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Finding Happiness Ch. 01

By: Xantu



Northwest Hunters: Book Two: Finding Happiness: Chapter One

Prologue

Junie Thomas had always been pathologically shy. Short and fat, she was painfully self-conscious. She avoided new places, new experiences and strangers at all costs. Divorced and with her children grown, her whole world consisted of her boring, lonely job and her hobbies. If it weren't for her computer, she would have never spoken to anyone. But there in the anonymous world of the internet, it had been easy to pretend to be someone else, someone bolder, more experienced... happier. 

It was there in the internet that she had learned that her lifelong fantasies of ravishment, of being taken and controlled, forced to do all the things she craved, craved and feared, were not an impossible dream. She learned that there were people who lived this life, voluntary slaves to a Master who could make those dreams come true.

She had found a man in a chat room devoted to Masters and slaves, a man who courted her with promises and the illusion of strength. Perhaps it was the fact he lived too far away to really see that made it easy to play along, to pretend to be a slave, but this little taste of what could be only made Junie realize how much she wanted the real thing, a real Master. 

In many ways she was indebted to Sir James. After all, he was the one that suggested she answer Bob and Donna's ad looking for a submissive woman to come serve them.

*

Northwest Hunters: Experienced Dominant 50 and wife 52, retired professionals, able to devote full time to the right sub. Him: 5'11" 200 lbs, light drinker, non smoker, SSC, honest, sarcastic, cruel, perfectionist, control freak, sick sense of humor. Her: tall, slender, switch, bi, loving, generous, strict, funny, bold, creative. 

Looking for: Sister/slave/sub/pet/toy, age 35-50, large sized women welcome but must be fit and healthy, looks less important than brains. Must be single and willing to pursue a long term relationship and, if we prove to be compatible, willing to relocate. Good communication skills, honesty, no smoking, light drink, no illegal drugs. Must be bi or willing to engage in sexual activity with both male and female owners. Absolutely must be willing to completely submit mentally and physically to a Dominant and willing to respect the authority of his alpha sub.

For: Serving both a Master and a Mistress in bondage, spanking and other impact play, role play, name calling, forced masturbation, blindfolds, gags, erotic denial, hair pulling, rape fantasy games, forced oral, anal, toys. 

Hard limits: sex with animals, blood, potty stuff (sorry, we will not piss or shit on anyone), liars, married people, nut cases, republicans.

Short term goal: Online relationship, exploring and getting to know each other, learning each other's needs and limits.

Long term goal: Live in 24/7 M/s relationship in our rural home. We are outdoors people, have dogs, travel several months a year. Must be willing to share in day to day household chores.

Junie had never thought in a million years that they would want her but at Sir James' urging, she had answered and now here she was, living a dream. 

But if Sir James had done the right thing by encouraging her to pursue this dream, he had also betrayed her. He had shared her information with another man, someone who had 

befriended him on the internet posing as a friend and a mentor, someone dangerous. This was a mistake that would have repercussions that threatened to tear apart Junie's life just when she was finally finding happiness. 

Chapter 1: The Face of Evil

As usual, Junie woke early, once more stirred awake by Bob's hand cupping her breast, his fingers tugging insistently on her nipple. Silently she twisted in his arms and looked into his eyes. She smiled sleepily, stretched and arched against his hand. Bob warningly put his finger against her lips, cautioning her to be quiet and not disturb Donna still sleeping on the far side of the bed. Junie pressed her lips against it. He raised a brow teasingly and pinched her nipple, causing a tremor to course through her, a silent gasp parting her lips.

Junie's eyes widened in silent outrage, as he reached for her other nipple and pinched it even harder. Junie closed her eyes and took her lip between her teeth, forcing her body to go limp. Bob's eyes sparkled and he scooted down and took her nipple into his mouth, pulling and biting. Junie struggled to stay still, her breath coming in short sharp puffs, assailed by excitement as much as the lancing pain. 

Finally he released her, laughing silently. He pushed her out of bed and scooted out behind her. Junie scurried into the bathroom and pushed the door shut after Bob followed her in. Her eyes were smoldering with excitement and frustration. 

Junie stood with her back pressed against the door, watching as Bob peed. As he stood up, casually shaking off the last drops, he sighed in satisfaction. "Good morning, Junie."

"Good morning, Master." Junie's voice was soft.

As she took her turn on the toilet, she avoided his eyes and tried to focus on relaxing. Bob's voice was amused, "I kind of had you on the crux of a dilemma."

Junie whispered ruefully, "You did have me in a pinch there, both literally and figuratively. It was hard to be quiet and still, Master. I didn't want to wake up Mistress Donna."

"It was a delight to watch your face as you realized you were trapped and I was going to push you. Your beautiful eyes are such windows into your soul. I should forbid you ever closing them to me."

Junie's voice was thoughtful, "Master, that would be very difficult for me; sometimes looking into your eyes is overwhelming for me. My heart fills with emotion." 

"I see it there. I see the lust, the pain and most of all your resolve to obey. It is most beautiful."

"Master, with your permission, I would make coffee."

"Yes, that would be good. Let's start our day. We will shower after Donna wakes up. She mentioned she likes it when you... attend her in the shower."

"Serving both of you brings great joy to me, my Master."

As she busied herself in the kitchen, Junie's mind spun back to the transformation her life had taken in just a short time. She could hardly believe that she was here, living with a Master and a Mistress who had demonstrated that they were willing to commit to her, take care of her. Junie's eyes filled with tears as she thought the last words, love her. Never in a million years when she had answered the personal ad from a couple looking for a submissive to serve them in their home, did she think that they would ever want her. But it had happened, and so quickly that it was almost too much to encompass. 

Like Donna had said, it seemed like the world had conspired to force them to put aside their plan of a gradual and careful timetable of gaining familiarity and making commitments. Some of Junie's past mistakes as she hunted for a man to be her Master had come home to roost. Her online Master had given her personal information to someone who seemed very dangerous, and both Bob and Donna had taken Junie into their home to protect her. Junie shivered as she thought about how lucky she had been that they had had the foresight to do that. She had not been gone from home for even a day, when the man had broken into her apartment. He had been caught and the police had informed Junie that he was wanted for rape and attempted murder in Oregon.

The thought of him breaking into her tiny, perfectly ordered apartment made Junie feel sick. Her manager said he had destroyed almost all her belongings. At that thought, she felt her heart starting to pound, her mouth go dry. Speaking aloud to herself, she repeated Bob's instructions, "Don't worry about that. Master will tell me when to worry about that." She took a deep breath and forced her mind to simpler things, what to make for breakfast, what chores needed doing today. This was where she was happiest and found the most peace, taking care of Bob and Donna, cooking, cleaning and serving them.

Bob threw a thick yellow pad on the dining table. "Junie, while I brush out the dogs, I want you to write a list of the things that have been weighing on your mind. Write down all the things that you need to accomplish. You have done a good job of obeying me, but I can tell they still are bothering you. Just write down a list. I will look at it and later we will discuss priorities."

"Once the coffee is done, may I come sit on the deck with you while I write, Master?"

"I would like that."

Sitting down at the kitchen table as she waited for the coffee to finish brewing, Junie picked up a pen and began to write. She had quit her job at the school records department so she needed to drop by and sign some papers and get some things off her desk. Most important was the picture of her three children she kept on her desk. And then there was her car. The man that had broken into her apartment had also broken into her car the night before and left a very frightening calling card.

The memory was still clear in Junie's mind. She had been so caught up in the wild, excited anticipation of meeting Bob and Donna for the first time. She had on her favorite yellow dress, her hair and makeup perfect, her mind abuzz with a heady mixture of anxiety and impatience. And then she had seen her car, the driver's side window shattered into a billion glittering cubes, and then the things on the front seat, a knife stabbed deep into the upholstery, impaling a nude black and white photo of her through the very center where her legs hid her sex. She recognized the picture; it was one she had sent to her former Master. The shock was so sudden that she had staggered back, gasping. It was like the knife had stabbed into her own belly. It took a minute for the distinct, acrid smell of urine to penetrate her awareness and notice the wide wet stain on the fabric of the seat. 

Junie shuddered and shook her head, trying to clear it of the memory. She wrote down that she needed to bring the knife and the picture to give the police. She still had it in the plastic bag she had used to pick it up with. 

Bob and Donna had made her former Master, Sir James, promise to buy her a new car to replace the damaged one, but she needed to deal with her old one. She was still making payments on it so she needed to get it fixed and sell it.

Then there were all the little things that came with ending one life and starting another, change of addresses, bank branches, and largest of all, telling her three adult children that she was taking a new job, out of the city, as a housekeeper for a nice retired couple. 

Junie already had the pad covered with small neat writing when she carried a big mug of steaming coffee out to Bob. He was vigorously brushing out the shining coat of Honey, 

murmuring softly to her as she leaned against his leg, her eyes glowing in devotion.

Junie smiled softly as she looked at the pregnant golden retriever bitch, "She is starting to show a little, Master."

"Yes, one of the things I did yesterday was take her to the vet. He thinks it's going to be a big litter. He said she is doing great."

Junie looked over her list and made another note. "How many is big?"

"Hard to say for sure, but Golden Retrievers can have big litters, probably eight or nine. I hope not more than ten, it would be hard on her to carry that many and the risk of having complications go up, for both her and the puppies."

Bob finished brushing Honey and spoke firmly to her, "Enough for you. If you still want attention, go pester Junie." He gave Honey an affectionate pat and then shoved her away.

Junie called the bitch to her, "Honey, come. I will give you loving."

Honey eagerly laid her head in Junie's lap, pushing the notepad out of the way, her eyes soulfully looking up into Junie's. Junie giggled, "Oh you poor, poor thing. Never enough love in this world and soon you will be so busy with your babies. I bet you are a wonderful momma." Junie sat, watching as Bob efficiently combed out the other three golden retrievers.

As Junie rubbed the soft fur around Honey's ears, Bob asked, "How is your list coming along?"

"I have written down everything I can think of at the moment, Master. With your permission I would keep it and add to it if I think of anything more."

"Only if you understand that once it is on the list, you are not to spend any more time thinking about it until I decide."

"Yes, Master."

Bob made an exasperated growl. "I am getting sick and fucking tired of Master this, Master that, little of that goes a long fucking way."

"I am sorry Ma... um... I am sorry. How would you prefer I express my respect for you?"

"You can show your respect by your fucking actions; the tone of your voice, your posture, your facial expression, your attention to my needs, your obedience! I don't mind a Sir now and then and even a Master, if it seems appropriate. But this artificial insertion of Master into every fucking sentence is starting to drive me crazy." Bob's tone was plaintive by the time he reached the end of his rant.

Junie fought to keep from giggling. "Ma... um, okay... I will be able to do that. I think I will save Master for when I am most grateful for the lessons and gifts you give me, for that is when it feels the most natural."

"Thank god. Now go take a cup of coffee to your Mistress and wake her up. Tell her I want her to hustle her lazy ass into the shower. I think we will drive to the city and get some of the items on your list marked off."

"Yes, Sir." Junie jumped to her feet and trotted off before he could react.

Junie gently waved the coffee in front of Donna's nose, whispering a little sing song. "Wake up, wake up, you little sleepy head." When Donna's eyes blinked open, Junie put down the coffee cup and kissed her Mistress gently on the forehead. "I bring a message from our Master. He says for you to hustle your lazy ass into the shower. He wants to drive to Seattle this morning."

Donna laughed and reached up and pulled Junie down on top of her. In an instant she was on top of Junie, pinning her to the bed. It was not difficult, it did not even occur to Junie to resist. "My lazy ass?" Donna's hazel eyes sparkled as she looked down at Junie.

"His exact words, Ma'am."

Donna let go of Junie's hands and stayed sitting on top of her. Casually she reached for the coffee and took a big sip. "Mmm, good coffee! Thank you." Her eyes sparkled as she pulled up Junie's shirt and exposed her breast; she took the hot mug and slowly brought it down onto the tip of Junie's nipple. Junie stiffened and gasped as the heat shot through her. It did not burn. It did not even hurt, but it was intense and held all of her attention. The fact that the cup was filled with scalding coffee added to the tension, Junie knew if she moved, she was at risk of a lot more than a warm feeling.

"Ma'am, that feels wonderful. Perhaps you would like to do that again in the shower as I bathe you?"

"Are you trying to remind me that I have to take a shower?"

"It is not my place, Ma'am, to remind you of your duty. I can only remember my own."

"You are too damn good. What am I going to do with you?"

"Kiss me, beat me, make me cook you breakfast, Ma'am?"

Donna cracked up laughing. "Okay, okay you win. How is a brat like me going to ever compete with such a paragon of virtue?"

"I am sure you will find a few flaws in my perfection as you get to know me, Ma'am. And I have no wish to compete with you. I wish to serve you."

Donna gave Junie a frustrated look. "You are no fun to fight with. You never fight back." Her eyes took on an evil glint and she ran a finger nail up Junie's side and then suddenly attacked Junie's armpits. 

Junie shrieked and convulsed under Donna. "Oh god! No! Stop!" Then she dissolved into paroxysms of hysterical giggles, her whole body bucking and twisting. "No, no, no, no! Please, oh god, please stop!" Not once did she try to escape or push Donna's hands away.

Bob's voice cut through the room. "I can see you girls are having fun."

Donna froze and Junie collapsed under her gasping for air, little giggles still leaking from her lips. Donna grinned, "Good Morning, Master. We were just going to take our shower."

"Enough of this fucking 'Master' bullshit! The next bitch that tries to force this Master label onto me is going to regret she ever heard the word! Now stop the horseplay and get your ass into the shower." Bob's voice was loud, but he did not sound particularly angry. 

Donna wailed in mock terror and leaped from the bed. As she ran into the bathroom she yelled over her shoulder. "It is not my fault, Junie made me do it."

Junie pulled herself from the bed, her face flushed and sweaty. "Did not." Her voice was all little girl petulance, but her eyes sparkled.

Bob laughed. "Maybe not, but you loved every minute of it."

Junie scampered into the bathroom, giggling and nodding.

They hurried through their shower with Bob standing in the bathroom watching them indulgently, running an electric shaver over his face. "No more fucking around, you two. I have plans." After Junie was finished with washing Donna, he stepped into the shower and pushed Donna out. "My turn. Get dressed. Go make something to eat."

It was midmorning when they finally were on the road. It was surreal to think about going back to her apartment. In just a few days, the beautiful stone house on the lake, deep in the forest, had become home. But Junie knew she needed to face the damage, to get what few belongings that she could salvage. Her manager had said that the man had broken down her door and that they had to put in a whole new lock. Junie called her apartment manager's number to let her know that she was going to be there in awhile so she could get the new key to her apartment and talk to her about settling the lease. 

Junie sighed and made a face. "Damn, I am not sure we can get in, my manager says that the police still have my apartment sealed with crime scene tape."

Bob pulled the SUV over and looked thoughtful. "Call that police detective Sangstrom, the one you spoke to before, and see if he can do anything." 

It took a couple of calls, but eventually Junie got hold of a police woman that said she was working on the case with Detective Sangstrom. When Junie asked if there was any way she could get some of her personal belongings, Detective Funk said that the crime scene investigator had finished his report and had released the scene. She said she would meet them there to unseal the apartment and ask Junie some questions. 

"Okay, we can go ahead. There is a new police person, a woman named Funk who will meet us there and let me in."

Bob pulled back onto the road. "Good, let's get this show on the road. Junie, do you have your list?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Put a star next to everything that you think you can get done today and read them off to me."

"Look at apartment, clean up mess, pack clothes, get sewing machine, talk to manager about moving out, take car to repair shop, talk to police, sign papers at work and clean out desk."

"Way, way too much. Let's not worry about your work today. And I think that you should not worry about cleaning too much, just enough to get what you need. We can maybe just call a tow company to get your car."

"Okay."

"I want you to sort out what you want to bring with you to the house. You won't need any household stuff, like dishes, linens, stuff like that. It would be just as easy to donate that stuff to charity."

Junie spoke up, her voice faltering a little. "I do have some family things, mostly dishes and a few collectibles, which I can't just give away. I will box them up and label them as to which of the kids should get them. I can take them over to my ex-husband's."


Finding Happiness Ch. 01



Donna spoke up. "Honey, things are important. They are our history. She will need to have her things with her."

Bob sounded impatient. "I was not saying she couldn't bring anything. Of course, Junie, bring anything that has emotional significance. There is plenty of room in the garage attic to store anything she wants to hang onto."

Junie felt a shiver of premonition, "I just hope that guy left me anything to pack." 

Junie was struck by the busy energy of the city. Already her mind had adjusted to the easier, more natural rhythms of her new home. She wondered what all these people were in such a hurry for. 

The first thing she noticed was that her car was gone. In her assigned parking spot, a small woman in a leather jacket, dark glasses, and brutally short dark hair leaned up against an unmarked police car, talking on a cell phone as they pulled up. As Junie got out of the SUV, she clicked shut the phone and, pulling off her glasses, held out her hand. "June Thomas. Good. My name is Detective Susan Funk. We were a little worried about you there for awhile."

"I am sorry. I guess I should have let someone know I was going somewhere." The detective's eyes were on Bob and Donna, scanning, curious. "These are my friends, Bob and Donna Campbell. They are who I have been visiting."

The detective held out her hand and gave Bob a quick businesslike handshake. Junie looked around again for her car. "Um... do you know what happened to my car?"

"Crime scene took possession of it. There were some body fluids in the car. We weren't sure if he didn't use it to abduct you, Ma'am. Using the victim's car was part of his M.O. They had it at the lab, checking for fibers and blood. It should be at the impound lot now."

Junie swallowed and nodded. "How do I get it back?"

"You can pick it up at anytime. I will give you an address and a case number."

Bob interrupted, "Could she have a tow truck come get it? It will need repairs."

"Shouldn't be a problem, sir."

Always nervous in new situations, Junie was feeling overwhelmed. This little dark-haired detective spoke in quick clipped sentences and seemed almost a cartoon of a police detective. Junie could not help but think of Jack Webb from the Dragnet TV show. She stifled a tiny neurotic giggle, covering her mouth with her hand. Almost unaware of her actions, she turned to walk away, heading back to the SUV. 

"Junie." Bob's voice was soft, but it stopped her. Realizing she was once again running away, mindlessly escaping from something that triggered her fears; she spun and stopped with her eyes on him. The small voice in the back of her head commented that it was amazing how he had done that, stopped her with only one word. He turned to the detective. "Junie has been very shaken by this whole experience. Perhaps you could give me the information, and I will help her with it."

The detective looked at Junie and then at Bob. Her eyes narrowed and looked thoughtful. "That should not be a problem, as long as that is what Ms. Thomas wants." She looked directly at Junie. "That is what you want, ma'am?"

"Oh yes, of course." Junie's voice was relieved. 

Bob spoke again. "Junie wants to get a few things from her apartment, clothing, her sewing machine, and a few personal items. Perhaps we could go on up to her place."

The detective nodded. "I should warn you. The suspect destroyed a lot of things. You should be prepared."

Junie blinked and took a deep breath. "Okay." 

There was a new door and the door jamb had new wood down one whole side. A yellow tape stretched across the whole thing, with a sign stating that only authorized police personnel could enter. Detective Funk cut the tape and pulled a key out of an envelope and opened the door. Junie could see into her kitchen, it seemed like every single item was out of the cabinets and on the floor, the little table was pushed over and the chairs lay on their sides. Her little television was smashed, lying on the floor next to a large hole in the wall. It was obvious that it had been thrown violently across the room.

The detective nodded. "You go ahead and take a look around in there. I need to get some papers from my car and I will be back up in a few." 

As Junie stepped in, the smell of mold and decay was strong in her nose. The carpet seemed to squish under her feet. Again the urge to run away was almost more than she could resist. She turned and wrapped her arms around Donna, fighting the panic that squeezed at her chest, struggling to breathe.

Donna spoke over the top of Junie's head. "Honey, it would help if you had a little talk with Junie in the hall to help her calm down. I will open a couple windows and try to air this place out."

Junie felt Bob's hand on her, his fingers were a vice on her arm. His voice was soft in comparison. "Junie, come out into the hall."

Junie mutely let him pull her out into the hall and stood with her eyes miserably on the floor, her breath coming in short gasps. "Junie, take a deep breath and hold it." As she inhaled, he nodded. "Good girl, now I want you to remember that we are here. You are not alone. The crap in there is just crap. We will get what we can and leave. Do you understand?" The last sentence was just as soft, but underneath it was his familiar growl.

Exhaling slowly, Junie nodded and whispered softly. "Yes, Sir."

"When we go back in there, you will remember that you are to not worry about fixing or cleaning anything. Answer all the detective's questions truthfully."

Junie felt a pang of fear, "Even about Sir James?" Her former online relationship with the married preacher was not something she was proud of.

"I said all her questions."

"Yes, Sir."

This time as she went in, Junie felt calmer. It was a disaster inside, but Junie could see that he had not managed to break everything. A lot of her dishes were still intact. She flinched as she saw that all but one of the delicate china tea cups that had been her grandmother's had been shattered. "Just crap. It's all just crap." 

As she picked up the single intact teacup, a tear rolled down her cheek and fell into it. She carefully set the cup down and took a deep breath. "Crap."

Her bedroom was worse. It seemed that the bed had taken most of his rage. Great rents tore through the fabric and it was saturated with what looked like blood. Detective Funk walked in and spoke up. "Crime scene says it is a mixture of ketchup, fingernail polish, and salsa, plus anything he could find around the place that was red. No blood."

Her clothing was torn to shreds. As far as Junie could tell there was not a single item that he had not systematically cut to pieces. The bathroom stank of smoke and there was a black smear running up the side of the wall above the bathtub. The bathtub was half full of black water and half burned paper, photos, personal records, receipts, letters; the whole contents of Junie's filing cabinet. 

"Fuck!" For the first time Junie felt rage. "That fucking son of bitch!" She stomped her foot on the floor, smashing the shards of the broken mirror into smaller pieces. 

"Junie, don't hurt yourself." Bob's voice pulled her attention back to his words.

"Yes, I remember, it is all just crap." Junie's voice was bitter and angry.

Donna pulled Junie back into her arms. "Sweet, sweet Junie, it was not crap. It is just broken now. We will help you put it back together. Just think you won't have to pack so much now."

Junie choked down a hysterical giggle. "Yes, I just have to throw it all away."

"No." Bob's voice was sharp. "You are not going to stay here any longer than you need to pick up the few things you can salvage. We will pay someone else to clean up this mess."

The detective spoke up. "Ms. Thomas, I understand that it is difficult to tell, but is there anything here that is not yours? Anything he may have left behind?"

Junie stood and looked around the chaos, blinking away the tears. Peeking out from under her bed seemed to be a coil of rope, once white and now stained with the spilled condiments. "That rope. That is not mine." 

Detective Funk nodded and made a note. "Don't touch it. Crime scene will have to get it. Should have noticed that myself. I have some questions I need to ask you, Ms. Thomas." Detective Funk looked meaningfully at Bob and Donna. "Privately, Ms. Thomas."

Donna spoke up. "I am acting as Ms. Thomas' lawyer. If you have any questions I should be present."

The Detective looked up, surprised, her eyes taking in the tall slender redhead, dressed in casual khaki shorts and light blouse. "You are a lawyer?"

Donna nodded, her eyes sharp, "A member of the State of Washington Bar Association. Do you want to see my card?"

"Yes, ma'am." 

Donna smiled a predatory smile and reaching into her bag pulled out an identification card and a business card and handed both to the detective. She turned and spoke to Bob. "Still comes in handy now and then."

The Detective seemed uncomfortable. "Well, you can stay if Ms. Thomas requests it, but you both can't stay." 

Bob held up his hand and shrugged. "Junie, I will go see what I can do about getting a repair company to pick up your car."

After Bob left, Detective Funk looked at Junie. "Ms. Thomas, I am not questioning you because you are suspected of any wrong doing. It is just that the suspect, Samuel Card, is suspected of being involved in a number of disappearances of women... women who are um..." Again she looked at Donna and then Junie. "Women who are into bondage. Women who have been in communication with men over the internet in what's referred to as online bondage relationships. I need to ask you, ma'am, if you have been in one of those type relationships."

Junie nodded. "I already told Detective Sangstrom that I was in an online relationship. It was a, as you refer to it, bondage relationship. That relationship is over. I am no longer in communication with that man. I am sure that he is not this Sam Card man."

"We don't think he was. It's beginning to appear that Card passed himself off as some kind of a mentor to men who were in these types of relationships. He would talk to them. Give them advice. Find out everything he could about the women. Not long after that, the women would disappear."

Detective Funk held out a picture. "Ma'am, have you ever seen this man before?"

Junie looked at the picture of the man with blond hair, mustache and a receding hairline. "Oh my god, he talked to me once. He was outside on the sidewalk, looking up at the building. He asked me about the apartment complex. He said he was thinking about renting here and wanted to know about the building security. Oh god. I actually told him which apartment was mine." Junie shook her head. "I was so stupid."

The detective shrugged. "Ma'am, I have some photos of the knives we found in your apartment. I want you to look at them. Is there any here that aren't yours?"

Junie looked at the pictures, one at a time, shuffling through them. She stopped at a picture of a wooden handled hunting knife. "This is not mine. I have never seen it before."

"Thought that might be the case. Seemed a bit out of place. We found it stabbed into the wall above the bed. No blood on it though. We are still trying to track down the weapon that he used to stab the woman in Oregon."

"There was another knife." Donna's voice was thoughtful. "The one he left in your car, Junie." 

Junie nodded and reached into her purse. She had put the plastic bag with the urine stained photo and the knife in her purse before they left to come to the city. She held out the bag. "I found this in my car Friday morning. I think that Sam guy put it in my car after he broke the window."

The detective's eyes lit up at the bag. "Did you touch that knife, Ms. Thomas?"

Junie made a face. "It had pee all over it. I picked it up with the plastic bag and then turned the whole thing inside out around it. I never touched anything inside the bag."

"Excellent. That knife looks like it could be the one we are looking for."

Junie made a face. "My former online relationship guy told him to put it in my car."

"Ma'am, we need to know the name of that man."

"Okay, but he really didn't know that this man was going to try and hurt me. He just was tricked by him. I don't think he did anything illegal."

"We only want to question him about the things that Samuel Card said to him. With each new victim this Card guy would change his computer ISP, his online pseudonyms, even the state he lived in. The only thing we have to track him with is the sort of things he said to the guys he was giving advice to."

"His name was James Conrad. He lives in Texas." Junie looked at Donna. "You have his address. It was in my filing cabinet."

Donna nodded and pulled out a small notebook and read off the address. "This guy won't be happy to hear from you. He is trying to keep his online antics secret from his wife and his congregation. He has offered Junie a bribe of a new car for her to not try to contact him again. In light of the condition of her old car I advised her to accept his offer, as long as he was feeling so generous."

The detective smiled. "Well, maybe I can have the FBI detectives contact him discretely." 

"FBI?" Junie's voice was shocked.

"He is the prime suspect in two known murders, ma'am, and one attempted murder we know about for sure. The FBI is thinking he may have killed at least a dozen women."

Junie staggered and swayed. "Oh god. Oh my god." She walked out of the apartment and into the hall, once again unable to catch her breath. 

Donna was beside her quickly. "Sit down, Junie. Sit down on the floor and take deep slow breaths." After Junie had slid down the wall and sat down on the carpet, Donna looked at the detective. "I think Ms. Thomas has answered enough questions for now."

"She will still need to make a formal statement. The FBI will need to interview her as well."

"Not today. You have my number. If you need to contact Ms. Thomas, you can reach her through me."

The detective had a sour look on her face. "Well, I did not have that many more things to ask anyway."

Donna crouched down by Junie. "Baby, I did not see your sewing machine. Where did you keep it?"

Junie was still struggling to control her breathing. "Closet... bedroom closet."

"You stay here. I will go back and see if it is salvageable."

"Yes, Ma'am."

At the word Ma'am, the detective's head came up, her eyes sharp and measuring. Donna's eyes met hers, challenging. The detective shrugged and turned away.

After Donna turned and walked back into the apartment, the detective spoke softly. "Ms. Thomas, are you okay? Are these people making you do anything you don't want to do?"

Junie looked up, surprised and angry. "These people are my friends. If they had not been there for me, I would probably be dead right now. And no, they are not making me do anything I don't want to do."

"If you say so, ma'am."

"I say so." Junie's voice was final. 

Donna came out with Junie's sewing machine in her arms. "It was in the back corner under a bunch of torn up clothes. It doesn't look damaged at all. There was a plastic storage box with some sewing stuff in it that seemed okay, too. I will go get that."

Bob stood next to the SUV talking with the building manager. "Junie, the manager tells me that the building insurance will cover the damage to your apartment and that they will have no objection to your breaking the lease. I told her that you are going to move out of the city." He helped them load the sewing machine and box into the back of the SUV.

Donna looked at Junie. "Is there anything else you want to do?"

"I just want to go home. Please, can we just go home?" 

That was all that Junie managed to salvage, the sewing machine, a box of sewing patterns and notions, and the single teacup. She rode home with the teacup in her hands, turning it round and round, every once in a while whispering softly to herself. "Crap, it's all just crap."

Junie stood before the door, watching the wood splinter. She tried to pull air into her lungs, but she could not scream. The door shook and bulged again. He was kicking it in. He was coming in to get her. She wanted to run but her legs could not move. There was nowhere to run. She was trapped. As the door fell in, she saw his face. Finally, a terrified shriek ripped from her throat.

She was sitting up in bed. Bob's hands were shaking her, his voice loud in her ears. "Junie! Junie, wake up!"

Junie looked at him confused, still shuddering in absolute horror. Again he shook her. "Junie!"

Junie shook herself, and drew in a deep gasping breath. "I'm awake. It was a dream, a bad dream." She looked past Bob into Donna's concerned eyes. "I'm sorry."

"Hush, little one, I am not surprised. It's okay. Remember you are safe now. Nothing can hurt you."

"Yes, Ma'am." Junie leaned against Bob, her body still trembling, a soft sob shook her and then another. 

His arms sheltered her, holding her close and tight. "Let it go. You have been holding this in all day and night. Let it go." Junie clung to him as she grieved the loss. It wasn't just her belongings; it felt that she had lost something much larger. Suddenly the world seemed like a much scarier place, filled with monsters and lurking danger. It would never be the same again.

Bob held her rocking and crooning, with Donna stroking her hair. Junie cried deep, soft sobs until she fell asleep in his arms. 

You might recognize this story as one I had up in the past, under the titled Northwest Hunters. I took it down for revision and a brief flirtation with possible publication.

Book One of Northwest Hunters, title Joining the Circle is already posted.

Thank you for taking the time to read my story. Please take the time to rate and leave a comment if the spirit moves you.

Enjoy

xantu



Finding Happiness Ch. 02



Northwest Hunters: Book Two: Finding Happiness: Chapter One

Chapter 2: Facing Loss

Junie woke to the familiar feeling of Bob's hand cupping her breast, his fingers teasing her nipple. The pleasant sensations echoed through her, waking her senses, making her aware of her full bladder. Lifting his hand to her lips, she kissed his fingers and slipped from the bed and tiptoed into the bathroom. 

Bob was at the bathroom door when Junie came out. She slyly put her finger to her own lips and quietly slipped from the bedroom, leaving Donna still sound asleep, curled in her habitual little fetal position. Junie dressed quickly and started a pot of coffee, and sat idly looking at the list she had started the previous day. 

Bob had drawn a line through 'check her apartment, pack and move'. Junie pressed her lips together, fighting down the urge to start crying again. "It's crap, it's just crap." He had also marked off getting her car fixed. Junie thought back. Bob had mentioned something about finding a repair shop to get her car from the police impound lot. He must have done that.

Bob came out, dressed in his usual worn jeans, work boots and work shirt. "How are you doing, sweet girl?"

"I keep reminding myself that it's just crap."

"Well, I could have maybe chosen a better word. I meant that things aren't important. They are just that, things. But Donna is right, things define our history, they speak about the paths we have taken. You probably feel a little adrift right now."

"I guess you both are right. In some ways I feel sort of freed, like a weight is gone. But at the same time, I feel almost too weightless, like a helium balloon that has been set loose to drift in the sky, like I could completely float away, until I can't see the ground." Junie's voice quivered and she stood up quickly, taking a deep breath.

As she poured each of them a cup of coffee, she asked, "Is Donna really a lawyer?"

"Yes, she is. She was a lawyer and I was an investment banker. She was a corporate patent lawyer. She had a finger on the pulse of a lot of new technology as it was just being developed. Her knowledge of the new products and my investing skills were a pretty good combination. We both felt very uncomfortable with the life we were leading. The money we made helped us walk away from it all."

"Donna mentioned that you would help me make some investments so I can have an income when I retire."

"Not a bad idea. The sooner you start the easier it is."

"I am not sure I want to retire. I think this is a lifetime gig."

Bob looked up from his coffee and nodded, his eyes possessive. "Keep thinking that way, girl."

"Yes, Master, thank you."

"You are welcome."

Junie walked with Bob as he took the dogs out for a long walk. Bump tore through the woods at breakneck speed, his ears and tail up, chasing imaginary monsters. Sunny trotted at a more sedate pace, sniffing and marking the trees as he went. The two girls, Honey and Maddy, roamed, but seemed to stay closer to Bob and Sunny. In fact, it was clear that no one seemed to pay attention to Bump as he careened through the woods. 

"Bump is sure full of energy." Junie's voice was amused.

Bob snorted, "Teenagers. He suffers the most when they are penned up all day. Sunny won't tolerate him being rowdy too close by. Watch, for all his crazy running around, he never goes too close to Sunny, or the girls for that manner."

"How old are they?"

"Sunny is the old man, almost ten. That is getting old for a Golden. Maddy is seven, Honey is six, and the kid over there is just turning one. Maddy and Honey are half-sisters. Bump is Sunny's son by a bitch that a breeder friend of mine owns. Bump is going to be a great dog once he gets over some of that youthful enthusiasm, the heir to the throne." 

Back at the house, Junie got Bob a fresh cup of coffee and then helped brush the dogs. She thought to herself how much she was coming to like this time of day, sitting with Bob, sharing with him a task he clearly loved.

She was so glad to be home. Yesterday had been horrible. She never wanted to go back to the city again. She dreaded the items on that list that meant she would have to go back. "What do you have planned for today?"

"Garden and then building supply. I guess we should get going on making you a nice space of your own."

"I sure don't need as much space now." Junie could not keep the sadness out of her voice.

"Sweet Junie, if you are going to be doing that lifetime thing, we should plan ahead. I can't give back to you what you have lost, but I fully intend to fill your life up with new memories, better memories."

"I guess I am being a bit of a baby. Other people lose their things in fires and disasters all the time."

"And they feel just as devastated as you do. It's a time for grieving, just don't get stuck there. You were also a victim of a crime and that makes you feel even more vulnerable."

"I am just grateful for Donna's instincts. If she had not said that thing about him seeming like a criminal... if she had not..." Junie faltered, feeling the terror still swirling in her from her dream of the night before. The image of what would have happened to her if she had been home that Friday night filling her head. 

A warm soft tongue on her face startled her, and made her realize she had closed her eyes. Junie smiled down and then paused realizing it was the more reserved Maddy who had sensed her distress and kissed her face. "Hey you, I thought you were still making up your mind about me."

Bob laughed, "Seems she has decided to approve of your addition to her pack. She has always had good sense and a sensitive spirit."

Junie impulsively hugged her arms around Maddy's neck. "Thank you, pretty girl. I needed that kiss and the endorsement." Maddy sat still, accepting the embrace, her tail gently swaying.

After she had finished her breakfast, and cleaned up all the dishes but Donna's, Junie asked, "Ma'am, you have wireless internet here?"

"Yes," Donna looked up from her toast and granola. "Why?"

"I need to get the settings and password so I could check my email and stuff. I want to order some fabric to sew some new clothes."

"Oh, of course, you should have said something earlier."

"Yes, Ma'am. It's just been kind of busy. The one time I thought of it, you were kind of tied up and I got distracted by those phone messages about the break-in."

"After I get done eating, I will help you get your computer working."

"I would appreciate that, Ma'am."

"There is a nice little fabric and yarn shop in town, run by a local woman. She is a member at the food co-op. She gives all the other co-op members a discount. I am sure if you couldn't find what you want there, she would be glad to order it for you." 

Junie felt a wave of reluctance. She did not want to go to town. She sure as hell did not want to meet anyone new. Her eyes slid from Donna. "I would just like to order it online, if that would be okay, Ma'am."

"It's up to you. But I thought you two would get to be great friends. She is a really nice woman." Junie nervously got up from the table and began to wipe off the already clean counters. "Yes, Ma'am, I think I will go do some cleaning until you are ready to help me with my computer. No hurry, whenever you have time." Her voice as evasive, her eyes looking anywhere but Donna, the thought of going anywhere seemed overwhelming.

Junie headed out to sweep off the deck and clean up the clumps of dog hair. She was still outside, deadheading some flowers when Donna called her into the house. 

"Bring me your computer."

"Yes, Ma'am." Junie went to her room and came back with her laptop and set it down on the table in front of Donna.

"Here are the password codes. Go ahead and try and do it yourself. It should just prompt you through the steps."

It did not take long and Junie was online. Junie logged onto her online banking and checked her balance. There was a little more in the bank than usual because she had not had any food expenses. She looked through the small handful of bills she had collected from her mail box, and quickly transferred the funds to pay them. 

Junie again looked at her balance. Donna had said she would pay her, but Junie expected that at the end of the month. And there was going to be the expense of getting her car repaired. She only carried liability insurance on her car and she had no idea how much the repair of the window, upholstery and cleaning up the urine would cost.

Junie sighed; money had always been one of her biggest worries. Her part time job had barely paid the bills and any unexpected expense could upset her carefully balanced budget. Junie did have a credit card. She used it to order things online, but was rigorously disciplined to never spend more than she could pay off each month. She toyed with the idea of just buying what she needed and worrying about if she could pay later, but the idea grated on her.

Sighing in frustration she got up and when out to find Bob. He was in the garden replanting a row of greens when she approached. "I saw you marked off getting my car fixed from my list. Do you have the information of what company and how much the repair estimate is? I need to figure out how much I can spend on fabric to sew some new clothes."

Bob looked up and looked puzzled. "Don't worry about that. I gave them my credit card number. I told them to call me when it was fixed."

Junie frowned in nervous frustration. "I don't know if I have enough money to pay for it."

Bob frowned. "What did I just say?" Junie heard the growl in his voice.

"Um... not to worry about it. That you gave them your credit card number, told them to call when it was fixed, Sir." Her voice took on a sing song repetition.

"It is clear you don't have a hearing problem, and you don't seem to have any trouble remembering what I say. Perhaps you should spend some time thinking about why you are having trouble obeying?"

"Obeying?"

"Don't make me have you repeat my words again."

Junie's voice was soft and surprised as the literal meaning of his words finally sank in. "Oh! Oh, don't worry. I am sorry, Sir. I feel so distracted today. It seems all that is in my head is worry."

"Well, stop."

"I will try, Sir." Junie knew the words were empty and useless. Her head was a chaos of thoughts and feelings, there seemed no way to create the order that she so craved, both internally and around her. Junie rubbed at her head in a frustrated attempt to calm her soul.

Junie looked at Bob and whispered softly. "Master, one time, when we were first talking on the computer, you said if I felt like I needed to be punished, I could ask." He lifted her chin and looked deep into her eyes, seeing the confusion there. 

Bob looked at her, and then at the garden. His eyes were thoughtful. Finally he took a hold of her arm and began dragging her toward the house. Shoving her through the back door, he pushed her down onto the couch. 

He walked to the kitchen sink and washed the dirt from his hands. He marched past Junie and into his room and returned with the nipple clamps and the crop. He dropped them beside her. His words were clear and compelling. "Stand up. Take those clothes off!" 

Junie jumped up and quickly stripped, but as she was carefully folding her clothes, he grabbed her hair and spun her to face him. Junie's hands automatically reached up to her head, trying to ease the pull, but he slapped them away. "Hands down!" Junie could see that Donna had come out of the office, her eyes curious and then cautious. Junie dropped her hands and her eyes.

"No, look in my eyes." Bob's voice was quieter, but still held unquestionable dominion. Junie's lips were quivering as she looked into his intense blue depths. "Junie, you are troubled. Focus on who your Master is. It will calm your mind."

"Yes, Master."

Picking up the clamps, he pinched her nipples until they were erect and then snapped the clamps on, ignoring Junie's flinches and gasps of pain. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a length of coarse garden twine and threaded it through one clamp and wrapping it around the back of her neck he tightened it, pulling her nipples up, once more lifting the heavy weight of her breasts. Junie forced herself to breathe softly, each breath pulling at the clamps.

Taking a second longer length of twine, he tied it to the rope at the back of her neck and brought it down between her legs. Stopping to tie a row of knots carefully placed to lie against her most tender flesh and up to her neck again. Pulling it snug enough that if she stood straight it dug painfully between her legs and forced her tits up even higher.

Bob picked up the crop. "Lean over and hold onto the back of the couch." Junie whimpered in fear and excitement as she leaned over. Every time she moved, her breasts weighed heavily on her nipples and the knots rubbed and chafed against her clit. Junie could feel her cunt heating and swelling, a soft tide of moisture making her thighs slippery.

"Remember to thank me and beg for more."

"Oh yes, Master. Thank you. Please hit me." Junie's voice shook with anticipation.

Bob took his time, making sure that the entire surface of Junie's ass was scarlet and welted. She was squealing in pain, sobbing her words almost incoherently by the time he told her to go put on her shoes and come out to the garden.

Junie's mind was floating as she sidled into the garden, her body twisted and hunched in an attempt to keep the knots between her legs from scraping against her clit. As she walked up to him, Bob snapped the crop against her sore ass and gently criticized, "Such poor posture. The knots are there for a reason. Do not avoid them. Take comfort in them. Stand up straight for me." Junie yelped and stood up, her eyes wet with tears.

He looked her over, checked the tightness of the clamps on her nipples. He quickly adjusted them and Junie noticed he was careful to insure the teeth always bit into in a different place on her swollen sore flesh. Watching closely to spread the torment and protect her from any injury. Finally he crouched down and examined the twine buried deep between her cunt lips. Taking the twine in his fingers he pulled it from side to side, rasping the knots across her clitoris. Junie shuddered in pain and skyrocketing excitement. Automatically, she spread her legs wider, pushing toward his hands and the torment that she was learning to crave. "Thank you, Master."

"Don't come while you are working." Bob took one of the pieces of twine attached to her nipples and led her off toward the compost pile. He handed her a spading fork. "Turn the compost. Keep turning it. I will come get you when I want you to stop." He gave the twine a jerk. "And don't forget your posture."

"Yes, Master." Junie stabbed the fork into the pile of garden debris and lifted it and turned it over. The sudden movement made her breasts sway and bounce, tormented her nipples and made the twine between her legs slide and dig relentlessly into her flesh. 

Junie forced herself to stand straight and, using her foot, she pushed the tines of the spade deep into the rotting vegetation. This movement was just as painful as the other. Realizing that no matter what technique she used, it was going to be torture, she sighed and muttered, "Take comfort... remember Master... stop worrying..." Using her Master's words as a mantra, she focused on the rhythm, letting the pain roll over her, cherishing it, letting it erase the clamor that had filled her mind since she had picked up the yellow pad and started writing lists.

She had turned the entire pile once and was starting in on a second time when Bob called her to him. Looking deep into her eyes he removed both clamps and let the weight of the rope pull them back across her shoulders, letting them fall to the ground behind her. Junie sighed at the easing of the pressure on her crotch just before the pain swelled in her nipples, erasing any sense of relief.

Rather than tenderly massaging the blood into her nipples, Bob looked at her, watching the pain in her eyes. "Put your hands behind your neck. Arch your back. Beg me to hit your nipples."

Junie put her hands up, clasping her hands behind her neck, thrusting her breasts out at him. She stammered, "Please, please Master. Hit my nip... nipples."

Bob began to methodically snap the crop into Junie's nipples and aureoles, each blow wringing a yelp from her lips. Junie could feel herself warming, loosening, her back arching, her breasts seeming to reach toward the pain. Her cries changed to groans; her words begging for more, deeper and vibrant. Bob's eyes flicked to a garden bench "Lie down on your back."

Junie lay on the bench her eyes locked on his. Bob pushed her legs apart and growled, "Lift your cunt up, and raise your ass up." Junie arched, offering herself to him and the sky. "Good. Take the cord, rub it on your cunt, and masturbate with it until you come. As you climax, call out to me. Scream to your Master that you are coming."

Junie's hands found the cord and began to slowly grind the knots into her flesh. Lost in his eyes, she groaned loudly with the intensity of the sensation. As she felt the tension build, her whole body shaking with her impending explosion, her movements quickened. Junie whimpered a keening squeal and then grated out, "Oh fuck, I am coming!" Then she fell silent, her breath trapped in her throat, her body absolutely still except for the frantic motion of her hand between her legs. Junie balanced on the brink and then fell, her words a confused babble, "Coming, yes, oh, fuck yes. Coming!" Junie's eyes never left his, until she collapsed and then they drifted closed, as she rode the warm soft waves of the lassitude down. Her whole body reverberated with the drumming of her heart.

Kneeling down Bob gently pulled the twine away from her fingers and cupped his hand, warm and soothing, over her throbbing flesh. He stroked her face and pushed her hair back. "Open your eyes for me, Junie. Show me your obedience." Junie's eyes fluttered open. Her eyes were soft and filled with happiness. "Thank you, Master. Oh thank you."

Bob smiled softly and gently kissed her quivering lips. "Good girl. Go take a shower. Take a nap if you want. Just stop the worry. You have nothing to worry about ever again."

Junie woke to Donna's hand shaking her gently. "Junie, you need to wake up and get dressed. We have company. The FBI is here and they want to interview you." 

Two men in dark suits were standing on the front deck, looking out toward the lake talking. Junie peered out the window at them. One was older, with a grim weather beaten face. Bald with a fringe of gray hair around the rim of his head, he seemed to be doing most of the talking to the younger man.

All four Golden Retrievers stood on the deck watching these strangers. Bump was excitedly trying to jump up on the younger man. Junie wondered what the man had done to excite the young dog so much. At the same moment, she realized Bob must not be here. There was no way that Bump would be so out of control if Bob was around.

Donna opened the door. "Would you gentlemen like to come in?" They both turned and nodded walking toward the house. Junie fought the urge to run to her room, moving to behind the counter of the kitchen, picking up the dish rag and wiping busily at the shining tile counter.

Junie did not look up when the older agent spoke. "Ms. Thomas, I am Agent Durant, this is Agent Gold. We just want to ask you a few questions and get a formal signed statement from you. It shouldn't take too long." He had a sharp, acid voice and a southern accent.

Junie glanced nervously at the older agent, "Okay," and returned to wiping the counter. She looked pleadingly at Donna, "Where is Bob?" 




Finding Happiness Ch. 02



Donna spoke; her words were directed at the FBI agents, but crafted to reassure Junie. "My husband, Bob Campbell, has gone to town to pick up a few things. I expect him home soon. I am Junie's lawyer and I have advised her to answer all your questions at this time."

Agent Durant stood quietly for a minute and then spoke again. "Ms. Thomas, come sit down." It was not a request. His tone was sharp and impatient. 

Junie's eyes flashed up at him. He was looking at her directly, the corner of his mouth turned down in irritation. Junie dropped her eyes, edged around the counter and moved toward the table. Agent Gold moved to pull a chair out for her and Junie shrank back away from him.

"Ms. Thomas! I said sit!" All patience gone, the older agent's voice cracked like a whip. Junie found herself almost falling into the chair in her hurry to obey. She caught a pained expression on the face of the younger agent. 

Donna stood to one side watching the agents with a curious expression on her face. After the men sat down across the table from Junie, she moved into the kitchen. "Would either of you gentlemen like a cup of coffee? Junie was just mentioning how she wanted a cup of coffee."

Junie looked up at Donna her eyes confused. Coffee? Why was Donna talking about coffee? She mumbled nervously, "Um, yeah, coffee sounds good." 

Agent Gold smiled and eagerly accepted, but Durant just sat staring at Junie, his eyes calculating. Junie felt a shudder of nervousness. It felt like he was stripping the flesh from her bones with the intensity of his regard. As Donna filled the coffee pot with water and fresh grounds, Agent Gold got out a laptop computer and a small recording device and placed them on the table. 

Agent Durant's voice was penetrating. "Ms. Thomas, we are here because we need to find out as much as possible about the suspect Sam Card; how he thinks, what he says, what he does. Other than the woman in Oregon, you and your former online Master are the only ones we have to learn these things from."

Junie looked at him puzzled, "Why? I thought that they had all the evidence they needed to convict him in the Oregon case. Why do you need to ask me questions?"

For the first time Agent Gold spoke up. "Ms. Thomas, we have compelling evidence that Sam Card has killed other women. We have two unsolved murders and at least ten other women who are missing. The only thing they have in common is..." The young detective stumbled, paused his face turning red.

Agent Durant slammed his fist on the table. "Shut up, you idiot. If you can't talk about bondage without turning red and stammering like an idiot, just shut up!"

Junie jumped and flinched at the loud noise. Donna spoke, her voice firm. "You are guests in my house. I invited you in and I can invite you out."

The older agent turned to Donna, and for a moment Junie thought he was going to yell at her too. He seemed to swell up and then, took a deep breath. "I am sorry. This whole case has been a series of frustrations. This Samuel Card has covered his tracks very well." He looked at Junie. "Ms. Thomas, you may have something that could help us. There is little question that you have been involved in what people sometimes refer to as B, D, S, M." He said the letters one at time, pausing between each one. "All the women that we think that this Samuel Card has killed were online submissives. We have only two survivors, you and the victim in Oregon. The Oregon woman is cooperating, but we need your story too so we can find patterns in this guy's modus operandi. All serial killers have a pattern."

"But if you have him in custody, what is the point?"

"If we can determine his pattern, we will hopefully be able to identify which of the women that have disappeared are his works. At least it will help us solve some of these cases."

"Okay."

"So are you?"

"Am I what?"

The agent closed his eyes in frustration. He spoke slowly, enunciating like he was talking to a child. "Submissive."

Junie turned to Donna, her eyes alarmed. Donna shrugged, "Answer the man's question, Junie."

"Yes, sir, I guess I am."

"At least we have that out of the way. You gave the name of a James Conrad as the man you were engaging in these bondage behaviors with. Is that correct?" His voice was still patronizing.

Junie was beginning to feel increasingly angry at the way this man was talking. Her voice took on a sarcastic edge. "Yes, I engaged in bondage behaviors with that man." Her face was red, and her eyes were furious.

Donna interrupted, "Agent Durant, how familiar are you with the lifestyle?"

The FBI agent frowned at being interrupted. "I know what I need to know." 

Donna flushed and she blinked a few times. Deliberately mocking his contemptuous tone and his southern accent, she taunted, "Then perhaps you would be aware that your manner is insulting and embarrassing to someone who is a member of this so called B, D, S, M lifestyle."

At this moment Bob came in the back door. He stopped and took in the scene. He could tell that Donna was furious and struggling to control her temper. Just as clearly, Junie looked miserable, sitting at the table her head lowered between her hunched shoulders. He did not know who these two men were, but the huge black car parked by the garage had feds written all over it, feds or the mafia. 

Donna looked up clearly relieved that he was back. "Bob, good, the FBI is here to interview Junie."

"That would explain the characteristic large black car in the driveway." Bob held out his hand, a broad smile on his face, but his eyes were guarded.

Donna spoke up again, "This is Agent Durant and Agent Gold." 

Bob nodded and sat down next to Junie; he slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her to lean against him. "It seems like this interview has Junie a little upset. I am not sure what has been going on around here, but I will not tolerate disrespect in my house." His tone was final. 

Agent Durant exploded, "What the hell is the matter with all you people? Every time I try to interview one of you I get stonewalled."

Bob nodded. "Well, you should understand that 'us people' are very used to being treated like we are freaks. We are either judged as being somehow sinning against some religion, being some kind of domestic violence criminals, sexual deviants or rapists, and somehow worst of all suffering the dirty minded curiosity of small minded voyeurs that get titillated and then turn up their noses. We naturally avoid the limelight. Treat us with respect and you will find we are pretty much normal people, normal people with feelings and pride."

Agent Durant frowned. "It was not my intention to treat any of you with disrespect."

"That is a good start. What is it you need to know from Junie?"

"We need to know how she met this James Conrad, exactly what kinds of things were said to Ms. Thomas, and what kinds of acts they engaged in."

Junie made a distressed squeak.

Bob raised a suspicious brow, "Why?" 

"There is some compelling evidence that Samuel Card was in frequent communication with the males that were participating in these online..." Agent Durant seemed to hesitate, for the first time trying to find more appropriate words.

"...Relationship! It was an online relationship. It is sometimes referred to as an LDR or long distance relationship because the two parties involved cannot be together because of distance or other more complicated social barriers." Junie's tone was defensive, but she had found her voice and it seemed her nervous embarrassment was gone for the moment.

Bob gave her an encouraging squeeze. "Good girl, all they need is for you to tell them how it really is."

Junie nodded. "I met James Conrad in a chat room. Do you know what a chat room is?" She had to make a conscience effort not to speak down, like he had been.

Agent Gold spoke up. "Yes, ma'am, it's an online website where people can have real time text conversations."

Junie nodded, "It was a chat room dedicated to people who were interested in talking about bondage. I met him there, his chat name was Spurrs. I did not learn his last name until about a week ago; he just had me call him Sir James. We talked for a while and then we..." Junie took a deep breath. "...we cybered." She raised her eyes up from the table and stared challengingly at the FBI men, "Do you know what that is or do you need me to explain that?"

Agent Gold's eyes never left the laptop that he was furiously typing on. Agent Durant waved his hand dismissively. "Don't care about that kind of stuff. Just want to know details. Was there a time when he seemed to be acting on the orders of someone else? Were there things that seemed out of character or that he was pressured about? Were there words or phrases that seemed repetitive? Those are the things I am looking for."

Junie looked at him askance, "I can't remember every single thing he said to me, every time we talked for the last year."

"Was there a time when he seemed to change?"

Junie paused, leaning against Bob, relaxing and her brow creasing. "It was about three months ago..." Her voice was soft. "Around the time he stopped trying to get me to do things in public. He started getting a lot... um... harsher. He seemed to want to hear me in pain more than... um... well, in pain more. And he started to talk about me playing with other people."

"Play?"

Bob spoke up this time. "Play is slang for engaging in bondage play, with or without sex." Bob's voice took on a bemused tone. "I have always thought it was an odd choice of words. It seems so superficial for something that has such potential for depth of expression and experience."

Agent Durant looked up at him clearly irritated at the digression. "Yes, yes." He looked at Junie. "Go on, you mentioned other people."

"Yes, he talked about finding guys to set me up with, but I wouldn't do that. He would have me pretend that he was someone else. He kept talking like he was someone else, someone he had sent to um... punish me... or um... rape me. But, it was a fantasy thing... role playing." 

Detective Durant nodded. "Go on. Did these other persons he spoke about have a name or some identifying characteristics?"

"No, no names. That was the point. I wasn't supposed to know who they were. They were strangers. But they always carried a knife and threatened if I 'did not please them' they would... stab me... um..." Junie's voice faltered and dropped to a whisper. "...in my private parts. He said he would 'fuck my bloody cunt with it'. Those were the words he used every time. He had never talked like that before."

Agent Gold's head jerked up from the laptop. "Bingo."

Junie's voice was soft and full of horror. "The knife he left in my car, it was stabbed through a picture of me, a nude picture. The knife was stabbed right between my legs, through my..." Junie stopped and swallowed.

Agent Gold's voice was both excited and clinical. "It is central to all Samuel Card's murders, the obsession with knives and the ritual mutilation of his victim's genitals." 

Junie's hands were shaking so hard that her coffee slopped onto the table as she lifted it to sip. She gagged as she swallowed. "I feel sick. He was going to do that to me. I was so lucky."

Donna spoke up, "Luck, fate, part of what the pattern wills. They all mean the same thing. You were meant to live, perhaps to help end this evil man's actions."

"Is there anything else you need from Junie?" Bob seemed to have had enough of having these men in his house.

Agent Gold looked up. "We will need a formal signed statement about the knife in her car. It will be presented in evidence in the case against him in Oregon. It had his fingerprints on it and there was her DNA on it as well."

Junie's mouth went dry. "He stabbed her?" 

Agent Gold looked up from the laptop. His eyes flicked to Agent Durant and then at Bob. "Yes, ma'am."

"Is she all right?"

Agent Durant interrupted, "As a rape victim, her identity has been kept confidential. She was seriously injured. It was a miracle that she survived at all. It will be a long time before she is fully recovered physically. She will carry scars both physical and emotional for the rest of her life."

Junie felt a tear run down her cheek. "Could you tell her I am sorry? Could you tell her... um... thank you for being brave enough to testify against him. Tell her if there is anything I could do to help her..." Her voice trailed off.

As Agent Gold went back to the big black sedan, saying he had a mobile printer set up in the trunk, Agent Durant went back out to the front deck. Junie withdrew into a little flurry of cleaning, almost obsessively wiping the counter and then rearranging some things in the cupboards. Donna watched her with an understanding look on her face, letting her soothe herself with old habits. 

Bob followed Agent Durant out to the deck. Both men stood looking at each other for a while. Bob broke the tension, "How long have you been after this guy, this Samuel Card?"

"The first victim we became aware of was a body dumped in a lake in Louisiana seven years ago. There were some pretty unusual knife wounds on the corpse. I knew right then that we were looking at a serial killer. No one else wanted to believe it. They were very sure that the killer was the man she had been having online conversations with. He had been having her role play some scenes that were almost identical to her murder. But he had a rock solid alibi; there was no way he could have done it. Then they tried to find someone else she may have told about the role play stuff, like it was something she was asking for. It took a second victim in New Hampshire two years later, for them to start to take my serial killer theory seriously."

What makes you think that there are more?"

"It's all on their computers. The same stories being played out, over and over again, only with different men all the time. We finally got a break when one of the men admitted he had been getting the ideas from a third man. We tracked the email conversations to a guy, but he was long gone. We only got a rough description of him, age and race, but all the names he used were false. He has always been a step ahead of us. It seems he changes his name, his online pseudonyms, his ISP address, the town he lives in, everything, after each victim. Another trouble is he has gotten better at hiding the bodies. We were hoping that we could get a line on that, but so far nothing."

"Have you learned much from the Conrad guy in Texas?"

"I want to question him personally. This is my case. I was there when they found the first victim. I am headed to Texas next. Agent Gold is from the Seattle office. If Ms. Thomas thinks of anything else she should contact him."

"This James Conrad, he threatened Junie with embarrassment and also with having Samuel Card come and punish her. I am pretty sure that he had no idea what kind of a monster he had gotten tangled up with."

"Yes, that is how it was for all the men. They were all pretty horrified."

"Well you should know that when this Sir James guy threatened Junie, she told Donna and me. We did a little investigating on our own. Junie had his mailing address and we hired a private investigator and found out his name and that he is a Baptist minister. We made it very clear to him that we were not going to let him hurt Junie. We told him we would expose him to his wife and church if he persisted in harassing her. He was very motivated to comply with our suggestions. He even offered to buy Junie a new car to replace her damaged one."

Agent Durant looked sharply at Bob. "I am sure he was really happy about that."

Bob's laugh was humorless. "He was not happy."

The FBI agent turned to look out over the lake. He cleared his throat. "I am just trying to get my head around this. Do you mind if I ask you some questions?"

"I don't have a problem with questions."

"Why do they do it?"

"Why do who do what?"

"Why do these women let men like you mistreat them?"

"You are way over the line with that one. It shows how little you understand about what really is going on. I never have mistreated a woman in my life. I worship women. I count myself lucky to be a part of their existence."

Agent Durant looked at Bob, clearly trying to listen, but at the same time stubbornly holding onto what he knew. "Aren't you their Master?"

Bob began to laugh. The sounds of his amusement rang out across the lake and echoed back of the far hills and came back to them. "Master... I am starting to hate that word. I do not own these women any more than they own me. We have a wonderful symbiotic relationship. They need me. I need them."

"That's the thing that has me the most confused. The way the women seem to be drawn to these guys."

"Now you are getting to the heart of the matter. It is exactly that. Women are drawn to men. Men are drawn to women. It is the nature of our genders. The male and the female are like the poles of magnet. It is the very essence of the male and female to be drawn to one another. Dominants and submissives are polar opposites as well and we are even more powerfully drawn to one another."

"But why the whipping, the humiliation, the violence? It seems the very antithesis of love and trust."

Bob sat down and put his feet up. "It is interesting that you speak of trust. If a submissive gives herself into the hands of a Dominant, it is the absolute epitome of trust. It is a submissive's nature to find fulfillment in the gifts she gives; the service, the respect, the love she shares. Without an outlet for this drive to serve, to submit, a submissive is frustrated. Instinctively she will be drawn to anyone whom she can serve, even to abusive men who will mistreat them."

Agent Durant nodded, "Okay, I get that, but it still does not explain the whips and stuff."

"There are two separate reasons for the infliction of pain. One is simple and biological. Pain and pleasure are closely linked in the human brain, for some more than others. A little or a lot of pain, depending upon the individual, can enhance sexual pleasure immeasurably."

"Yes, I understand. That's the 'M', masochism."

"Well masochism as well as the psychological enjoyment of the idea of pain, humiliation and helplessness. The other reason is the trust. The giving of oneself over to another completely, pushing and testing that limit, surrendering to the will of another. Pain is only a small part of it. It is the rituals of surrendering to the pain, to the will of the Dominant. It is a dance that defies description. All I can say is that the emotional intensity of the bond generated by such rituals is boundless. It is bondage beyond ropes and chains. It is a binding of the very spirits of the Dominant and his submissive."

"Are you a sadist?"

"Do I get sexual enjoyment solely from inflicting pain? Not really. I enjoy looking at women who are aroused. I make sure that what I do arouses the women I am with. That arouses me. I very much thrive on the power and control. When a woman surrenders to me, trusts me. It speaks to me. I am the Dominant around here. Donna calls me the boss dog. This is my territory. Those girls are members of my pack."

Agent Durant shook his head. "It is beyond me." 

Bob stood and stretched. "It is that lack of understanding that we face every day. All we ask is that you don't pathologize what you do not understand. It is our life. It is how we need it to be. All we ask is acceptance."

"But it is getting women killed."

"Don't blame the victims. I agree that their need to be subjugated may have made them more vulnerable. But there have been serial killers in the past who killed children because they were vulnerable, or prostitutes, or the elderly. It is the nature of a predator to select the target that fits his pathology. I would be curious to learn about this Samuel Card's past that he chose submissive women as his targets."




Finding Happiness Ch. 02



"We are having a lot of trouble finding out anything about him. He is not talking. We can't even figure out if Samuel Card is his real name. His fingerprints aren't on record anywhere except in relation to these crimes. We are hoping that as this case breaks we will get some people who come forward who maybe know who the hell he is and where he came from."

Bob shook Agent Durant's hand. "Well good luck. I don't envy you your job."

Bob stood and watched the big black sedan with the two agents as it made its way down the drive. Agent Gold had managed to get him to one side and muttered quick thanks for their help. "Sorry about Durant. He is taking this whole thing way too personally. He is losing perspective. He was way out of line in there, yelling at Ms. Thomas. I am going to talk to the head office about maybe pulling him off the case."

Bob shook his head. "Not until after he interviews the Conrad guy in Texas. I think he will do a good job there. Agent Durant has just the kind of insensitivity that will resonate for that bastard. In fact you can tell him that in my opinion, James Conrad will respond very well to his methods of interviewing a witness. Conrad is weak and a coward. He will be easy to intimidate. As a Dom he betrayed a very sacred trust when he put Junie at risk. I hope Durant makes him squirm. I wish I could be there to watch."

Agent Gold laughed and handed Bob his business card, "Well thanks for letting us invade your home. If Junie thinks of anything else, call me please. If I have any questions about BDSM, could I contact you, in relation to the case of course?"

"Of course." 

*

You might recognize this story as one I had up in the past, under the titled Northwest Hunters. I took it down for revision and a brief flirtation with possible publication.

Book One of Northwest Hunters, title Joining the Circle is already posted.

Thank you for taking the time to read my story. Please take the time to rate and leave a comment if the spirit moves you.

Enjoy

xantu



Finding Happiness Ch. 03



Chapter 3: A Parable.

The next morning after breakfast, Donna called Junie into the office. "That bastard finally wrote you an apology. Not much of one, if you ask me."

Junie looked at the familiar capitals of her former Dom. 

JUNIE,

I AM SORRY THAT THINGS DID NOT WORK OUT BETWEEN US. I AM SORRY IF THE THINGS I DID FRIGHTENED YOU. I MUST HAVE MISINTERPRETED WHAT I THOUGHT YOU WANTED FROM A DOM. 

PERHAPS YOU FIND WHAT YOU NEED WITH THESE NEW PEOPLE. 

SIR JAMES

P.S. ATTACHED IS THE NAME AND WEBSITE OF THE MAZDA DEALERSHIP. YOU CAN CONTACT THEM AS TO WHEN YOUR MIATA WILL BE READY TO PICK UP. THEY HAD TO SPECIAL ORDER IT TO GET IT IN YELLOW. 

"He always used caps. One time I asked him why and he said he just liked it that way, and that it wasn't my place to ask. I guess I should have gotten a clue at the very beginning. It's not much of an apology is it, more of an excuse. At least he squeezed the word sorry in there a couple of times." Junie pursed her lips. "Sorry bastard."

Donna commented, her voice dry, "He will be sorrier once he gets to know Agent Durant. Hopefully he will have a better idea of how close he came to being an accomplice to rape and murder."

The link showed a picture of a shiny black Mazda Miata. It had an animated clip that showed the automatic hardtop retracting feature. Junie crowed with delight. "Oh, look at it!" Donna looked over her shoulder. "It will be prettier in yellow."

Junie giggled, "James will turn yellow when he talks to that Agent Durant."

Bob's voice called up from the basement. "Junie, come down and help me with this." He was busy dismantling the St. Andrews cross and moving it and some of the other more obvious bondage equipment in preparation for the plumbing contractor to come in and work on the bathroom Bob was having built in the basement.

As Junie held the smooth heavy piece of timber steady as he removed the screws that held it place, Bob spoke, "I made this easy to dismantle so we could do this. Folks in town think I am crazy already. It would make the whole place buzz to learn I have a torture chamber in my basement."

Junie giggled and nodded. It had been a busy few days since the FBI agents had left. Bob had framed in a wall between what would be her bedroom and a second room that Junie was beginning to think of as just 'her' room. He had made her help him every step of the way; measuring, holding the wood for him as he sawed, handing him tools like an ER nurse. Junie had been having little spasms of fear and then the subsequent bouts depression. She would find herself pausing, images of knives and death filling her mind, her mouth dry and her heart racing. Bob had been careful to keep her near and kept her moving forward, never letting her stop and get stuck in the feelings for long.

Many times a day Junie found herself jerked from her frightened introspection by a firm tug on a nipple pulling her off balance, and Bob's sharp blue gaze boring into her eyes. "Stay here, Junie. Stay in the moment. Remember, 'No Worrying'." Junie found herself finding excuses to stay near him, needing his watchful eye to keep her from falling into panic. 

Bob had kept his promise of keeping her nipples tender and sensitive to his slightest touch. Lately he had her wearing little rubber bands around them, keeping them swollen and erect. Junie had altered all the bras she had except one, carefully cutting holes so her constantly erect nipples could stick through and neatly binding the edges. She embroidered around each opening, adding decorative stars, flower petals, and even flames on her black bra. At first she did this because she wanted her nipples more accessible for Bob, but she found she liked the way they looked and the sensation of her clothing on her tender flesh was a constant erotic reminder.

Junie was looking at pictures of body modification on her computer, looking at the nipple piercings. "Those look so cool."

Donna looked over her shoulder. "I guess. Never was much interested in body jewelry myself. Never much interested in jewelry at all. Do you think you would like something like that?"

Junie looked thoughtful. "Not ever before, but now, lately?" She giggled and looked down her loose top at her swollen exposed nipples. "I think it would look really sexy."

Donna looked down Junie's shirt. "They look pretty damn sexy as it is." She reached her hand down Junie's shirt and rolled a nipple between her fingers. Junie caught her breath and arched her back, stretching like a cat and purring. "You would have to get our Master's permission to get any piercings."

"I don't know if I really want to. That feels so good, what you are doing. Would a piercing get in the way of that?"

Donna had both hands down the front of Junie's loose tee and her lips pressed against Junie's neck as Junie cruised the web, looking at various examples of nipple jewelry. "I don't know. Some of those pictures are cute and sexy, but some just look brutal and it looks like the nipples are scarred and damaged. Look at that site for non-piercing nipple jewelry."

Junie was starting to quiver from the rush of sensations coming from Donna's cool fingers rubbing and tugging at her. She found herself having increasing difficulty typing, soft giggles and squeals leaking from her lips as Donna would randomly pinch and tweak. "Maybe that would be a better idea, just as pretty but not so risky."

Donna murmured a soft encouraging sound as she kissed Junie's neck. Junie wasn't sure if it was for her observation about the jewelry or for her rapidly soaring excitement. Junie pushed the lid of her laptop closed and pushed it away. "That feels so nice."

Donna's voice was husky. "The sun on the deck is just right. Let's go sunbathe a little, my sweet Junie."

There was a slow sensual intensity as they spread oil on each other's bodies, hands moving slowly, pressing more insistently. Junie could not resist pressing her lips to Donna's, her tongue curious, probing, and exploring. Their kisses were slow and soft, seeming to last forever, their hands roaming, sliding over their slippery skin. Junie whispered against her Mistress's mouth. "Nice... so nice."

Donna pushed Junie toward a recliner, "Lie down, Junie. Lie down on your side."

As Junie lowered herself, Donna lay down beside her, but she had put her head facing Junie's feet. Junie found her lips inches from Donna's cleft, staring fascinated at her swollen folds, knowing that Donna had a similar view of her own, very wet cleft.  

As Junie leaned in, her tongue stroking through the center, she felt Donna's warm and wet tongue parting her, opening her. A shock shot through both their bodies, an electric circuit of pleasure that seemed to flow from one to the other and back again. There was a calm, almost leisurely rhythm to their lovemaking. Soft gentle licks and kisses, almost teasing touches, lifted and rocked them on a softly surging sea of pleasure. 

Junie found herself murmuring a nonsense song of delight to the object of her fascination. Between each caress she pressed against the fragrant flesh, "So soft... so sweet... so nice... love you... yes... good." Donna's leg was lifted high and Junie burrowed her face deeper, her tongue probing, drinking in the sweet nectar that gathered there. No longer able to find words, she moaned and mumbled, her body surging and rocking as Donna's mouth pulled at her very core. As each of them sensed that the other was approaching the limits of their ecstasy, their bodies tensing and trembling, they slowed their touches. Each knowing that the other was there with them, balancing, reveling in the ecstasy they shared. Just before they teetered and fell, Donna spoke, "Stay with me, Junie."

As they spiraled down, clutching at each other, eagerly sucking on the throbbing flesh. Donna did not relent, her mouth on Junie was even more persistent, exacting, her licks changing to bites. For the first time her fingers thrusting deep and fast. Junie convulsed, struggling to meet and match her Mistress's demands, her soaring climax shaking her mind and her body. Mindless, she pulled at Donna's hips, her cries muffled as she held Donna's clit between her teeth, her tongue lashing the sensitive nub. 

It seemed like her whole body ignited as a crescendo of rapture took her and tossed her. Deeply aware of Donna's cries of completion, she rode the waves of her orgasm, feeding off Donna's rising passion, and sharing her own.

Junie was hardly aware of how it ended. She slowly drifted back to reality, her face still snuggly nested against Donna's damp flesh. Donna's soft kisses were soothing rather than stimulating. Junie laughed a happy soft giggle. "That was so nice. Thank you, Ma'am."

"You are welcome, sweet Junie. I am very happy you are turning out to be such an enthusiastic little lesbian. Let's roll over and get a little sun on the other side."

Bob found them there still laying head to foot, their cheeks supported by the others' thigh, talking softly to each other as they basked in the afternoon sun. "You two look very happy."

Junie's voice was soft and sleepy, "Very, very, very happy."

At that moment Sunny jumped up from where he had been laying in the sun and barked loudly and raced off toward the driveway. The other three dogs followed close behind, adding their voices to the alarm. Junie could hear the rumbling of a truck engine and the crunch of gravel as the vehicle came closer to the house.

Bob turned to follow the dogs, calling back over his shoulder, "We seem to have company. I was not expecting any building supply deliveries until tomorrow. You girls might think about getting some clothes on."

Junie left one parting kiss on Donna's soft pink flesh, before she jumped up and hurried to her room. She quickly pulled on a soft pair of knit shorts and her one intact brassier and a loose tank top. A little wave of anxiety shook her. Who was coming to visit? The last unexpected visitors had been the FBI. Their questions and information about the case had left her feeling terrified. Junie stayed in the house, occupying herself with cleaning, sweeping and dusting, her eyes straying nervously to the back door. When the door burst open Junie shrank back, a wave of nervous anxiety sweeping over her. Bob stuck his head in and called to her. "Junie, what the hell are you doing in there? Get your ass out here."

Junie found herself reluctantly walking through the garden. As she got closer to the garage, she was just in time to see a big UPS delivery van turn around and drive back down the driveway. A quick sigh of relief shook Junie; she just did not want to meet anyone new today.

A happy bounce replaced the reluctant trudge as she went into the garage. Donna was looking at a pile of packages in the middle of the floor. Bob had a proud if somewhat sheepish grin on his face. He was protesting, "I did not order all of this. Some of the packages are for Junie and I saw at least two things you ordered too." He looked up. "Oh good, Junie, you made it finally." Bob turned and waved at the pile of packages. "It's Christmas in the spring time. Help us sort this stuff out."

Donna laughed and said, "Christmas? Okay, Junie, you get to hand out the presents." She held out a package. "This one has Bob's name on it, and oh look, this one too." Junie took the brown paper wrapped packages and held them wordlessly out to Bob. He took them and stood holding the boxes in his hands, looking at Donna, his expression suddenly serious, a warning glint showing in his blue eyes. Donna looked back at him, her eyes faltering and her smile fading. 

His voice held his neutral conversational tone. "Let's just sort out the stuff and worry about opening our presents later." 

Donna swallowed and nodded. "Good idea."

Junie had three packages of fabric. Donna had two brown paper wrapped packages that she laid down beside her. All the rest were laid at Bob's feet. At least a dozen packages were mounded up around his feet; some of them were surprisingly large. He was trying not to grin, but his eyes were sparkling.

Donna was eyeing the pile curiously. "That can't all be panties."

Bob laughed, "Wouldn't you like to know." He had a broad grin on his face, but his eyes still held their warning glint.

Donna could not resist. "I will open my packages if you open yours."

Junie stood hugging her packages of fabric to her chest watching the two of them as they gently sparred with each other. Junie could tell that Donna was pushing her luck. She spoke up. "Um, Sir, would you like me to help you... um... put anything away?"

Bob looked at her, remembering she was there. His smile softened and he leaned over and picked up a couple of smaller packages. He tossed them to her. Junie dropped the packages she was holding and caught both as they hurtled toward her, shrieking and giggling. Bob laughed and said, "Good catch. Those are for you." He sent a sharp look toward Donna, daring her to say something. "Panties."

Donna looked at the pile of parcels. "Anything there for me?"

Bob's voice still held that neutral conversational tone. "Lots." He turned to Junie. "Help me put these up on a shelf here. I will open them later."

"Yes, Sir." Junie carefully piled her packages by the door and went to help move the boxes to a shelf. One of the larger packages was surprisingly heavy and she looked at Bob in surprise as he took it from her hands and put it up on a high shelf. 

His grin broadened. "That, my girl, is going to be a very special surprise for both you and Donna. We will save that for when we get the dungeon set back up."

Junie grinned back and giggled. "Oh my."

Junie stood in the doorway of the garage looking at the SUV with her lips pressed together. She shifted from one foot to the other, looked over her shoulder and gazed back at the house longingly.

Bob stood by the SUV and looked back at her frowning, "Junie, did you forget something?"

"No, I just... um..." She took a deep breath and started again. "It just seems like lately I don't want to go anywhere. I just want to stay here and never ever have to go anywhere again." "You have to get this done. No one else can do this for you."

"I know. It just seems so much more difficult than ever before."

Bob's voice hardened, "Junie, get in the car."

Junie took a couple more steps toward the car and stopped again. A soft deep whine of terror shook her. She was not sure what she feared worse, her growing anxiety or Bob's displeasure. To her absolute horror, she turned and began to walk back out of the garage. It was like her legs were not her own. She turned her head and looked back toward Bob with abject terror.

Junie had only taken a few steps when Bob had his hand on her, stopping her and spinning her around. He looked closely at her face and said one word. "Talk."

Junie seemed to shrink up into herself. There were no words to attach to this feeling of panic that was welling up inside her. She looked deep into his blue eyes and knew she had to obey. She began to blurt out words and phrases, her voice strangled and quavering, "Feeling afraid, fat, ugly, stupid, people looking at me, strangers with knives, danger, useless, lonely, failing you, disappointing you, losing you..."

Bob put his hand over her mouth and stopped the torrent of terror. "Okay, Junie, I am going keep my arm around you. You are going to walk to the car with me. Donna is going to sit with you. You are going to face all this. We will be there with you. We will not let you fail."

As he spoke he was gently and firmly moving her toward the SUV. Junie closed her eyes and let his words soothe her, forcing herself not to think about the day ahead. It was really supposed to be an easy day. First they were going to stop by her former workplace and get a few things and sign her exit papers. Then swing by her old apartment and sign the hold harmless on her breaking her lease. Bob had hired a cleaning service to clean up the mess in her apartment and they had boxed up the few items that were unbroken. They were just going to pick up those things and she could sort them out later at home. Next was signing the papers for the repair of her car and leaving it at a consignment sales lot.

Last was the real reason for coming to town. Her Miata was ready for pickup. She needed to go fill out all the papers and drive it home. It should have been something to look forward to, tying the last loose ends of her old life and then a fun drive home in her brand new convertible. Junie had thought she would have been looking forward to these things, but as the time to leave drew closer she had been becoming increasingly panic stricken. She had not gone anywhere since the trip to town where she had found her apartment torn to pieces by the man who had been carefully planning to kill her. Learning about him and his horrible series of crimes had made something snap inside her. All she wanted was to stay hiding in her new home with Bob and Donna and never go anywhere ever again.

There was no way that Bob was going to let her disobey him and a quiet, dry voice in her head was agreeing that she had to do this. It just seemed like her legs were not cooperating. Junie kept her eyes clenched shut as Bob lead her back to the car. She heard him speak to Donna, "Ride in back with her." If he had not had his hand on her elbow, warm and very firm, Junie did not think she could have gotten into the car. She felt Donna's hand settle on her leg and then move up to wrap around her shoulders, pulling her to lean against her. Donna's voice murmured into her ears, "It will be okay, sweet. I will ride back here with you." Junie was struggling to control her breathing, soft crazy giggles and sobs were making her lurch and hiccup under Donna's soothing, stroking hands.

Donna spoke again, "Honey, close the child lock on Junie's side for me and then get some toys for Junie and I to play with. I think she will need to have something to occupy her mind for the ride to town."

Junie spoke up, a quiet, soft voice of reason coming from somewhere deep inside her, "I might need something to throw up into, a basin or a plastic bag, and a clean pair of underwear."

As they waited for Bob to come back, Donna laughed and praised her. "Good girl, Junie. You want to get through this too. When we are all done, you will be so proud of yourself."

"If I am still alive."

Junie kept her eyes carefully closed, finding some comfort in the shelter of the darkness behind her eyelids. By the time Bob came back she had her breathing almost under control. She felt Donna slip the blindfold over her eyes and she sighed. "Oh yes, that will help. Thank you." She felt the tension in her body ease a notch. Donna spoke softly, "Give me your hand, Junie," and pulled her wrist up, pressing it against the metal grid that separated the back where the dogs rode from the passenger seat.

As Junie felt the handcuff close around her wrist she breathed a soft, "Thank you, Ma'am." Soon both her hands were fastened up and behind her head. She was seated in the middle of the bench seat with her seatbelt securely fastened. She giggled and tried to joke, "I think you've got me."

As Bob started the engine of the SUV and began to pull out of the garage, a whole new wave of panic shook Junie and she felt her arms jerking against her bindings and a tiny wail of terror shook her.

As they drove down the driveway, Junie felt Donna's hands on her, unbuttoning her blouse. She froze and gasped, "What are you doing?"

"I am distracting you, Junie, helping you. Trust me, this will help immensely."

"I can't do this, oh god Ma'am, please don't make me do this."

"Shhh, Junie, I want you to listen to me. I am going to tell you a story. It will distract you from your fears."

Junie took a deep breath and gulped. "Okay, but just be ready in case I puke."




Finding Happiness Ch. 03



Donna was laughing as she began the story. 

Once, very long ago, there lived a man. He was a very good man. He wanted to do the right things to please his gods and his family. He worked hard and while he had only a small piece of farmland and a tiny house he was blessed with good harvests and a large family. He loved his family very much, but began to feel the tiniest seed of dissatisfaction growing in his heart. 

His house was tiny and filled with his many children and the other members of his family. Both his and his wife's mothers had come to live with them. Both women were strong willed and proud and had many words of wisdom to share, whether they were invited or not. Frequently their words of advice were at odds and the man felt harried. It seemed that no matter how hard he tried to do the right things, always someone was complaining. There was little peace in his home. If the mothers were not debating among themselves, the children were demanding his attention or needing his guidance. He began to feel that there was no place of peace and refuge in this world for him.

This man wanted nothing more than to do the right things to please his gods and his family, so he went to the spiritual leader of the community, a wise and old man who had always helped him in the past.

"Oh good teacher and father, I am so unhappy. I need your guidance." The man poured out his tale of woe to the older man.

"I can only help you if you promise to do everything I tell you to do without question. Will you make that promise to me and our gods?"

"Oh yes, I promise. I would do anything to cure this sadness in my heart and to once more feel love and happiness for my family."

"Then go home and go into your hen house and gather up all the chickens there and take them into your house to live with you. Do not tell your family why you do this. Just smile and say that you are listening to your heart."

As Donna told this part of the story she finished unbuttoning Junie's blouse and lifted it up her arms twisting it around the handcuffs to keep it from falling back down. Junie felt the air on her skin and knew that all she had covering her breasts was her thin bra. At least it was one of her bras that covered her nipples. A wave of nausea shook her and she swallowed hard and forced herself to breathe. 

It was not many days before the man was back pleading with the spiritual leader. "Teacher, things are twice as bad as ever before. The chickens are all over the place. My wife is screaming at me with a temper I have never witnessed before. The old women are calling me a madman. The children are screaming and chasing the hens all around. Teacher, this is not helping."

"You made a promise to me and our gods. You must keep that promise. Trust me that this will help. Go home and go into the field. Gather up your goats and bring them into your house as well."

"Father, this is madness, but I will obey."

As she told this part of the story, Donna reached behind Junie and unsnapped her bra and lifted it up with her blouse, letting her breasts fall down. Junie could not help but protest, "No, oh please, no. Oh god, I am going to be sick." As she lost her breakfast, she felt a bowl under her chin and heard the vomit splash. When she had finally emptied her stomach, she felt the car pull over briefly and listened as Donna opened the car door and poured out the bowl beside the road. "Here, Junie, take a swallow of water." She felt the lip of a water bottle touching her mouth and she took a sip, rinsing her mouth.

As the car started moving, Donna began to tell the story again.

When the man returned to his counselor, he was filthy and his hair was wild and uncombed. "Oh, teacher, the goats have taken over my house, they have chewed on everything. They shit everywhere. My wife has stopped screaming, she has stopped speaking to me at all. Things have never been so horrible. I cannot sleep."

The old man nodded and looked very satisfied. "Yes, my son, the way to happiness is often difficult. Now you must go and take your sow and her piglets. Bring them into your house."

This time the man did not protest. He began to weep and tore at his hair as he turned to his home.

Donna reached down and unzipped Junie's slacks and began to work them down around her hips and down past her knees. Junie did not protest. She did not fight. She sat in a state of shock, tears flowing down her face, soft sobs shaking her.

The man was even filthier and his clothing was torn. He had a bloodstained bandage wrapped around one of his hands. "Teacher, the pig has developed a terrible temper. She screams in rage louder than either of my mothers. She has attacked me and I must stay home to protect my wife and children from her. My wife has forbidden me my place beside her at night. Please, teacher, explain how this is going to make me happy."

"You are a good man, my son, to follow my directions so well. I promise you that this is the pathway to happiness. Now go back and bring your milk cow into your house."

Donna began to push Junie's underwear down her legs, exposing her whole body naked and vulnerable to the eyes of any car that passed by. Junie gasped and once more her stomach convulsed, but she was empty and had nothing more than a mouthful of sour liquid to lose. She felt Donna catch it in the basin and, once again, took the sip of water to rinse her mouth.

The man did not speak as he stood before his spiritual leader. His eyes were deep dark wounds in his face. 

The older man embraced him and noted the rank smell of manure about the man. "Tell me, my son, how is it in your house with the cow?"

"My mothers have left my house. They say they refuse to live with a madman and his animals. My wife threatens to leave as well. Teacher, I have followed all your instructions and now I am going to lose everything I have ever loved." Tears flowed down the man's face washing pale tracks in the grime caked there.

"Do not despair, my son. Go home and take your cow and put it back into the pasture."

As Donna told this part of the story she began to pull up Junie's panties. Junie gratefully raised up her hips, sighing in relief at this small amount of clothing covering her nakedness.

When the man returned to the teacher his face was clean and he seemed to have a small amount of hope in his eyes. "Teacher, my wife says she will not leave me. She says she does not understand my madness, but that she loves me and will stay by me. She has allowed me back into our marriage bed again."

"You have taken your first step back on the road to happiness, my son. When you get home, return the sow and her piglets back to the sty."

Donna began to pull up Junie's pants and for the first time Junie laughed out loud. "I see what you are doing, Ma'am."

"Hush, Junie, and listen."

"Yes, Ma'am."

The man was clean and had a smile of happiness on his face when he returned to the teacher. "Oh teacher, my house is so nice. There is so much more room and the goats seem much better behaved now that the pig has gone. I can go to work in my fields again. My wife is singing a song in our kitchen."

"I can see your happiness is growing, my son. I think the goats will be much happier in the pasture once more, as well."

Donna pulled Junie's bra down and reached around her fastening the hooks, carefully adjusting the straps and underwires. Junie had a big smile on her face and a happy giggle bubbled up.

The man had a spring to his step and was whistling as he came to talk with his teacher. "The goats do seem much happier in the pasture. And I am much happier as well. Master, I must thank you for your wisdom."

"You are most welcome, my boy. All you have left to do is to return the hens to their coup. And then come back and tell me what you have learned."

Junie had a calm, happy expression on her face as Donna buttoned her blouse back up.

The man came back to the house of his spiritual leader. He brought a gift of his finest piglet and a basket filled with eggs and cheese. "Oh teacher, I am the richest and happiest man in the village. My house is a mansion and my children are true angels. I love my wife more than the air I breathe. I am truly blessed by our gods. I am forever indebted to you. Without your wisdom I would never have realized what a lucky man I am."

The old man accepted the gifts and blessed the man. As he watched the man hurrying home to his family, the wise teacher thought to himself that it was amazing that it took clear to putting the cow in the house to get the mothers to move in with their other children.

Donna unfastened the handcuffs and took off the blindfold just in time for Junie to see they were almost at the city.

The anxiety was there, but it no longer threatened to overwhelm her. Junie wrapped her arms around Donna and laughed with delight. "That was the best story! It was just what I needed to keep my mind off my problems. Did you make it up?"

Bob roared with laughter, "No, Junie, she did not make it up. It is an old story, most likely a Jewish folk tale. The original has the teacher as a rabbi and it used to be told with the most horrible Yiddish accent. Donna's family has been telling it for generations."

Donna looked just a bit pouty. "I added a lot. I tell it better than they did and I made it more politically correct." Bob only laughed louder. 

You might recognize this story as one I had up in the past, under the titled Northwest Hunters. I took it down for revision and a brief flirtation with possible publication.

Book One of Northwest Hunters, title Joining the Circle is already posted.

Thank you for taking the time to read my story. Please take the time to rate and leave a comment if the spirit moves you.

Enjoy

xantu



Finding Happiness Ch. 04



Chapter 4: Fantasies Met

Junie walked around and around her new, bright yellow, little sports car. She had an ear to ear smile that just seemed to grow each time she made a pass. The dealer was giving her a long speech about the features on her new car and she had an armload of paperwork clutched in her arms.

James Conrad had followed their instructions perfectly. There was a very nice CD player and an extended maintenance package. The little car was the most beautiful sunny yellow and the dealer told her she probably had the only yellow Miata in the state. The whole thing was hers, free and clear. 

Junie giggled a long, happy, triumphant laugh. She looked at Bob and Donna, her eyes sparkling. "This makes all this almost worth it. So who wants a ride home?"

It was late in the afternoon. They had gotten everything done and the SUV held several boxes of her belongings salvaged from her vandalized apartment and the papers from her former job. A consignment lot was selling her car for her.

It had not been easy. Several times during the day Junie felt the waves of anxiety and nausea and had to stop and force herself to breathe. 

All that was left was to go home. Junie felt like a huge weight was lifting from her shoulders. She was impatient to hit the road. The speech of the dealer was just so much babble that she had no interest in listening to. She turned to the man and abruptly thanked him and demanded he hand her the keys. 

Turning to Bob and Donna she spoke up, her voice firm and clear. "Bob, would you please ride with me? I am going home now."

Bob gave her a big smile and made a sweeping bow. "I would be glad to accompany you, sweet Junie."

The air was brisk and cool in the early evening and Junie left the top up. The little car was nimble and surprisingly powerful, the slightest push on the gas forced her back in her seat, forcing a small shriek of glee from her lips. "Oh, Sir, this is wonderful."

Bob looked at her proudly. "I am glad that our Donna thought to extort this from that bastard. She has some of the most delightfully evil impulses. I think it is the lawyer in her." Junie giggled and nodded. "You will have to let me drive part way home." 

"Any time you want."

"We will need to build you a carport for this little hotrod."

They were about half way home when Junie pulled over and switched places with Bob. As they jumped from the little yellow sports car and passed each other Bob pulled her to his chest and gave her a huge hug, and then took her mouth in one of his wildly intense kisses. 

When he released her Junie swayed for a second and giggled. "My goodness."

As Bob adjusted the seat and reviewed the controls, touching the levers and feeling the accelerator and brake pedal with his foot. He grinned and commented, "I always wanted a little car like this."

Junie looked at him, "It was not that expensive. Why didn't you just get yourself one?"

Bob looked very thoughtful and spoke as he pulled the sports car out onto the highway. "I think Donna had convinced me that it was... um... wasteful for us to have two cars and we needed the SUV because of the dogs and it was the most efficient, environmentally aware choice. And she was right too. There was no reason for us to have two cars with just the two of us. All my life I would look at all the people that had fleets of cars parked around their houses and feel outrage at the waste and the disrespect for our mother."

Junie reached across the console and touched his hand where it gripped the top of the transmission knob. "Well, we have one now, and with the three of us, I think it is not such a disrespectful thing. I am sure that this car will be the vehicle of choice for those quick errands to town. It has great gas mileage, probably as good as the Escape." 

Bob was really getting the feel for the handling of the Miata and was starting to push it through the corners of the windy road. He was smiling in satisfaction. He looked over at Junie with his eyes sparkling and he laughed and said, "We should name our new car."

"Name her?"

"Oh yes, I can feel her spirit. She is happy and eager to serve. She will be a wonderful addition to our circle."

Junie could not help but shake her head and laugh. Sometimes she did not completely understand all this talk of spirits and circles and yet it seemed to endear Bob to her all the more. "Okay, I have to definitely agree with you, she is definitely a she. She is yellow, but we already have a Sunny in our family."

"Sunny would have been a good name for her too, she is like the promise of new day." Junie stopped and then smiled broadly, "Aurora, let's name her Aurora. It is a sunbeam and it seems to fit just right in my head."

Bob nodded solemnly, "That sounds like a good name. I like the 'au' at the beginning for the golden color she is, and the 'roar' in the middle is how she talks to me." He pushed down on the accelerator and they flew home.

Junie was not surprised to see that Donna was not home yet. She felt a little flush of guilt that Donna had to drive all the way home by herself. They parked the little car beside the garage and took the dogs out for a long walk, letting them get some much needed exercise. Junie noticed that Honey seemed to be moving slower and staying closer.

"Is Honey doing all right? She looks tired."

"The puppies inside her are growing very fast right now. She probably is feeling tired or more accurately, a little drained, low energy."

Junie nodded, "I remember that when I was pregnant; there were times when all I wanted to do was sleep. That was difficult with the other kids always needing something."

"I kind of envy your experiences. To be able to hold the creation of a new life in your body must be the most beautiful of things."

"There are no words to describe it, Sir. It was the most important, most rewarding thing I have ever done." Junie sighed, "And the hardest was letting it go. Having them grow up and become independent, leave my nest, was painful." Junie slipped her hand into his. "Donna once wrote me she could not have children. Why?"

"We were busy with our corporate pirate lifestyle. We always spoke about having time for family, for children later, after we got the brass ring, after we made the big killing. We were young and we felt invincible. Then she got sick, her lab results were botched and they caught it late. She probably would have had to have had the hysterectomy no matter what, but we had to fight the doctors so she could keep her ovaries, or at least one ovary. She refused to be 'castrated' as she so indelicately put it."

Junie squeezed his hand, "I am so sorry, Sir."

"I nearly lost her. At first I was afraid she would die and then she was so angry. She kept trying to push me away, to drive me off. She had some idea that she failed me, that I had to go find another woman who could give me children."

"What did you do?"

"I just wouldn't leave. I let her fight with me and I fought back, but I refused to leave. She was not at all rational. She was insanely cruel and sarcastic, harping on me continually for anything and everything. I finally got fed up and something snapped. I took her and tied her up and beat the crap out of her with my belt and told her that she was going to stop this bullshit and start treating me with the respect and obedience I deserved. The strangest thing happened after that. We were both so wildly turned on we ended up fucking like wild animals all night. After that night, it seemed like all of a sudden everything was simpler and Donna began to act completely different. She was still sharp and edgy, but underneath was the gentleness and lovingness that had gone missing for so long."

"It's funny, but that gentleness and lovingness is all I see when I am with her, Sir."

"I have seen her try to get you, but you are a genius at not fighting with her. I love to watch her try to tease you and you just open yourself to her and absorb her little jabs. Your loving acceptance of her is beautiful to watch. I learn from watching you."

"I do see it when she does it to you."

"Junie, remember she is the one still balancing in the middle. When she pushes against me it is as much to check that I am still there to keep her in check, as to test me or struggle against me. You must also remember that Donna does not have your natural submissive nature. You instinctively know your role. Donna has had to learn each step of the way. She has a duality to her spirit. She could have easily been a dominant in a relationship. It was her fate to be bonded with someone who could never have let that happen."

As they made their way back toward the house, they could see the lights of the SUV driving up the driveway. Junie slipped her arm around Bob's waist, "Thank you for talking with me about this. I see how much you love her."

"She is an amazing woman, smarter than anyone I have ever met, except perhaps you."

"Oh, Sir, I am not all that smart. I barely went to college for a couple years studying secretarial stuff."

"You keep up with her verbally. I see you play those pun games with her. You are amazingly talented at making things; cooking, sewing, even the simple act of giving of yourself, for you, is an art form. There are dozens of kinds of intelligence and yours compliment hers. Let's go unload your stuff from the car and then you should cook her something nice."

Donna had the back of the SUV open and was just starting to unload the boxes out of the back when Bob and Junie walked into the garage. "I see that you guys made good time." Her voice had that familiar crisp bitter edge to it.

Junie could not help it. She giggled and then ran up and wrapped her arms around Donna. "I love you so much! I missed you all the way home." Junie took the box from Donna's hands. "I love my car. You were so smart to think of making that bastard buy me a new car. You are the best!"

Donna looked at Junie with a puzzled look on her face. Her lips quivered with a smile that she seemed to fight for a few seconds, before she shook her head and laughed. "I missed you too, little one."

Junie noticed Bob looking at her with wonder. She winked happily at him and busily went about arranging her small stack of belongings on the shelves in the garage. He nodded at her and smiled in approval.

Bob had finished the framing and drywall of Junie's new bedroom and sewing room. At her request he had built in an extra large closet in her bedroom and the sewing room had a whole wall devoted to storage cupboards. 

Junie had painted her sewing room bright white and had strong lights put in. She had laughed when Bob had asked her why not yellow, telling him that she wanted to be able to see what she was doing and that it was easier to see the true colors of the fabrics with a white background. 

Her bedroom she painted a soft rich wine color on the interior walls and asked to keep the natural stone on the exterior. Her bed was king sized. Bob had told her in no uncertain terms that he wanted room for all three of them, no matter where they may end up. If he decided to sleep with his 'bitches' he wanted everyone to be comfortable.

The plumbing contractor had finished making a nice big bathroom with a walk in shower with multiple shower heads.

Junie brought up a question that had been nagging her since she had come to live with Bob and Donna. They were sitting around the dinner table and Junie carefully spoke the question that she had been rehearsing in her head. "Sir and Ma'am, one of the things I liked to do before I came to live here was watch movies. If it would be permitted, I would like to purchase a television and a DVD player so I could watch movies while I sew."

Donna hardly looked up from the seafood pasta, "I don't have a problem with that."

Junie smiled at her words, but her eyes never left Bob's face, waiting for his permission. He was staring at Donna, his eyes surprised. He looked at Donna and added, "Sure it might be fun to watch a movie every once in awhile."

Junie was very aware that there was some kind of undercurrent going on in the conversation, but was not sure exactly what was happening between Donna and Bob. She bent over her plate and concentrated on taking small bites, every once in a while looking up through her lashes as Donna seemed to carefully avoid Bob's eyes.

Bob said it again, "I think it will be fun to have a television to watch movies on." Junie noticed he emphasized the word television.

Donna flushed and pressed her lips together and then muttered, "Sometimes people can change their minds about something. Anyway it is not our way to inflict our beliefs on another person. If Junie wants a TV, she should be able to have one. It will be down in her space anyway, not like it will be up here in the middle of things."

Bob laughed and wrapped his arms around Donna. "I promise it won't let any demons into our house, my goddess." He looked at Junie. "Our Donna has some very strong political beliefs that television is at the root of all that is wrong with our society. I distinctly remember hearing her say at one point that she would never live under the same roof as one of those demon boxes. And I really can't disagree with her. But it will be nice to watch a movie now and then." He grinned devilishly, "Maybe we could make some of our own?"

Donna grimace and looked up from her plate. "You would have to be the star."

The last contractor had finished the work on the basement room addition and Bob was impatient to move his 'dungeon' back into the basement. Junie was helping him and together they were putting the last few bolts in the St. Andrew's cross, anchoring it to the floor and ceiling in front of the big fireplace. 

After it was up Junie stood for a minute rubbing her hand across the wood, her face thoughtful. Bob moved to stand behind her, pressing his body against hers, crushing her against the wood. He leaned down and murmured, "Did you miss it?"

Junie shivered and whispered back. "Yes, very much."

"We have been busy with building your room and trips to town. We have been neglecting your training haven't we?"

Junie felt a delicious thrill of fear and excitement. "Yes, Master."

He kept her trapped there, his voice was deep and his breath hot in her ear. "Tell me what you think about. What do you wish someone would do to you?"

Junie was trembling almost continually. Her voice as a hoarse whisper, "I think about you, Master. I think about you tying me and whipping me until I scream and scream and then you take me anally." Just saying the words out loud made a tiny convulsion of excitement shake through her, a low whimper rose up in her chest.

Bob eased the pressure holding her to the cross and turned her to face him. "I promised you once to help you fulfill all your fantasies, my sweet Junie. This is one that will be a pleasure." He leaned down and took her mouth in his. Junie writhed against him, all her senses on fire. After he released her he laughed and whispered, "But it will be later, not now."

Junie felt a frustrated wail of protest start to rise up and she quickly strangled it down. "Yes, Master."

Junie was busy in her sewing room working on a pair of tailored steel gray slacks. She was muttering around a mouthful of straight pins about how much she hated pockets. 

From the waist up Junie was only wearing one of her peek-a-boo bras. She was having to work carefully because she was wearing rubber bands around her nipples had a little fishing weight dangling off each tender swollen nubbin. Each time she would accidentally bump one of the little weights or her nipple, she would wince and flinch back. 

Donna pulled up a chair and watched as Junie meticulously sewed the pockets into the pants. "If you don't like pockets, why do you put them in?"

Junie giggled around the pins, "Oh, Ma'am, I like pockets. I just hate to sew this particular style of pocket. I really hate pants without pockets in them."

Donna nodded, picking up a scrap of cloth that Junie had set aside, running it through her fingers. "Have you ever made a corset?"

"No, Ma'am, but I have looked at patterns. I am sure I could. Would you like for me to make you one?"

Donna grinned and nodded, "Yes I would, but I also want you to make one for yourself. But no rush on that, go ahead and get the clothing you need made. I think you should make replacing the clothing you lost a priority."

"Yes, Ma'am, I would need to talk with you about styles and fabrics anyway. Corsets come in a wide variety of styles. But it does sound like a fun project. We could have matching corsets."

Junie looked up at her wristwatch and made a rueful smile. "It's time to report to our Master for him to take my rubber bands off. I will be right back, Ma'am."

Donna laughed, "I will come out with you. He is certainly making a project out of your poor nipples. Do they hurt all that much?"

Junie giggled and looked down at the almost cherry sized nipples sticking out of the holes carefully crafted in her bra, "Only when he wants them to. Most of the time it's an itchy achy feeling, but when he takes them off it is pretty intense for a while. He has had me keeping them on for 30 minutes and then off for 30 minutes. It is when the rubber bands go on and then the first five or ten minutes after he takes them off that it is the most... um, distracting. But that is almost more from being so fucking horny than my nipples hurting. He seems to like keeping me all atwitter."

Donna followed Junie upstairs and out into the garden. Junie stood by Bob and waited silently as he worked his way down a row, thinning the tiny carrot seedlings. Once he was at the end he stood and beckoned Junie to him.

He looked at his dirt covered hands and shook his head. "Junie, just take them off yourself and keep them in your pocket." Junie reached down and took both bands off simultaneously. She flinched and pressed her palms against her nipples pressing in, slowing the rush of blood to her tissues, her eyes were clenched shut and her lower lip was trapped between her teeth.

Donna moved closer, her eyes on Junie's face, a feral hungry look on her face. "Sweet Junie, you look so delicious right now."

Junie opened her eyes and smiled at Donna. She lifted her hands from her nipples and looked at Bob as she murmured, "Perhaps my Mistress would like to taste?"

Bob nodded in approval as Donna leaned down and took one of Junie's nipples between her lips and nursed softly. Junie gasped and breathed carefully through her open mouth, letting the pain flow over her. "Oh, Ma'am, that is so nice."

Bob laughed and then cautioned. "No fun and games, my sweet bitches. Save your energy for tonight. I have something planned for tonight. In fact, for tonight I think you two should help each other get all prepared for some ass play. Donna, you know what to do. Show Junie. Just no coming you hear me?"

Junie gasped out, her voice throbbing with excitement as Donna continued to kiss and suck at her nipples, "Yes, Master."

Bob looked at his watch. "Put the rubber bands back on in 30 minutes. Donna, that's enough, let her be for a while."

Donna reluctantly stopped playing with Junie's breasts and gave her a soft kiss on the lips. "Yes, very delicious. I am going to eat you up, little girl." She made a hungry growling sound and tickled Junie's belly. Junie screamed and giggled, twisting in Donna's arms.

Bob pulled Donna away from Junie and pressed her to his chest, his face inches from hers, his hands making dirty smears on her bare arms. "Perhaps you did not hear me, my goddess?"

Donna met his glare for a second, her eyes filled with excitement and challenge and then she faltered and leaned her head against his chest. "Yes, Master, I heard you. I was just playing. I was going to let her go."




Finding Happiness Ch. 04



He spoke softly. "I have been neglecting you, haven't I?"

Donna froze and then a tiny tremble shook her. "It's okay, I understand. She needs this attention and she is new."

"You will always be my goddess."

A tiny soft sob rose up in Donna's throat. "And you will always be my Master."

Junie watched as Bob gently took Donna's lips in his. When he released her he spoke softly, "Go and get the little vibrating egg. Make sure it has fresh batteries and then put it inside your sweet cunt. I know it will remind you of my love for you all afternoon."

Bob laughed as he watched both women walk from the garden their arms around each other's waists. Keeping two women busy and happy was going to be a challenge, but he had some creative ideas about that. 

Junie watched Donna curiously as she put newly charged batteries in the controller for the egg. "Can I put it in for you, Ma'am?" 

"You just want to make me crazy, like I was doing to you." Donna pulled her shorts off, lay down on the bed and nodded at Junie. 

"I don't know if I so much want to make you crazy as torment myself, Ma'am. Just touching you is so sexy for me." Junie gently lifted one of Donna's legs and leaned down and lightly kissed her light pink folds. "I love the way you smell and taste. Just the sight of your beautiful pink flower makes my mouth water." 

Donna shivered and sighed as Junie slowly pushed the egg deep into her opening, wiggling her fingers a little as she withdrew them. "You were already soaking wet, Ma'am." Junie promptly stuck her wet fingers into her mouth and made a soft, "mmm", sound as she sucked them clean.

Donna laughed and pulled up her panties and shorts, turning the control on high she put it in her pocket. "My sweet little lesbian, you have turned out to be dream come true."

Junie laughed and commented, "Lesbian? Maybe, bisexual for sure, but the way our Master has been tormenting my tits lately, I am so horny I could hump a... a camel. No disrespect, Ma'am." 

Donna cracked up. "A camel? Now that is an odd image."

"I don't know where that came from, maybe it was the word hump... it seemed to go with camel."

"So you hump a camel, buzz a bee, dam a beaver?"

"...bark a dog? Oh no, here's a good one... purr a pussy... " Junie dissolved in giggles.

"Oh, I like that one."

"You would." Junie looked thoughtful, "Ma'am, when our Master spoke of his plans for this evening he said we should help each other prepare. He said you would know what needed to be done. What is it we must do?"

"Just make sure we are extra clean, inside and out."

"Do you mean we will need to take an enema?"

"Yes, have you ever done that?"

"Only for doctor things, the tests for colon cancer."

At the word cancer, a shadow dropped over Donna's face. Junie wrapped her arms around her Mistress and spoke softly. "Our Master spoke to me about the time you got sick. I am sorry; I forgot. I hope I didn't make you sad."

"It was a long time ago. It just was a really hard time for both Bob and me. I hated being sick. I hated that it was attacking what was female about me. I took all that rage and tortured Bob with it. I am still amazed that he stayed with me."

"He loves you very much, Ma'am. I see how he looks at you when you don't even notice, when you are asleep, when he talks to me about you."

"He talks to you about me?"

"Of course, Ma'am, just like he talks to you about me."

Donna laughed and squeezed Junie tightly. "You are a precious treasure, Junie. I am so glad we found you."

"Not half as happy as I am. When do we need to get ready for our Master?"

"Oh, probably not until after dinner, after the dogs are fed and put to bed."

Junie laughed. "Ah yes, the children, the parents must wait to play until the kids are asleep."

Bob walked into the bedroom and stopped, looking at them. They were both sitting on the foot of the bed with their arms around each other. "What have you two been up to?"

Junie giggled and piped up. "We were just talking, Sir, just talking about you." Donna giggled too.

Bob looked at his watch and then looked at Junie. "You might check your watch, young lady."

Junie glanced at her wrist and yelped. "My goodness, time flies when you are having fun." She jumped up and pulled the rubber bands with the little weights attached and began to pinch at her nipples to make them erect enough to wrap the bands around. 

Donna pushed her hands away. "Let me help you with that." She leaned down and took Junie's nipple between her lips sucking until it was hard. "There you go."

"Thank you, Ma'am, that helps a lot." Junie was giggling as she put the rubber bands back on, little squeaks of pain leaking out between the bubbles of happiness. 

After dinner Bob stood up and looked at Donna and Junie. "After you get done cleaning up in here, make a big pot of coffee. Then go get ready." He headed out and called to the dogs and headed out on his walk. 

Donna laughed, "I will make the coffee; you finish cleaning up the kitchen. Meet you in the downstairs bathroom." Donna grinned, "Come naked, pretty girl."

Donna was in the bathroom when Junie came in from her bedroom. She had a big pitcher and she was stirring something inside it with her hand. Junie looked at her curiously. "I am just mixing up a concoction, Sweet Junie, a mild soap and saline solution. The salt will help keep it from stripping too many electrolytes from our tissues. The soap will help with the cleaning." 

Donna began pouring a generous amount of the mixture into a red rubber bag that looked like a hot water bottle but had a long rubber hose coming out of the bottom. On the end of the hose was a white plastic nozzle. Donna saw Junie's eyes grow bigger as she looked at the equipment. "They haven't improved on this design in a century. Get on your hands and knees, sweetie."

As Junie got down onto her hands and knees Donna kept talking. "Go ahead and get your head a little lower. We won't put too much in this first time. How has your pooping been since you got here? Have you been regular?"

"Yes, Ma'am, actually I have been doing better. I think it's the fresh vegetables." Junie's voice faltered and jerked as she felt the hard plastic nozzle slip into her bottom. "I am eating a lot healthier since I have been here, lots more fiber." 

"That's it, just relax. Good girl." Donna opened the simple clip and began to let the water run down into Junie's bowels. "That's good to hear. Have you gone today?"

The liquid flowing into her belly was warm and Junie began to feel a fullness and pressure. Her voice was soft and a little tense, "Yes, Ma'am, I went this morning."

"You are doing great, just a little more. Sometimes this can be very erotic feeling if you relax."

"I mostly feel embarrassed."

Donna gently pulled out the nozzle. "We will let that sit in there for just a little while and then you can go to the bathroom. Let me know if you start cramping." Donna began to mix up some more solution. Her eyes watched Junie carefully, an amused smile on her face.

Junie felt a little queasy, like she had the first inklings of an attack of diarrhea. She focused on keeping her anus clenched shut, worrying about the possibility of losing control.

Donna reached a hand down. "Okay, let's get you up on the toilet." Junie sighed in relief as she finally sat down, but then felt mortified at the noise of the water rushing out of her, making a loud sound as it hit the water in the toilet, and then the louder splash and smell as some feces passed out. She blushed and mumbled, "Excuse me, Ma'am." 

"Don't be embarrassed, pretty girl. That was the goal of this whole exercise. It's all part of the fun." 

Junie stared miserably at her feet. "If you say so, Ma'am."

Donna stopped and lifted Junie's face. "Sweet heart, in the famous words of our Master, 'It is all just crap'."

Junie began to giggle and then laugh out loud.

"Okay, one more time to make sure everything is squeaky clean."

This time as Junie felt the warm solution filling her insides Donna quizzed her about her experiences with anal intercourse. "You once said that you had tried it a few times with your husband, but it hurt. Tell me about that."

"It was during the last few years of my marriage. I think he hurt me on purpose. He did not use any lubrication and he was not gentle at all. He also did not give me any warning. It was all pretty traumatic."

"Why do you think he was trying to hurt you?"

Junie's voice faltered and dropped, "Things were not very happy between us. He hated the fact that I was..." Junie hesitated and looked at Donna. "He hated that I was fat. He would not make love to me. I would beg him to make love to me and I think he did it to punish me for forcing him to have sex with me." The last words tumbled out and Junie turned her face away, struggling with her humiliation.

Donna urged her up and onto the toilet, "He was so bad for you, Junie. He hurt a lot more than your ass. You want I should go kick his ass for you? I will be glad to do it for you, sister." Donna postured aggressively raising her clenched fists and punching at an imaginary opponent. 

Junie sniffed and tried to smile. "I am sorry, Ma'am. I guess I am being kind of a wet blanket."

Donna shrugged, "I was asking some disturbing questions. I did not realize what I was bringing up."

"It was a long time ago."

When they were done Donna pulled Junie into the shower. "Let me wash you this time, pretty. Let's get ourselves all crazy turned on before we even get to our Master." Junie let herself relax as Donna sensually washed her from head to foot, and then massaged moisturizer into Junie's skin and then shaved her smooth. After the razor would slide over Junie's tender skin, Donna would kiss and lick, using Junie's technique to look for stray hairs and stubble. Junie stiffened and then shivered as she felt Donna's tongue lick across her anus. 

Donna murmured against her flesh, "Relax, Junie, just relax." Her tongue pushed against the puckered brown star, working its way in deeper. 

Junie felt a wave of heat rush across her and she moaned in excitement. "Oh, Ma'am, I had no idea that would feel so good." 

Donna lifted her head and gave Junie a warning look, "Remember Master says no coming." Then smiling evilly she sucked Junie's clit into her mouth and began to tickle it with her tongue.

Junie squealed and fought to escape, whimpering. "No fair. You are fighting dirty. Please don't. Oh god, Ma'am, please don't. Stop!"

Donna let go of Junie and arched a brow. "Don't stop?"

Junie scrambled away from her, shaking her head. "You know what I meant. I can't stop myself when you do that. I have no defenses against you."

"We are taking too long in here anyway. Okay, you wash me, but no fooling around. We are going to make our Master wait. He hates waiting."

Junie made a face, "No fair."

Bob was standing next to a small wooden platform. He looked up and grumbled, "You girls certainly took your time in there."

Donna laughed, "It was my fault, we got to talking about some things and then I just couldn't keep my hands off our sweet girl."

Junie blushed and giggled, her eyes looking at the narrow platform. Her eyes flashed up to Bob's face with curiosity. He held out his hand to her, "Come here, sweet Junie. Step up here for me." Junie stepped up and stood balanced; the platform raised her up almost five inches, almost as tall as Donna. He kissed her lightly and chuckled, "Hey there, short stuff."

When Bob leaned to open the toy box and Junie noticed that there seemed to be a lot more new things inside. Bob saw her inquisitive eyes and laughed, "We do have some new toys. I do love to play with new toys." He pulled out some leather shackles. "I ordered these extra wide to help support you better." He carefully buckled the wide leather restraints around her wrists, then knelt and began to fasten two ankle shackles above her feet. Junie held one of the heavy, black leather bands up to her face and examined them. They were lined with fawn suede and had heavy stainless steel D-rings. She pressed the cool metal to her lips and inhaled the scent of the fresh leather. 

Donna moved to stand behind, bracing and supporting Junie, kissed her neck and whispered, "I like the smell of leather, too." Junie could feel the length of Donna's body pressed against hers, her hands sliding over her skin. She whispered, "Raise up your arms, Junie, hold them wide and high." As Junie held up her hands, Bob clipped them to ropes hanging down from the rafters. Donna praised her, "Good girl, now spread your legs wide, but keep your feet flat on stage." Junie looked down and watched as Bob snapped the ankle shackles to rings set in the platform. 

Junie felt exposed and just a little precarious perched up on the raised platform. Her skin was tingling and it seemed she could feel the air as it swirled around her. When Donna slipped the blindfold over her eyes, she shivered and a soft whimper rose in her throat. She swayed and caught herself on the ropes holding her wrists. 

She could feel the added tension as Bob adjusted the tightness of the ropes holding her and then touched her face. "You know what is going to happen don't you, Junie?"

Her voice was breathless, "Yes, Master, you are going to do what I told you about, what I think about, being whipped and then you are going to take me anally." Again just saying the words sent a shiver of excitement through her. Her head tipped, sensing the bodies moving around her.

A soft tickle swirled down her back and across her ass and Junie surged against the ropes holding her. Almost without conscious thought she cried out, "Oh god, not tickles!" She squirmed and fought the ropes, a terrified squeal of laughter rising from her lips. 

Bob's voice was a deep growl, "Don't laugh, Junie. Feel it. Just let the feelings flow over you."

"Yes, Master." Junie's voice quivered with the effort to obey, to change how she experienced the feeling of the light touch that was traveling over her body. When it moved around to her front and swirled up and over her labia she realized it must be feathers. Each touch left a trail of tingles behind it, somehow making the lights that sparkled in the back of her eyes dance in concert with the sensations. Junie was able to contain her giggles even when the feathers touched and teased at her nipples, but when it darted to her armpit she jerked and another shriek of laughter ripped from her mouth. She heard Bob growl from somewhere else in the room and the feathers left her body instantly. Junie realized it must be Donna who was lightly brushing her with the feathers.

A cooler more slippery sensation slipped across her back and the she felt the strands of leather slide across her face. Blindly she turned her face to follow the feeling, her lips kissing at the whip. Bob's voice was close now, his breath warm against her ear. "Junie, I want you to tell me how this is feeling. If it gets too intense, if there are places it feels better and places that just feel wrong. I want this to be erotic for you, but I also want this to take you places you have never been before. Remember your safe word, but it is just as good to tell me if something is wrong. Do you understand?"

"Yes, oh yes." Junie felt like her skin was itching in anticipation and when she heard the swish and the light thump of the flogger against her shoulder blades she sighed and leaned toward the sensation. There was the lightest of stinging sensations that lingered briefly and faded. At a predictable pace the swish and thump worked its way down her back and across the quivering cheeks of her ass. The tongues of the whip wrapped around her thighs, licking and kissing at the sensitive skin and then worked down to her calves. 

The swish and thud of the flogger moved to the front of her body and the pattern broke. Randomly the tongues of the whip would seek out a target and move on, her thigh, her breast, then her side, and then back down to her thigh. Junie found herself tensed and trembling not knowing where the little shocks would illuminate the colors dancing on the back of her eyelids.

Bob's voice was almost an interruption, a distraction from her focus on her body, on her skin. "How are you feeling, Junie?"

"Oh, Sir, it is tantalizing but I want more, so much more."

"There will be more, my Sweet Junie."

This time the swish was sharper and faster and the strands of the whip snapped sharply against her, it seemed that it took a heartbeat for the burn and sting to register, like an echo coming back across the lake. The sting did not fade so much as mellow and spread, like warm honey spreading across her skin. Junie moaned, "Yes, that's nice. I like that." Again the pace and pattern down her back were rhythmic and predictable and again when he moved to her front they became increasingly random, snapping against her breasts, her inner thighs, her belly, even her tender underarms. 

Junie felt a building tension, her whole body undulating under the waves of sensation, her cunt swelling, hot and throbbing. Each touch lit a fire behind her eyes and in her skin. The blows were coming faster and became more precisely targeted, snapping into her nipples and her labia. Junie found herself gasping and moaning with each surge of feeling.

Again Bob paused and again she felt his words as much as she heard them as he breathed into her ear, "Tell me again, Junie. How are you feeling?"

It was almost more than she could do to find words in the swirling storm of sensations. "Wonderful, it's wonderful."

This time the whip whistled as it cut through the air and the blow shook her, a crack and a flash of fire lighting up her skin. Junie let out a sharp cry of excitement as much as of pain. "Yes, fuck yes." As the whip made its way down her back, it set her on fire, leaving a trail of burning embers down her back. There was no piece of her skin untouched, unkissed by the lash. Junie was gasping and surging against the ropes, reaching out toward the pain, begging for its bite. 

Junie felt the familiar warm soft length of Donna pressing against her breasts and belly. Donna's lips were on hers, feeding on her cries, murmuring against her mouth, "You are doing so good, sweet Junie. I am so proud."

Junie could no longer speak, her breath coming in gasping puffs, sweat coated her skin and Donna's skin glided over hers as she slid her mouth down to Junie's breasts and then down over her belly to the widely spread juncture of her legs. A crashing cascade of excitement swept over Junie, the flame of the whip licking against her back and ass, the heated brand of Donna's mouth pressed to her cunt and then the sensation of Donna's fingers slippery with lubricant probing and worming their way into her tight brown opening. Junie could barely stand; her arms and legs jerking convulsively against the ropes holding her spread wide, moaning with each gasping exhalation.

Donna continued to kiss and lick at Junie even when the blows of the flogger stopped and she felt Bob move to stand close behind her, the heated tip of his cock pressing against her ass, Junie cried out in a frenzy of excitement, "Yes, oh yes! Do it! Do it!" pushing back against him, impatient for the penetration she craved. As he slowly slid deep within her she groaned a deep primal sound and began to tense and tremble, contending with the sudden orgasm that threatened to sweep her away. Bob's voice was deep and compelling as he slowly began to thrust against her, "Don't fight it, Junie. Come for me, give me your passion." 

Junie almost lifted herself up off her feet with the sudden contraction of her muscles. For what seemed like forever she hung there, lifted by the intensity of the sensations consuming her, the ropes holding her so helpless, the way it felt in her whole body when she pulled and fought to be free, Donna's fingers and tongue busy in her cunt, her whole skin seemed to be on fire, and most of all Bob's cock filling her with heat. A deep strangled groan was wrenched from her throat as she hesitated at the edge of the precipice of ecstasy and then threw herself over the edge, falling and spinning down, once again joining the stars in their orbits.




Finding Happiness Ch. 04



Junie had no clear memory of how long she hung there, her body lost in paroxysms of pleasure, her legs failing to support her. She had only the cloudiest of recall of being untied and gently urged and steered into the shower by her lovers. She only became fully aware of her surroundings as she sat cradled in Bob's arms as Donna gently washed the two of them. Intensely aware of Bob's eyes looking deep into her own, she whispered, "Oh, Master, that was so much better than I ever imagined."

Bob gave her a squeeze and held her tight. "You are an amazingly passionate woman. I am grateful to be able to have shared this experience with you, Sweet Junie, to have helped you touch infinity."

Junie paused and then whispered again, "Yes, that was it. It was infinite."

Donna laughed softly, "Yes, that is one word for it. Are you feeling all right, little one? How are your arms? You were putting a lot more stress on your shoulders than I liked to see."

Junie experimentally stretched and then rotated her arm. "They are a little sore, Ma'am, but I liked the ropes. It added a lot to be able to pull against them like that. It made it take over my whole body."

Donna smiled, her eyes looking inward, "Yes, I know what you mean. I like that too." A tiny shudder shook her. "But I don't want you injuring yourself. I did not like the way you were hanging like that with all your weight on your arms."

Bob's voice was thoughtful, "Yes I saw that too, but it would have been too disturbing for you to stop the experience at that moment. I will have to figure out some way to give you some additional support."

Donna pulled at Junie's hand. "Come on, wobbly legs, let's get you into bed. I want to put some lotion on your back."

Junie giggled, "Wobbly legs?"

Bob helped her to her feet. "You were pretty much out of it, little one. You could walk, barely; but, you weren't very steady on your feet when we moved you into here. I think wobbly is a good word for it. So wobble into your room and lie down. Donna is right; we should get some lotion on your skin and I expect you to crash pretty soon."

"Crash?" 

Bob stroked her damp hair out of her face. "You will probably just feel sleepy, little one. You used up a lot of your energy." 

Junie lay down on the bed letting her whole body go boneless as she felt Bob and Donna's hands gently rubbing the mint scented lotion over her tingling skin. She let her eyes drift shut and let her mind drift, her body feeling weightless. The last thing she heard as she drifted to sleep were Bob's words. "You are a treasure, Junie, you are our treasure."

She did not notice or hear when Bob reached to Donna and whispered, "I have not forgotten you, my goddess. Come with me."

*

You might recognize this story as one I had up in the past, under the titled Northwest Hunters. I took it down for revision and a brief flirtation with possible publication.

Book One of Northwest Hunters, title Joining the Circle is already posted.

Thank you for taking the time to read my story. Please take the time to rate and leave a comment if the spirit moves you.

Enjoy

xantu



Finding Happiness Ch. 05



Chapter 5: A New Friend

Junie was pulled from a deep sleep by a strangled shriek from the next room. She stretched and rubbed at her eyes and lay for a minute listening. She could hear Bob's voice speaking softly, but she could not make out the words. Again she heard a cry of pain, a muffled pleading squall of distress. 

Slipping from the bed, Junie silently tiptoed to the door and opened it a crack and peeked out into the play room. It was only dimly lit with candles in the fireplace, on the mantle and the candle held in Bob's hand. 

Junie could see the flickering light reflecting off Bob as he stood nude leaning over Donna. She was stretched in a painful arch backwards over the padded sawhorse her arms and legs bound to the legs, her head dangling down, her cunt offered up at the peak of the tense curve of her body. Bob leaned over Donna and Junie heard her voice swell in another soft garbled cry.

This time Junie could understand Bob's words, "Not yet. Not fucking yet."

Like a moth drawn to a flame Junie found her feet taking tiny steps toward this candlelit scene, her neck craning to see more. There was the pungent sent of Donna's arousal filling the room, its familiar sweetness overlaying the smell of the candle wax. 

Bob's eye caught her standing there and he frowned and then gestured for her to come closer. His voice was admonishing, "Donna, you have woken Junie. You know what that means." 

Donna's whole body convulsed and twisted against the ropes holding her, a long low howl of panic shook her, "OOOOOHHHH!" Junie could see her now. She was wearing a blindfold and the ball gag. Her whole body was coated in wax, even the weights dangling from her nipples had small stalactites of wax hanging down from them.

Junie heard a soft clinking sound and her eyes turned to Bob. He had put down the candle and was reaching into a small dish and held up an ice cube for her to see and then pressed it to the wax coated surface of Donna's cunt. Donna jerked and lunged against her restraints and a grunt of pain was wrenched from her lips. When he spoke he had that frightening kind of conversational tone that Junie was beginning to recognize as Bob when he was at his most detached and analytically cruel state. "She can't tell the difference between cold and hot now." A tiny thought occurred to her, that he must have to set aside a lot of his emotions to do these things; and that he had to be in absolute control of himself as well as of the woman under his hands. 

Bob reached down and began to pick away the hardened wax that coated Donna's thighs and labia. The white wax came away in big pieces revealing the red flesh below. Again he ran the ice cube over Donna's skin and then pressed it directly against her clitoris. Donna grunted again surging weakly against bindings. Bob reached for the candle and lifted it up over her exposed tissues and began to drip the wax down. Each drop forced a pleading squeal from behind the gag in Donna's mouth.

Almost without being aware of her steps, Junie continued to creep closer, unable to fight the pull of curiosity. Her eyes were mesmerized by each sparkling drop of the melted wax as it spilled down and splashed down onto Donna's quivering flesh. She moved closer and closer until Bob looked up at her sharply and made a soft growling sound deep in his throat. "Junie, go back to bed."

She froze and looked up at him for the briefest of moments, the urge to obey struggling against her fascinated attraction, before she turned and fled back to her room. But she did not go back to bed. She knelt silent inside her door, peeking out the crack at the dimly lit tableau. She could not see much and Bob's voice was just a muted growl, but each whimper and grunt of pain he wrung from Donna echoed and seemed to fill Junie's ears. It seemed like an eternity of subtle movements, soft strangled groans and garbled pleading muffled by the gag before the sounds coming from Donna became almost continual. Only then did Junie hear Bob's words clearly as he barked out his final permission, "Now, my goddess, now."

Donna's cry of joy rose and rose, it built to a crescendo of ecstasy, and then fell to a long series of soft low moans of satisfaction. Junie watched as Bob quickly untied Donna's bonds and lifted her into his arms holding her close, murmuring softly. Junie felt a tear slip down her cheek and silently crept to her bed. 

Junie was kneading a large lump of bread dough, looking across the kitchen counter at Donna as she sat at her favorite place at the kitchen table her fingers flying over the keyboard of her laptop when Bob came in with the mail. He dropped a large envelope on the table. He looked up at Junie and his eyes were serious. "This is for you, Junie. It is from FBI Agent Durant." 

Junie's hands froze and then clenched, she looked down at the sight of her fists buried in the soft yeasty dough, watching it squeeze between her fingers. She shook off the wave of fear and went back to vigorously kneading the bread, picking it up and slamming it down and punching with sudden violence at it. Bob watched her with a smile beginning to turn up the corners of his mouth. He caught Donna's eye, "Our girl is going to knead that bread to death." 

Donna laughed and commented, "Well I always thought that Junie's cooking was so good because she put so much love into it. I wonder what this bread will be like?" 

Junie took a deep breath and put the mass of dough to one side to rise and washed her hands. She walked over to the table and looked at the fat envelope. It was large; almost 11X14, filled almost to bursting and the corners looked battered. Junie stared at it like it was a bomb or contained a snake. She cautiously pushed it across the table to Donna. "I think I would like my lawyer to look at this before me."

Donna shrugged and opened the fat envelope and pulled out a stack of papers and about a half dozen envelopes. Donna quickly scanned a cover letter and began to sort out the papers and envelopes. "Agent Durant has sent you copies of some of the crime reports from your break-in and the transcript from your interview with him and Agent Gold. These envelopes are letters from an author who wants to interview you for a book he is writing about Sam Card and a couple of news organizations that want to interview you for news articles." Junie made a face and violently shook her head. 

Donna looked up at Junie and then at Bob, she held two small envelopes in her hand. "Junie, these are from the woman who was attacked in Oregon."

Junie felt her fingers flex in a sudden wave of curiosity, but also a curious reluctance, fearful of what she might find inside those little squares of paper. "Ma'am, could you read them?" 

Donna looked at the envelopes, "These are dated about a week apart. I will read the oldest one first." She carefully opened the envelope and pulled out the single piece of lined notebook paper. Donna's eyes quickly scanned the letter and smiled. "Junie, you can read this yourself. She is just saying thank you for your kind words. I guess Agent Durant stopped by and gave her your message on his way to Texas." She handed Junie the letter.

Junie looked at the lined school paper and the rounded childish handwriting in pencil. 

Hello,

My name is Monica. 

I am sorry, but I don't even know your name. Agent Durant would not tell me your name. He said it is private. He said he would give you a letter if I wrote you.

Agent Durant said that Sam Card was stalking you, but that he was captured by the police before he could hurt you. I am so happy he did not hurt you. Agent Durant told me you said you were sorry. He said you said thank you for me being so brave.

I do not feel very brave. But thank you. It was nice for you to say that. I am so afraid of the trial, but Agent Durant tells me it won't be happening for at least another six months or so. He tells me to not worry about it and focus on getting well.

I hope you are doing okay.

Thank you for your kind words, Monica

Junie looked up from the letter. "She sounds so young and lonely. It sounds like the only person in the world she has is Agent Durant." Junie shuddered, "That is a scary thought. I wish I could write her back." 

Donna looked up from the other letter and smiled, "I think this second letter may answer that wish." She held out two pages of the same rounded hand writing on the same lined notebook paper. "She gives you a mailing address in this letter."

Junie took the letter and began to read.

Hello again,

After writing the last letter, I started to wish I knew how you felt when you read my words. I found myself wondering more and more about you, wondering who you are, where you are.

I tried to ask Agent Durant, but he says he is not allowed to tell me. He suggested I write you again and tell you about myself and give you my mailing address. He said he thought that if I was honest you would write me back.

My name is Monica Bond. I am 24 years old. I am currently living at home with my mother, in Salem. I was going to college in Portland, Oregon studying psychology. I had a boyfriend that attended another college in another state. We played at a lot of kinky games over the internet. Some of these games were bondage games and rape role playing games, but not all of them. He was a lot more interested in that kind of stuff than I was, but I played along because he wanted me to. He would tell me to call him Master and began to talk group sex things. I have to admit I liked the idea of swinging and went along with it.

He said he was going to make arrangements for me to meet this guy here who had a girlfriend at the college he went to. It was supposed to be a kind of long distance swap thing. I was scared, but kind of excited by the idea too. It turns out that there was never another girl, it was just a lie to get me alone and vulnerable. 

The only reason I am alive is because I told a friend about what was going on. When I did not call her and tell her things were okay, she came to check on me and scared the man away. I was in the hospital a long time. I still need at least one more surgery.

I moved back home with my mother after I got out of the hospital. My boyfriend broke up with me. I can't work right now and am broke. Oregon has a victim's fund that is helping pay for most of my hospital bills and there are some news organizations that have offered to pay me for interviews that I am talking with. Agent Durant says I cannot give them any information until after the trial, but that I can sign a contract with them with an advance now if I choose. He says he thinks it's a bad idea, but it's up to me. 

I would like to get to know you. Agent Durant says you are nice person and that he liked you, but he did say you were a little shy. I hope you will write me back.

I really need a friend,

Monica

There was a neatly printed address under her name. Junie looked up and took a deep breath. "She is just a baby." Then she giggled, "Agent Durant said he liked me? I wonder what he would be like if he did not like me?" Then she paused and squealed in laughter, "Oh my god, I bet he did not like Sir James!" 

Donna nodded, "So you want to write her back?"

Junie looked up surprised, "Of course." Then she stopped and looked thoughtful, "...if it is permitted, Ma'am."

Donna smiled, "Good, I am glad you remembered that we will want to monitor your friendships. Now is a good time to discuss how you should behave in your social relationships."

Junie nodded and looked over at Bob. He was standing in the kitchen looking at the crime reports. He did not look up, "Listen to your Mistress in this, Junie." 

"Yes, Sir."

"I think it would be a nice gesture to write this girl back." Donna continued, "I probably don't need to tell you this, but never talk to anyone about the nature of our relationship. All anyone needs to know is that you are our friend and are employed by us as a housekeeper." 

"Before you socialize with anyone away from our supervision, you must get our permission first. In fact, if you meet someone and are thinking you might like to become friends, you should discuss this with your Master and me." 

Bob looked up from the papers in his hand, "It would be okay for you to talk to Monica about your being submissive. In fact, I want you to tell her that you are owned. Just don't tell her any details about us at this time. You should show us any letters you want to send to Monica for our approval before you send them and share any letters she sends back to you."

"Then it is okay for me to give her our address?"

Bob nodded, "Yes, go ahead and do that. If Durant encouraged her to write Junie, he probably trusts her." 

Donna frowned, "Do you really think that is a good idea?"

Bob shrugged, "With Monica's only friend being Durant, I am sure she is getting some pretty shitty information about the lifestyle. If she ends up talking with the media about her story I would like for her to have another perspective. I think Junie will be just the right person for the job."

Donna looked thoughtful and then nodded, "I guess, as long as we can monitor their communication. We really do not know about this girl though. She may not be a good influence on our Junie."

Bob laughed, "We will monitor the relationship, just like we would monitor any relationship Junie has, and anyway I really trust Junie's good instincts. She would never knowingly let anything destructive into our circle."

Junie sat at the table watching the conversation going back and forth between Bob and Donna and for the first time felt a little flush of irritation at this pattern of being talked about in front of her like she was not there, or perhaps, could not comprehend the words that passed over her head. The idea that she may not be in charge of this part of her life, in charge of who she could socialize with, had seemed acceptable when she had first come to live with Bob and Donna. But now, in practice, it grated a little. She resisted the urge to interrupt, to protest. Taking a deep breath, she reminded herself of something Bob had said on her first weekend at her new home. 'There is no way you are going to like everything you are going to experience here.' At her sigh, Bob gave her a sharp look, his eyes clear and evaluating. Junie felt a shiver go through her. He always seemed to know what she was thinking. She knew that she had a terrible poker face and he could see her feelings on her face. She met his eye and shrugged and smiled. She pushed back her chair and went to the bread dough and punched it again a few times, knocking it down, and at the same time letting some of her frustrations loose on it. 

She turned and walked to the office and got some paper and a pen.

Dear Monica,

To begin with my name is June Thomas, but everyone calls me Junie. I want you to call me Junie too. I am 45 years old. I live in a small town not too far from Seattle.

I was surprised and touched to get your letters. I never expected to hear from you. It was a revelation to me that Agent Durant thought well of me. His manner when he was interviewing me was rather harsh and angry seeming. He frightened me and then he made me angry. I have to confess I did not much like him.

I too was in an online relationship. I am a submissive woman and was looking for a man to control me, to be my Master, but at the same time I am very shy (Agent Durant is right about that). So it was easier to strike up conversations in online forums and chat rooms. In one of those places I met a man who wanted to be my Master, but he lived far away and was married so we just played online. This man became entangled with this Sam Card man and was tricked into putting me at risk as well. Luckily for me, I ended my relationship with my online Master before his plans could be put into motion. 

Sam Card did break into my apartment when I was not there, and was so enraged that I had escaped him, he destroyed almost all my personal belongings. It was a small thing compared to all the other women he hurt. 

Currently I am living with my new Master and his wife. I gave myself to them only a few weeks ago and they are training me to be their girl. This is a dream come true for me. They have given their permission to write you, but I must share all the letters I send, and receive from you, with them. I am telling you this so you will know that anything you tell me will have to be shared with them as well. They are very understanding and discreet and would not betray your privacy.

It sounds like you are very alone and I know how that feels. Until I found my Master and his wife, I felt lonely all the time. My new life with them has been wonderful. They have done so much for me. I feel so much happier and more comfortable with myself, and with their support I am making some progress with my self-confidence. They take care of me and I love them very, very much. 

I live in their house with them and love doing the little things that show how much I love them, like cooking, cleaning, and taking care of their things. Nothing in the world feels as perfect as snuggling up at night with the two of them.

I hope we can be friends. If there is anything you are curious about me go ahead and ask. I would love to hear how things are going for you personally and regarding the trial. If there is anything that I can do to help you through this, (that is permitted by my owners) I would love to help. Junie Thomas 

Junie looked over the letter and brought it to show Bob. "You said you wanted to read this before I mailed it." She did her best to keep her voice and face neutral. 

Bob nodded, "Yes, leave it here. I am sure Donna will want to look it over too." 

Junie felt that little flare of frustration again. "What is it that you are afraid I am going to do?"

Bob stopped and looked at her. "What do you mean?'

"Why don't you trust me? What do you think I am going to do?"

Bob's voice was dry. "You are having difficulty with our rules regarding your social relationships." It was not a question.

Junie made a little exasperated sound. "I am going to do what you say. I just don't understand why. It makes me feel like you think I am stupid or something." She looked up and blanched to see that Bob was frowning, and she added, "Sir." 

"Sometimes obedience means doing something even when you don't understand why. Sometimes, Junie, obedience means accepting authority without question. And no, I do not think you are stupid, but I must say that I think your words and tone did not show much forethought or respect."

Junie gulped and blinked back tears. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sound that way."

Bob nodded and spoke again, "I know. I could hear the thoughtlessness in your words. Now, Junie, I want you to go to your room and sit on the foot of your bed and think about your words and why you said them. Think about obedience and what it means to you. I will come down and speak with you after you have had a chance to think."

Junie's feet dragged as she made her way to her room and sat on the foot of her bed. The bed was high up off the floor and her little feet dangled down inches off the floor. It made her feel even younger and impulsively she swung her feet like she had in chairs all her life until she finally was tall enough to touch the floor with her toes. 

At first she mulled over in her head why it felt so unfair to be treated with such distrust. What did they think she was going to say in her letter that would hurt them and this precious circle they talked about all the time? She swung her feet again, kicking angrily at the bed, her heels thumping. She was not a little kid, she was a grown up woman. They weren't being fair. 

Then she took a look at herself and began to giggle. Pulling her feet up under her she sat cross legged and put her elbows on her knees and rested her chin in her hands. Okay, if she was this grown up woman, she would have to think about this like an adult. Again she reminded herself that there were going to be things she did not like. That there were sacrifices she was going to have to make in order to have this life she craved. There was no question in Junie's mind that this was what she wanted, but now, for the first and probably not the last time, she realized she was going to find herself struggling with losing her independence. 




Finding Happiness Ch. 05



The thought amused her. She had always hated being alone, loathed having to make all those decisions without guidance, craved to be told what to do. And now that she had to do it, it wasn't so easy. 

She sat for almost all afternoon. Her head was nodding and she was fighting sleep when Donna come to her door, "Bob says get your ass upstairs and into the kitchen and do something about that bread dough. It has crawled out of that bowl you put it in and seems determined to take over the kitchen."

Junie crowed with laughter, "Oh my, I had forgotten all about that."

The bread dough had indeed swelled so much that it had tipped the bowl over and then oozed out over the counter. The kitchen smelled richly of yeast. Junie quickly kneaded it back into a manageable ball and then quickly separated it into four evenly sized loaves and put it back to rise the last time. "It won't take very long to rise this time. That yeast is going like gangbusters."

She looked around for Bob and when she did not see him, she asked Donna, "Ma'am, our Master was displeased with a statement I made to him. He directed me to go to my room and think about that. Should I go back down?"

"Actually, he said for you to come out and find him when you get done dealing with that dough monster. I think he is in the garden."

Junie gulped and wondered what else Bob had in mind for her. Memories of garden spades and other hard labor were fresh in her mind. She found Bob on his hands and knees working his way down a row, carefully weeding. She knelt down on the opposite side of the row and began to weed with him, ignoring the dirt stains that were quickly turning her knees brown. "Mistress Donna said I should come out and talk with you."

"Yes."

Junie continued to weed, but she was feeling filled with tension. Finally she could not keep the words pent up inside her. "Sometimes it's just not as easy as I thought it would be. I hated being alone so much; I thought I hated everything about it. I guess I am realizing that there is a lot I am giving up." 

Bob continued to weed and did not look up.

Junie continued, "I think I said what I said, without thinking, because I hadn't really thought about what it all meant. I was so happy about everything I was getting; I forgot to remember what I was losing. It's worth it. I would not wish for it to be different. I am happier now than I have ever been. But I need to be aware of the things I am sacrificing so I will be ready for the regrets that are inevitable. If I am thoughtful of these facts, I will be able to be thoughtful of my words."

Bob nodded and spoke softly, "And the other thing I told you to think about?"

"Obedience? Oh Sir, that is the easiest of all. Obeying you is like breathing, I could not live without it. Obedience to me is safety and love. Yes, I know I need to learn the 'without question' thing a little better; hell, I need to learn the 'without question' thing a lot better, but it does not stem from a wish to disobey so much as it comes from a wish to understand. I will need your guidance to remind me to stop the wondering and get my ass in gear."

Bob laughed and then cautioned, "Junie, there will be times you won't want to do what I tell you to do."

Junie laughed with him, "I am trusting that you will make sure I obey. Don't let me down."

Bob reached out and touched Junie's face with a dirty hand, "I promise."

That night they ate slice after slice of the fresh baked bread, dipping it in rich olive oil, balsamic vinegar and herbs. Donna commented. "I think this bread is the best I have ever tasted." 

Bob had been spending a lot of time in the workshop the last few days. When Donna had asked him what he was working on he raised a brow and mysteriously commented, "A surprise."

After that Donna had been on a major spy campaign. She found any excuse to go by the garage, her eyes curiously peeking at the pile of carefully measured lumber. But it did not look like anything she had seen. Bob refused to tell her anything and then told her to stop snooping around. She even went so far as to try to enlist Junie to go out and offer to help. Eventually Bob had officially declared the whole garage off limits to both of them.

It was a cool overcast day and the surrounding forest was dim with the light misty rain that had started to fall, when Junie found Donna looking out one of that back windows with a pair of binoculars. "Ma'am, why is this bothering you so much?"

"Oh, it is a game that Bob and I have played for years. He gets a big idea and then starts acting all mysterious and won't tell me what he is doing. He knows I hate surprises and I swear he does this to just bug me."

"He will show us, whatever it is, when he is ready to."

"Of course, but that is not the point." Donna kept looking out toward the garage.

In an effort to keep Donna occupied, Junie spoke up. "Ma'am, you mentioned the sewing shop. It would be a great time for you to introduce me to the lady that runs it. We could look at fabrics for making you a corset and I want to look for something for curtains in my bedroom." The last thing Junie ever wanted to do was go anywhere and this was a desperate move. "Come on, you can drive Aurora."

As Donna drove to town Junie asked her, "Ma'am, you color your hair don't you?"

"I guess it shows. It's vain I guess, but I just always loved the color of my hair and I just did not want to give that up."

"Oh, Ma'am, it isn't that obvious. I just didn't think you could have been that lucky to have no white hairs at all. Heck, my hair is half white. I was just asking because my roots are starting to show and I wanted to know if you go to a beauty parlor in town or do it yourself." "Oh, I go to local woman who works out of her house."

"Do you think she would have time to do mine sometime soon?"

"We can call her and make an appointment for both of us. She is quite good. I usually let her give me the whole treatment; facial, manicure and pedicure. She also has a friend who does massages out of her house as well. They are talking about maybe opening a shop someday."

Junie nodded and pushed past the little spasm of dread about meeting someone new. "Let's do that."

The little fabric store was just that, little. Junie looked around at the small selection and tried not to frown. There was a pretty nice selection of designer and natural yarns but the fabrics seemed to be limited to the basics and a strange selection of fleeces with patterns of the local animals and trees. Donna joyfully greeted a younger woman who came out from the back carrying a curious toddler, with big brown eyes and a wild tangle of thick curly hair. "Mary, I just was coming by to introduce a friend who has come to stay with us. Mary, this is Junie."

Junie forced a smile and then caught the baby's curious stare and felt the smile grow genuine. "Hello, nice to meet you. And who is this little cutie?"

Mary turned to look at her little girl. "This is Miranda." Her voice was just a little exasperated. "Her babysitter did not show up and I had to bring her in today. It wasn't so hard to have her here when she was littler but now she is in to everything. I can't put her down for a second."

Junie laughed, "How old is she?"

"She just turned two."

Junie felt all her shyness evaporate at the young woman's predicament. "You must have your hands full with her. We were just stopping by to say hi. I like to sew a lot and Donna mentioned your store. I am sure I will be stopping by all the time to pick up the little things I run out of."

Mary looked around. "Well I haven't been able to have the variety of stock that a really good store should have. I just don't have enough business to support a large overhead. I end up running into Seattle at least once a week to get half the stuff I need."

Junie nodded, "Yes, it must be hard. How do you manage to keep this going?"

Mary laughed, "Well it sure as hell is not from the profits from the front. I spin specialty organic yarns and weave. I sell on the internet to pay the bills. That is, I spin and weave when this little one will let me put her down." Mary was looking at Junie carefully. "You made your clothes didn't you?"

Junie looked down at her new gray slacks and the carefully tailored white blouse with embroidered ferns on the collar. "Yes, I make all my clothes. I have always had trouble getting stuff I like that fits, so I taught myself to sew when I was just a youngster."

"You are good."

Junie blushed and shrugged, "Thank you."

"It's not just the craft but I can see how you have altered the pattern to compliment your figure. Most large sized women hide behind tents, those slacks fit you perfectly." 

Junie gulped and giggled. She put her hand up over her mouth and gasped. "I am sorry. I am just not very accustomed to compliments. Thank you." She stifled another giggle and blurted out, "I am sorry, I giggle sometimes."

Donna cracked up. "She giggles all the time."

Junie turned to Donna and made a face, "Only when I am nervous."

"And you are nervous most of the time."

Mary laughed too. "It is all right. Come on into the back. I want to show you what I am working on now and we can talk about sewing." 

Donna nodded at Junie, "You go ahead. Bob gave me a list when I told him we were going to town, a whole bunch of stuff from the hardware store. I will come back for you after I get done there." She dug a piece of paper out of her pocket and was looking it over as she walked out. "I wonder what this stuff is all for..." 

When Donna came back to the little fabric shop, Junie had Miranda on her lap busily braiding her hair in neat rows. Both women were talking a mile a minute about plans to go to Seattle to pick up some sewing materials from a wholesale dealer. Junie looked up and smiled happily, "Did you get everything?" 

"I still can't figure out what he is making."

Junie shook her head in wonder at Donna's persistence. "You will find out soon enough. Mary and I want to go to Seattle on Monday if you don't have anything planned for me to do that day. I told her I would drive."

Mary looked at them a little curiously. 

Donna looked surprised and then shrugged, "I think that is a good idea."

Junie gave Mary a hug and handed back the little girl. "Do like I suggested, make her a place that is hers, put some toys in it and keep putting her back there. Sit close, work on your work and when she tries to touch something off limits, just hand her one of her toys. She will learn soon what she can and can't do. That's what I did with mine and they learned fast enough."

Mary nodded and hugged the baby, "Thanks for the advice, and thank you for braiding her hair. She won't let me even comb it half the time."

Junie laughed. "The only reason she let me, was the candy I gave her to suck on, and the fact I was new enough that she did not know how to fight with me."

As they drove home, Junie spoke up. "Mary is such a sweet girl. I am glad we came out today. Her husband is in Iraq. She doesn't have any family nearby and she has been really lonely."

Donna nodded, "I knew you two would be good friends. Though, I must admit that I was surprised you are planning to go out to the dreaded big city."

Junie froze and her eyes got big. "Oh my god, I didn't even think about that." "Well now you have to do it and I am sure Mary is not going to tell you stories or hold your head while you vomit."

Junie gulped and strangled down a convulsive giggle. "Ma'am, I am not sure if it wasn't the story that made me sick. Or at least the... um... demonstrations that went along with it."

Donna gave Junie a sharp look and then burst into laughter. "You know that was a hell of a lot of fun, doing that to you. I liked the look of absolute terror on your face."

Junie made a rueful face, "I'm glad you liked it. I can't really say I did." She looked at Donna a little shocked at her own words. "I am sorry, Ma'am, don't get me wrong. I know it was for my own good and it did really help. I don't think I could have made it clear into town without your help, but it was awful."

Donna glanced over from the driver's seat. "You didn't find that erotic at all, being exposed, afraid that someone might see you?"

Junie shuddered and shook her head violently. "No, Ma'am, not at all. I know other people really do like the idea and it is erotic for them, but it just terrifies me and it is not a sexy terrified at all."

Donna looked over at Junie and asked, "And if I told you to unbutton your blouse right now, would you?"

Junie gasped and whimpered, when she finally could answer her voice quivered, "Yes, Ma'am." Her shaking fingers went to the top button of her blouse. Her face was scarlet and her eyes were clenched closed.

Donna laughed, "Good lord, Junie, I did not say to do that. I just asked you a question. Hell, we are in town, what are you thinking about?" Her tone was teasing.

Junie's eyes flashed open and she looked over at Donna. Her eyes were huge with shock and then a tiny bit of temper. Her voice was soft. "I was thinking that I must obey and trust you no matter what. I was thinking you are my Mistress and the hand of my Master and if you told me to do something I must do it. I was saying over and over inside my head that I had to do this because I loved you."

It was Donna's turn to flinch and flush red. She pulled the little yellow sports car over and lowered her head for a moment and then looked over at Junie. Her eyes were large and filled with tears. "I am sorry, Junie. I am such a bitch sometimes. I don't know what gets into me. It's just sometimes you are so soft, so vulnerable and it somehow tempts me to be mean, to just hurt you because I can. You give me your trust and look at what I do with it. I play with it carelessly like a baby."

Junie reached across the car and touched Donna's face. "It's okay. I understand. It is part of who you are and it is another thing I love about you. Don't worry about breaking me, baby, I am tough as nails. I am baby proof." 

Donna laughed through her tears, "And that is the most tempting of all. I know you can take it. In many ways you are much, much stronger than me, certainly more understanding, patient and loving than me."

Junie wiped the tears from Donna's face and countered, "Mistress, you are full of love. I feel it whenever I am with you. Even when you tease and torment me, I feel your love. That is how I can be understanding and patient. I just let myself feel the love coming from you and give it back."

Donna turned to Junie and took a deep breath and blurted out. "Junie, I have to confess something to you. I... I... have been jealous as hell lately. I watch Bob with you and I get so fucking jealous. It isn't the sex, it's the way you can be so good and I can't. You have filled a place in our circle that I could never have. You anticipate his every need before I can even think about it. It seems like you are always there ahead of me and I can't keep up." 

Junie sat looking at Donna in shock, and then a look of horror began to grow on her face. Her voice was grief stricken, "I... I didn't mean to. I don't want to compete with you. I never wanted to come between you and Bob. He loves you completely." Her voice caught and she fought back a sob. "I will go away if you want me to."

Donna was suddenly angry, "No, no that is not why I said that. You can't go. You are our girl. I fucking won't let you go. I would keep you chained in the goddamned kitchen first. The only reason I told you that is so you could understand where some of the bitch is coming from. Sometimes I just wish you could back off on being such a fucking paragon of virtue." She paused, looking at Junie, her eyes fierce and then a tiny giggle broke through, "You can't go."

Junie found herself laughing and crying at the same time. "Yes, Ma'am." She took a deep breath. "I will try to be not so good," her eyes twinkled, "but it won't be easy you know."

"Maybe you could give me some pointers on this paragon thing now and then. Instead of rushing to do something yourself you could give me a hint." 

Junie looked at Donna, "I could try, but you don't need to be any different, Ma'am. Our Master loves you for exactly who and what you are now. Why don't you tell him how you feel?" Junie paused and then smiled with a sudden idea. "In fact, on Monday you will have him all to yourself. You should plan to do something special together." 

*

You might recognize this story as one I had up in the past, under the titled Northwest Hunters. I took it down for revision and a brief flirtation with possible publication.

Book One of Northwest Hunters, title Joining the Circle is already posted.

Thank you for taking the time to read my story. Please take the time to rate and leave a comment if the spirit moves you.

Enjoy

xantu



Finding Happiness Ch. 06



Chapter 6: Finding Pride

It was the next day at dinner that Bob spoke up. "After you get this all cleaned up, go take a shower. I am in the mood for some fun and games." 

Donna's eyes lit up and she gave Junie an excited look. 

Junie was just finishing braiding Donna's hair when they heard a loud series of thumps in the play room. Junie peeked out of the bathroom and stared as Bob wrestled a large complex wooden frame down the access doors into the basement. Donna was looking over her shoulder and exclaimed, "This has to be it!"

Bob stopped and stared at the two women peeking at him and growled, "Don't just stand there. Come help me with this."

Junie darted to grab one end and helped him maneuver it through the double doors that led to the outdoors. Donna stood back looking at the thing warily, "I am not helping until I know what he is going to do to us with it."

Bob laughed ominously. "I think you are going to be surprised." He gave her a hard look, "And I think you are going first."

Donna shook her head and began to back away. "Not until I know what to expect."

Junie watched in consternation. She knew that no matter what Bob said, she would do it. This resistance was puzzling to her. "Sir, I would be glad to do it, whatever it is."

Donna giggled, "Yes, let Junie be first."

Bob looked exasperated, "All right who is the Master around here?" 

Both Donna and Junie chimed in together. "You are our Master."

The complex wooden frame looked like a cross between a yard swing and a torture device. A seat like device hung from an A-frame, but there seemed to be a lot of pegs and things that could be moved so that the whole thing looked confusing. Junie could see the source of Donna's suspicion. Squelching down a giggle she stepped in front of it, "Okay, how do I climb onto this?" She tried to look serious and properly subservient, but she was having trouble keeping a straight face.

Donna was doing a worse job. "Or maybe you should say into it."

Junie was intently watching her Master. Bob was at a loss for words. He had obviously put hours into making this... this thing and had expectations of 'ooohs' and 'aaahs' and now instead both she and Donna were struggling to fight insane giggle attacks and losing ground every second. Junie could tell that Bob was trying to get angry, but he was fighting the urge to laugh too.

Of the three of them, Junie had the most control, but she was losing ground fast. "Come on, show me. I want to do it." By now Donna was sitting on the floor tears running down her face holding her sides and Bob was not doing much better. Junie put her hand on the swing seat noticing that it had a wide access opening like a toilet seat and lost what little control she had.

They were all in a pile on the floor, giggling weakly, wiping tears from their eyes when Bob finally took control of the situation. Standing up he shoved the contraption up against the wall. "Okay, you two. Change of plans. Neither one of you get to see what this is for, at least not now." He began to pull off his clothes and, when he was nude, he turned and headed out the door. "Come on." Both Donna and Junie followed him out the door little giggles still rising up to the surface occasionally as they walked out into the cool night air.

They followed Bob down to the edge of the lake and, without any warning, he picked Donna up and threw her out into the icy water. She shrieked as she splashed into the water and then called out in a strangled voice. "Come on in the water's fine!"

Bob turn to Junie, "You too!" He grabbed her wrist and began to walk out into the water. Junie gasped as the icy water rose up around her thighs and then knowing it was inevitable, dived in and swam out to where Donna was treading water. Bob swam beside her, his arms cutting through the dark water smoothly. 

The water was almost unbearably cold and almost instantly her teeth were chattering as violent shivering began to shake her. Bob was shivering just as hard as he laughed and said, "I guess I should have asked if you could swim."

"Oh, Sir, we fat girls float like corks."

Donna laughed, "Now I am jealous. Honey, this is just too cold, I am starting to cramp up. I really need to get out or you will have to save me." And she began to swim to the shore.

Bob followed her. "Okay, let's go get a shower and warm up."

Soon they were all in the basement shower and had all the shower heads running, letting the warm water run over their bodies. It felt sizzling hot against Junie's icy skin. After they had dried off, they all got big cups of coffee and snuggled up together in Junie's king sized bed. 

Bob chuckled again in memory and said, "Well, that was a disaster."

Junie protested. "Oh no, Sir, I am sure it will be just fine. And I can't remember the last time I had such a good time laughing. Maybe if you told me what to expect I could maintain a... um... I could behave better."

Bob looked at Junie and then Donna, trying to look serious, but Junie could tell he was a little embarrassed at the same time. "I just was trying to figure out a way to position you or Donna so we could have easy access for either anal or vaginal intercourse, or both at the same time. I wanted to provide support to you and get you up a little higher." He looked perplexed. "I am not even sure that thing would work." He then looked at Donna, his eyes warning her to be careful. "I also bought a fucking machine!"

Both women froze and looked at him and then at each other. Donna spoke carefully, "Honey, why did you do that?"

Bob looked surprised and then laughed, "Because I think the idea of sitting and watching you get fucked by a machine to be insanely sexy." And then he looked thoughtful, "And also I worry about keeping up with two such beautiful, responsive and horny women. I figured a little mechanical help might not be such a bad idea. I am not as young as I used to be."

Donna climbed up into his lap and wrapped her arms around him. "Bob, you will always be our Master and whatever you have to give us will be more than enough to keep your bitches happy. But if you think the idea of watching a machine fuck me silly is sexy, go get the thing and hook me up. I have to admit I am curious as hell about the whole thing myself."

When Bob came back into the bedroom, he was carrying what looked like a large plastic tool box. Junie stayed on the bed, but Donna was up and looking over his shoulder, peering curiously into the box when he opened it. "Oh I have seen those on the internet!" Her tone changed a little. "Those are expensive."

Bob laughed and shook his head. "I spent more on making that wooden sex swing and Junie's new leather shackles. Donna, we have plenty of money; stop being such a scrooge." He took a metal shaft out of the tool box and slid it into a hole in the side. He strung out a cord and plugged it into the wall. "Wait here and don't touch." He went out to the playroom and Junie could see him leaning over the scarred wooden trunk she was starting to think of as the toy box. Donna had her hands behind her back and was eyeing the whole apparatus with a fascinated look on her face. She whispered to Junie, "I have always wanted to try one of these, but they are so expensive. I just hated the idea of spending that much money and then maybe not liking it." 

Junie was looking at her Mistress trying not to giggle. "I have seen things on the internet about Sybians, but I never thought much about trying one out. I think the money was a barrier and I always was satisfied with just my fingers anyway. That does not look like a Sybian though."

Donna shook her head. "No, I think this is designed to simulate the in and out thrusting movement a lot more."

Bob spoke from the door way. "Which one strikes your fancy?" He was holding up two different flesh colored, realistic looking dildos. One was almost eight inches long, but the other was a lot bigger and thicker. Junie made a little squeak at the sight of it.

Donna looked at both and chewed on her lip. She looked at Bob and whispered, "Which one would it please my Master to watch?" Her face was red, but Junie could see her small pink nipples had tightened into hard nubs. Bob looked at Donna in surprise and then grinned. "Let's use the big one." 

Donna shivered and her voice was husky as she responded, "My Master can see into my heart."

Suddenly Bob was all business. As he attached the large dildo to the shaft sticking out of the side of the box, he began directing in short clipped sentences, "Junie, drag the chair into here. Put it by the end of the bed. It should be about the correct height. Donna, get on the bed. Let's start out with you on your back." After Junie pulled the chair into the room he picked up the mechanism and put it on the chair. He turned on the machine and they all watched as the shaft began to reciprocate, making the dildo fuck the air. He experimented with the depth and speed for a few seconds and then turned to Junie. "Junie, lie down with your Mistress. Make love to her. Get her all wet and hot."

Junie eagerly climbed onto the bed and began to kiss Donna, nibbling and sucking at her mouth and then letting her tongue caress and dance with Donna's as their passion grew. When Junie slid down and took one of Donna's nipples in her mouth, she thought to herself that she really needed to spend more time playing with her Mistress's breasts. Tiny and pink, her nipples seemed just like candy.

Donna's hands were trembling and urgent on Junie's head as she took her time sucking and pulling at those sweet confections, letting them slip between her lips over and over again, hearing Donna's sighs and moans with each little pop as the suction would break.

Donna's legs were spread wide, her hips trembling in anticipation, as Junie let her kisses and tongue wander down over her belly. Junie spread those tender soft folds and looked down, marveling at the rich colors and beauty, thinking 'yes a flower, a beautiful flower' to herself before lowering her lips to kiss.

Bob was sitting beside them, suddenly still. His eyes were soft and full of love as he watched Junie making love to her Mistress. When Donna's moans became more urgent, he gently touched Junie's face. "Move back, little one, let's see how this thing works."

Donna moved eagerly to the edge of the bed. Her eyes were hot with excitement as she let Bob position her. He put a generous amount of lubrication on the dildo and pressed the tip of it against her opening and spoke to her, "Ease down onto it. Is the angle right?"

Carefully creeping down, Donna made a soft whimper of impatience as she worked the head of the dildo inside of her. She raised her hips up and slid down further. "It's a little high up."

Bob put a pillow under her hips. "How is that?"

"Better. Turn it on."

The machine hummed to life and the dildo began to slide very slowly in and out of Donna's opening. A single soft deep groan escaped Donna's lips as she shifted her hips and adjusted to the massive piston sliding into her. Junie was kneeling beside her Mistress, her eyes only inches from the dildo, staring raptly at the sight of it rhythmically plunging in and out. She could hear the slurping sound of the plastic working against Donna's wet flesh. 

Bob was near Donna's face, whispering in her ear. "How does that feel? Does that feel good?"

Donna opened her eyes and turned her head and spoke, her voice was soft, almost analytical, and seemed to vibrate in time to the sensations pulsing through her. "Feels big, pushes deep, feels good but not enough I think. Make it go faster." 

As the rhythm increased, Donna raised her knees a little and then whispered, "Yes, that's better. I like that. It feels good, really good, but I think it would take a really long time to come by itself." 

Bob chuckled, "But, my goddess, you have all the time in the world. That thing won't get tired." Donna made a kind of strangled sound as she realized that Bob was interested in seeing exactly how long it was going to take and be watching the whole time. 

Junie was still kneeling watching as the phallus pumped in and out, in and out. There was an awed almost hypnotized look on her face. Bob had to speak twice to get her attention, "Junie, come here." She looked up, briefly startled, and then swallowed and crawled up and around Donna's head and crept into Bob's lap. The whole trip she never took her eyes off Donna. 

He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "What are you thinking, little one?" Junie kept her eyes locked on Donna, watching as she undulated and surged against the machine as it fucked her relentlessly. Donna's eyes were closed and her brow was furrowed with concentration. Her whole body was glistening with sweat; her breathing was almost perfectly in time with the whine and click of the mechanism. Junie's voice was soft, reluctant to disturb the fragile balance of human and technology, "It's powerful, surreal, but powerful, like she is in the grip of something."

Bob nodded, "Help your Mistress, Junie. Caress her, kiss her, caress her, play with her nipples, but don't touch her cunt." 

Junie moved and gently ran a trembling finger across Donna's rippling stomach muscles, her eyes flashing back to Bob's face she leaned down and kissed Donna's navel. She slowly took her time exploring that soft shell with her tongue, tasting the salt of the sweat on her skin, reveling in the swell and surge of the muscles under her lips.

As Junie slowly kissed her way up to Donna's softly trembling breasts, she felt Bob's hand stroking her legs and gently sliding through the wetness that had spilled onto her thighs. Junie kept her hand on Donna's belly, feeling the tension there. She could almost feel the pressure of the large invader each time it filled her Mistress's body. As she took one of the rock hard nipples into her mouth, she felt Donna's hand clasp the back of her head and press her face down against her chest, for the first time making a deep, soft grunting whimper with each plunge of the machine into her. Junie could feel Donna's heart pounding under her cheek. 

Junie could feel Bob's fingers spreading her and exploring her depths. His touch was gentle, idly caressing her as she bent over Donna's breasts pulling those sweet nubs deep into her mouth. She gently ran her fingers across the tense and trembling muscles of her belly and thighs. Junie was careful to avoid touching Donna's cleft, but tantalizingly ran her fingertips around the edges of the boundary set by Bob.

Donna's cries were growing more urgent, and then she fell silent. Junie could feel Donna's whole body rigid and vibrating. 

Bob's voice was deep with passion, "Give us your passion, goddess, and come for us."

Donna grated out in a deep hoarse voice, "Oh god." And then began to shudder with deep waves of pleasure, a deep groan pulsing out in time with the endless thrusting that had taken over her whole world.

Bob's voice was tense, "Junie, keep up what you are doing, don't stop." She could feel him kneel, his hands tense on her hips, the hot tip of his cock nudging at her from behind. Donna was making strangled groans as the machine continued endlessly fucking her, her whole body convulsing under Junie's lips and hands.

Junie shuddered with pleasure of the sensation of Bob sliding deep into her. His rhythm was an echo of the click and whir of the machine and Junie could see in her mind's eye the vision of that thing plunging into Donna's cunt over and over, as she felt Bob filling her over and over again as well. 

She raised her head and looked into Donna's face and for one tiny second that seemed to last an eternity their eyes met. Each was profoundly aware of the other, seeing the passion and acceptance and yet struggling to somehow understand this experience. Junie felt Donna's hand on her head pulling her down to kiss and as their lips met she drank in Donna's moans and poured forth her own, their cries blending in the cauldron of their kiss.

Junie felt Bob stiffen and shudder against her as he came, a deep growl coming from his lips. She found herself fighting her finish, reluctant to join him without his command. She still felt deeply connected to Donna as she struggled with the machine that would stop only when Bob decided to make it stop. Junie wondered if that was what the power she was sensing was. Was this just an extension of her Master? Was it his power she was sensing? A small thought frightened her, what would she sense if her Master was not there to control this thing?

Donna's cries had subsided into a soft series of almost agonized moans, her eyes closed and her body limp. The wet sound of the machine squishing into her cunt was loud and seemed to fill Junie's ears. When Bob turned off the machine and pulled it away from Donna's body she hardly moved. Junie's eyes looked at the clock, it had been almost 90 minutes since Bob had started that machine fucking Donna and at least 30 since Donna had started coming almost continually. She felt a shudder of awe and sympathy. She wasn't sure if she wanted to try that or not.

Bob crawled up into the bed and was cradling Donna in his arms. He seemed to be lost in thought and his eyes only on the woman in his arms. Moving as quietly and unobtrusively as she could, Junie gently washed Bob and Donna and cleaned the large dildo and pushed the machine over against the wall, eying it like it could come to life and make some move against her. She wondered that she was starting to think of it like it was a living thing and remembered how Bob would talk about the spirits of things like rocks and her car. She did not sense that the spirit of this fucking machine was all that loving. It seemed to take more than it gave.

Both Bob and Donna were dozing when she silently pulled the blanket up over them and wandered from her bedroom. She smiled to herself. It seemed like that they ended up in her bedroom more often than anywhere else. The thought made her happy. The whole experience with the laughter over Bob's invention, the swim in the icy lake and then the experiment with the fucking machine had left her more energized than tired and she wandered upstairs. 

The dogs were asleep in their chairs; Bump seemed to be in the throes of an exciting dream, his feet twitching, and soft whimpers and muffled growls shaking his chest. Junie wondered what he was chasing.

She poured herself the last cup of coffee and on impulse started some yeast growing to bake some bread tomorrow. The rich smell of the living things growing in the bowl sending her mind to thoughts of sour dough and making a starter. The idea of sourdough pancakes sounded wonderful. She put some flour and water in a jar and put it on top of refrigerator. She smiled; somehow it made it really feel like home to have a sourdough starter going in the kitchen. 

After carefully cleaning up, she silently padded downstairs and slipped under the blankets and cuddled up to Bob. Happily, she let her eyes drift shut and just lay there letting her contentment buoy her up until she felt like she was drifting and weightless. Sleep came so gently that when Bob's touch woke her in the morning she was surprised that the night was gone.

The weather that morning was one of those magical days where the sky changed every time you looked up at it. Big puffy clouds raced across the blue sky and the sun shone through sudden unexpected flurries of rain. It was a day of rainbows. Junie suspected that there would be thunder before nightfall.

When Junie took a cup of coffee down to her Mistress she crept into the bed and gently kissed her forehead and whispered to her the silly wake up song. "Wake up, wake up, you little sleepy head."

Donna stretched and then gasped and groaned. "Oh man."

Junie was instantly solicitous. "Are you hurt, Ma'am?"




Finding Happiness Ch. 06



Donna laughed ruefully, "Not hurt, but I feel like I have been gang fucked by a rugby team. My cunt is sore. And my whole pelvis aches, even my butt muscles are sore." 

Junie could not help but giggle, "A rugby team? I always fantasized about a ship full of pirates or an army brigade." She leaned down and began to massage Donna's upper thighs, "Tell me where it's stiff."

Donna groaned in relief, "Oh that's nice. I wish it was possible to massage the inside of my cunt."

Junie giggled, "You have to let me try."

Donna flinched back and said, "Oh no you don't, the last thing I want is more sex right now. Keep rubbing my legs like you are doing and after that you can work on my back."

After Donna rolled over and Junie began to massage her lower back and glutes, Junie asked, "What was it like, Ma'am, having that machine fuck you like that?"

Donna's voice was soft and relaxed, "It was different. There was a strange mixture of intensity and lack of intimacy and connectedness. Even with you and Bob there, I felt very alone with that thing. I don't think I liked it. I am glad I did it, but I don't think I will ever want to do it again. There was a terrible kind of relentlessness about it. It had no regard for me, no connection, yet I felt like it was doing something to me, demanding something from me." Donna fell silent for several minutes and then added, "I think that must be what it feels like to be raped, an alien cock plunging into you taking, taking, taking and completely unconcerned about the human being under them. I think that is how a rapist must have to think, they must have to turn their mind away from their humanity in order to take like that. They have to stop being human; they might not become a machine, but they are definitely not human."

Junie shuddered, but did not respond.

At breakfast Bob looked up at Donna and asked, "Was it worth the money?"

Donna was still in a thoughtful mood. "I don't know. I am glad I had a chance to experience that, but it had a terrible kind of intensity. It felt like it was feeding on my spirit. That box has the soul of a rapist. If you had not been there with me I don't know if I could have let it fuck me. I think I would have fought with it and maybe tried to kill it."

Bob looked surprised, "That bad?"

Donna looked up at him, "Bad? I don't know about bad. But it takes and takes. Even when I was having one of the most massive, endless orgasms of my life I felt like it was just taking that from me as well. I think that it would be the most terrible of punishments to be forced to fuck that thing alone. But to answer your question, yes it was worth the money."

Bob looked even more surprised at her last answer. "Would you do it again?"

Donna seemed to tense and looked up at him. "If my Master commanded, only if he commanded."

It took some coaxing, but after breakfast Junie managed to talk Bob into coming down into the basement and showing her what he was trying to accomplish with the swing. Leaving Donna upstairs to work on a piece she was writing about the impact of ecoterrorism on public awareness of environmental issues, they went down and pulled the swing out from the wall.

As he showed her how he was visualizing the positions that could be used, he asked her, "What do you think about what Donna said about the fucking machine?"

"I understand what she means about the soul of that thing. I sensed that last night, when I was cleaning it. It felt dangerous. It felt like it wanted to attack me. It made me think that it had no love in its spirit. I think she is correct, it is terrible and I think I am afraid of it, and yet something inside me wants to fuck it at the same time. I think that is what frightens me most of all." 

Junie had Bob help her up to sit on the seat and show her how she could either hold on or be bound in place. It seemed pretty cumbersome and made her feel like she was going to fall and she honestly talked to Bob about this. She wasn't sure if it was going to be very comfortable for double penetration and asked him if he had looked at any of the many different sex swings that were on the internet.

Bob laughed, "You know I have seen those, but I guess I was approaching this from a wood worker's perspective and you are looking at it with the eyes of a seamstress."

Junie nodded and looked thoughtful. "Together we might be able to find a compromise that will meet all our needs. I think it would be better if the seat was made of canvas rather than wood, with my weight held by straps under my thighs and back. But I like the supports being wood like this; it feels steadier to hold onto than just a rope would and I think it would work better for restraints as well. I could draw up some ideas and when Mary and I go to Seattle on Monday I can pick up some canvas."

Bob smiled, "I like that you have decided to make friends with Mary. And both Donna and I are very proud that you are feeling brave enough to venture out on your own."

Junie pushed back a little wave of terror, "Oh, I am still scared, but Mary and I got so excited talking about projects that I forgot about it and said I would take her before I had a chance to think about it." She took a deep breath. "And now, like my Mistress says, I have to do it. She is right, I do have to do this and I think it will be fun."

Junie looked up at Bob and whispered, "This might be a good time to spend some time with my Mistress. I think she might miss being alone with you a little."

Bob gave her a look and then nodded. "Sweet Junie, you are such a treasure." He looked at his watch and raised an eyebrow. "I think you should put on your rubber bands. I noticed last night that I have been distracted by my carpentry project and have been neglecting your nipples. In fact, I want you to take a more active role in this. If I have not said anything, it will be your duty to remind me. If I am not available to ask, assume I want you to put them on. You know the routine, 30 minutes on, 30 minutes off. At least three times a day. Do you understand?" His last statement had his familiar growl. 

At his tone, Junie felt her nipples tighten and then her cunt clench up. She felt her cheeks turn warm and she nodded happily. "Yes, Sir, I understand." She trotted off and found the rubber bands with their fishing weights. 

As she carefully wrapped the rubber bands around her nipples she stood and frowned critically at herself in the mirror. She thought to herself that Bob was right, her nipples had reverted back to almost their normal size and color and she found she missed their larger, redder state. When he had been making her keep the rubber bands on they had become almost as big as cherries and glowed with the same rich red color and the slightest touch was magnified tenfold. Junie loved that. It had been decades since her nipples had been such a source of pleasure for her. Nursing her babies had toughened them and dulled the sensation and it had taken a great deal of stimulation to feel anything from them. Now they were tender, sensitive triggers that could awaken her sexuality almost instantly. 

Junie smiled and turned in front of the mirror, she was falling in love with her body. It seemed like her Master and Mistress were fascinated with her breasts and with her generous curves. It had awakened a pride that she had not even known could exist. She loved wearing the peek-a-boo brassieres that showed off her nipples and offered them up to her owners for their pleasure. The mere thought of someone enjoying her, taking pleasure from touching and looking at her made her tremble, the weights hanging from the rubber bands constricting her nipples quivered and danced. Junie laughed and spoke to her image in the mirror, repeating her Master's words, "You are a treasure." 

*

You might recognize this story as one I had up in the past, under the titled Northwest Hunters. I took it down for revision and a brief flirtation with possible publication.

Book One of Northwest Hunters, title Joining the Circle is already posted.

Thank you for taking the time to read my story. Please take the time to rate and leave a comment if the spirit moves you.

Enjoy

xantu



Finding Happiness Ch. 07



Chapter 7: Reaffirming Love 

As Junie was cleaning up from breakfast, Donna spoke to Bob, "You are on your own for a while this afternoon. Both Junie and I are going into town." 

Junie looked up from the sink, her eyes questioning, and she asked, "We are?"

"Yes, we are going to get our hair done." 

Bob laughed and ran his hand over his unkempt thatch of gray curls, "Maybe I should head to town too and get duded up a little. Hate to have you girls looking all uptown and have me looking like something that's been living in the woods all winter." 

Donna got up and ran her fingers through his hair. "You know I hate it when you get it too short." 

Bob pushed her hands away and laughed, "You are just lucky that I am one of those guys who kept his hair. Why don't we plan to go out to dinner tonight? We could try that Mexican restaurant that just opened up in town."

In the end they decided that Junie and Donna would come back home after their appointment and then they would all drive back to town in the SUV for a night out. Junie spent all morning in her sewing room feverishly putting the finishing touches on a little black dress she had been working on. When she was finished she put it on and came upstairs to show Donna. She did a little pirouette and then posed. "What do you think?" 

"Oh, it looks like you have your heart set on dressing up a little I see." 

Junie's eyes faltered, "Um... what would you like me to wear, Ma'am?"

Donna laughed, "No, that will be fine. I guess I just hadn't thought about it. Actually, I think Bob would like to dress up a little too. I am the one that likes to go casual, but I think I can throw on something this time. After all, we will be all dolled up from our trip to the beauty parlor."

Junie smiled excitedly. "Oh, thank you, Ma'am."

Donna looked at Junie and then smiled again, "Let's stop by the shoe store, too. You will need some shoes to go with that new dress." 

Junie squealed and clapped her hands. "Oh, I do need some new shoes. My trainers are all stained with grass and my white shoes are not at all right for this dress." 

Donna looked at her usual outfit of khaki shorts and cotton sleeveless blouse and sandals. "Well, go on now and change into something more appropriate for a fun trip to the shoe store and the salon. I will get dressed up for dinner, but I refuse to take off my shorts until then. We should leave pretty soon if we are going shoe shopping too."

Junie hurried downstairs and changed into a pair of slacks and soft yellow blouse and was back up in minutes. "I am glad you made this appointment, Ma'am. My hair is starting to look terrible." 

Donna laughed, "I wonder what it is about gray hair that has both of us rushing off to soak our heads in chemicals." 

Junie laughed, "Well, Ma'am, all I know is I started turning gray in my early twenties. I liked to say it was the kids, but to be honest it is just a family trait. Eventually it will turn completely white and I wouldn't mind that so much, but there is something about this half way thing that I just can't stand."

Junie dropped the shopping bags on her bed and looked at herself in the mirror. She smiled at the freshly black and extra shiny hair that hung down almost to her shoulders. She had let the beautician talk her into bangs and she had to admit that they made her look softer and younger. Her skin glowed from the facial. 

She looked at her watch and decided she had time to put the rubber bands on for 30 minutes before it was time to leave. The way Bob had been talking, it sounded like he was planning a play session tonight after their dinner out and she wanted him to be pleased with how she had been keeping up with his instructions to keep her nipples swollen and sensitive.

Junie showered quickly, careful to keep her hair dry. She gasped when the spray from the shower head on her distended nipples felt like needles stabbing and she carefully kept her back to the water. She repeated Bob's words to herself, "So sensitive, so responsive." 

Junie chose her black peek-a-boo bra with the little flames embroidered around the holes. The black dress was low cut, but the fabric was opaque and she looked at herself carefully trying to decide if the bumps of her nipples were too obvious. The whole idea of going to a restaurant with a peek-a-boo bra was a little terrifying, but for the first time in her life Junie was feeling beautiful and somehow that made being daring a little more tempting. She looked at the many pairs of new panties in her drawer and picked out an almost transparent pair of smoke black bikinis that had a little red bow on them. Silently she blessed Bob for his good taste in panties and giggled a little. She carefully pulled up the black thigh high stockings she had bought at the shoe store and posed in front of the mirror in her room. She gave a saucy wink at the girl in the mirror; all she saw was the beauty. 

Putting on a robe, she put on her makeup, the eye liner and mascara made her big brown eyes dominate her face even more and she put on rouge and painted her lips red. She decided that the bangs made her look like a 1920's flapper or maybe Betty Boop. The little black dress she had made was kind of flapper style too with a softly draping bodice and a pleated skirt that swished when she walked.

After she pulled the dress on and slipped her feet into her new black shoes she looked at herself in the mirror. A lot of cleavage showed and she took a deep breath, pushing back the little flare up of her old timidity. She frowned at her image and thought that something was missing. Then she nodded, yes, the outfit really needed a necklace. She had only managed to salvage a few pieces of jewelry from the devastation of her apartment. She had most of the old pendants that had been her mother's, but had not managed to get any of the chains fixed yet. On impulse she dug through her sewing and found a length of black ribbon. It took only a second to stitch her favorite cameo to the bottom edge and tied it around her neck like a choker and decided that would have to do.

Bob was sitting in the front room wearing a new pair of jeans and plaid Pendleton wool shirt. He had on a pair of shiny black loafers and a black belt. Junie thought that the look fit him very nicely. When she walked into the room he stood up and gestured for her to spin around. "You look beautiful, my sweet girl. Go see what's keeping your Mistress. Judging from the cursing going on in there, I think she might need your help."

Donna was seated on the foot of the bed in a pair of green panties and nothing else. Her hazel eyes were smoldering, but her lips were quivering. Junie sat down next to her and whispered, "What's the matter?"

Donna grunted in frustration. "I hate dressing up. I always feel so tall and skinny and nothing I put on looks right."

Junie suppressed a giggle and kept her voice solemn. "I know how you feel, Ma'am, I have the same problem." 

Donna's eyes slid over to Junie and took in her short plump figure and the corner of her mouth quivered. "I don't have anything pretty. Before I retired all I wore was business suits, lawyer clothes. I still have a fucking closet full of lawyer clothes."

Junie stood up and began to look through the clothes in Donna's closet. She quickly pulled out a couple of rich silk blouses and found a nice mahogany colored leather skirt and a wide belt. Junie held up both the rich copper blouse and then the emerald green one and said, "Choose." Donna pointed at the green one and Junie hung the copper one back up. 

Junie pulled Donna up to her feet and began to dress her, like she was a little girl. She spoke soft words of directions, the same words she used when she dressed her children so long ago. Stepping back she looked critically at the outfit she had chosen... the skirt did not fit as tightly as she would have liked, but the blouse was beautiful and pulled the eye up toward Donna's face, bringing out the green flecks in her eyes and contrasting beautifully with her reddish blond hair. Junie unbuttoned the blouse one more button and rolled the long sleeves up to a three quarter length, "Ma'am, do you have any jewelry?" 

Donna sighed and went to her closet and pulled down a box from the top shelf, "This was my mother's."

Junie pounced on the big old jewelry box and gasped as she opened the lid. "Oh my goodness, Ma'am, some of these pieces really ought to be in a safety deposit box." She held up a heavy diamond necklace, "This necklace alone must be worth more than my car." 

Donna shrugged, "My grandfather was a jeweler and diamond merchant. My mother and her sisters divided up my grandmother's collection. When she passed away, I got this."

Junie carefully sorted through the dozens of necklaces, earrings, bracelets, pins, and rings. "You should get this appraised and then put it in a safe deposit box. And you should make sure that it stays in your family. Do you have a niece or cousin? But first you should start wearing them. They need to be worn. They are so beautiful and have been locked in this jewelry box far too long." Junie paused and then gave a little giggle. "These are definitely not lawyer jewelry."

Donna looked at the pile of treasure, and shrugged. "I always thought that they looked gaudy. I always thought my mother looked like a Christmas tree."

Junie smiled. "And I always thought Christmas trees were the most beautiful of things." Junie held up a heavy emerald necklace and a matching bracelet and nodded. "These will be perfect with that blouse."

As she was returning the remaining jewelry back into the box a beautiful length of pearls was too much to resist and she held them up to her neck. The lustrous orbs fell down and draped across her cleavage. She gave a wistful sigh and put the strand gently back into the jewelry box. "You really ought to get a special box for these, or at least a soft sack to keep them in. They are getting damaged lying loose against the diamonds."

Donna reached into the box and lifted the pearls, running them through her fingers. "I remember my mom wearing these. They were her favorite. She wore them all the time." "It is good for pearls to be worn. They just get more beautiful."

Donna lifted the pearls and held them up to Junie's neck once more. "They go with your dress. You should wear them."

Junie looked up at Donna, her eyes huge and happy. "Oh, Ma'am, really?"

Donna put the necklace around Junie's neck. "Yes, really."

Donna stood up and looked at herself in the mirror. She frowned critically. "I still look like a scarecrow, just one in an emerald necklace." 

Junie did not know if it was the fact that briefly she had seemed to be the one in charge, or if it was just the negative statement, but she found herself scolding her Mistress, "Now don't you talk like that about yourself! You are beautiful!"

Junie heard a soft growl from the doorway and she froze. Whirling she saw her Master standing in the doorway, his head tipped to one side. Her hand flew to her mouth and she gasped, "I am sorry, Ma'am. I don't know what got into me. I should never have spoken to you like that."

Bob's words were soft. "It is not your place to correct your Mistress, Junie. You may politely express your own opinion about your Mistress's beauty but I caution you to use a more respectful tone." Bob looked at Donna and grinned, his tone warming, "And I must say that I agree with you. She is beautiful isn't she? Now my two beautiful bitches, your carriage awaits. Let's get this show on the road."

Dinner was delightful. After reading the menu and discussing what sounded good, Bob ordered for all three of them. The food was fresh and plentiful, and the service was flawless. Bob had asked for a quiet table in the corner. Junie sat across from Bob and Donna, and it was not long before she felt a foot gently nudging hers. She giggled and pushed back and it was not long before all six feet were tangled up under the table as they laughed and talked about a thousand different things. Under Bob's urging Donna and Junie drank glass after glass of sangria while he nursed his one beer declaring, "I am the chauffeur."

Bob had to keep a hand under each of their arms as they made their way back to the SUV. "You two have been wonderful company. I could not wish for two more beautiful, wise or wonderful bitches to make this old dog feel on top of the world." 

He put both Donna and Junie in the back seat, declaring that the chauffeur should be the only one in front. Donna looked at Junie, her eyes suddenly carnivorous, and slid across the seat to sit close. Her hands were under Junie's skirt before they were even out of the parking lot. Donna's voice was rich with excitement as she agreed, "Yes, I think it a great idea for the chauffeur to be the only one in front."

By the time they had gotten to their driveway, Donna had Junie's dress up, over her head and off. Junie did not even think to protest, her eyes were closed and her mouth filled with gasps and moans as Donna busily sucked on her nipples through the holes of her bra. 

Bob pulled into the garage and spoke sharply, "Okay, you two, take a break from that. Go in and get ready for playing. I will take the dogs out for a walk and then put them to bed." Then he looked thoughtful and said, "Donna, I think that this is a good time for us to try out that toy you bought." 

Donna kept her arm possessively around Junie as they made their way into the house. Her voice was tense with anticipation, "Junie, go to your room and take off the rest of your clothing and meet me in the bathroom."

When Junie walked into the bathroom, her heart jumped at the sight of the red rubber enema bag, and Donna stirring up the solution to go into it. Donna grinned at her, "This time it's going to just be me." 

"Yes, Ma'am."

As Junie held up the bag and let the warm solution flow into Donna, Donna made a deep groaning sound, "Junie, this is so good. I don't know why I like this so much, but it has always made me so excited."

Junie knelt next to Donna and stroked her back, "What are we going to do tonight?"

"Something I think we both have fantasized about. Just listen to Bob. He will tell you what to do." 

The warm buzz of the Sangria softened the edge of Junie's curiosity. She gently washed Donna in the shower and then combed out her hair, her hands lingering and caressing as she served her Mistress. 

Bob's voice interrupted their gentle touches, his voice soft but firm, coming from the doorway, "Come to bed, you two."

Once in the bedroom he spoke gently, "Donna, my goddess, lie down for me. Lie down on your stomach and let us worship your beauty."

Bob gestured for Junie to kneel on the opposite side of Donna facing him. He poured some massage oil into her palm and he murmured, "Just do what I do, Junie. Follow my lead." He poured some oil into his palm and rubbed his hands together warming the oil, and nodded in approval as he watched Junie mimic his actions.

Bob gently lifted Donna's foot in his hand and began to massage the arch of her foot, his fingers firmly working deep into the muscles of her foot. Junie watched with wide curious eyes and followed his lead. His eyes met hers as she repeatedly glanced to watch his movements and he grinned and winked as he leaned down and took Donna's toes into his mouth, gently sucking on each of her toes. Junie could feel a quiver shoot up Donna's leg as she mimicked Bob's caress.

Together they worked their way up Donna's legs, reapplying the massage oil to their hands, slowly and sensually kissing and kneading her flesh, stopping and savoring the sweet curves at the back of her knees, tarrying along the tender skin of her inner thighs and the crease where her thighs met the swell of her buttocks. Donna lay perfectly still under their touches, soft sighs and trembles shaking her to the core. 

Junie met Bob's eyes again when their fingers met and touched along Donna's spine. She gave him a tremulous smile and he gently kissed her on the forehead and murmured, "You are doing great, Junie." When they had worked their way out Donna's long freckled arms to the palms of her hands, Junie found herself once again looking into his blue eyes as they each lifted a palm to their lips, almost toasting each other with the kiss they bestowed upon this woman they both loved so much. 

Bob gently lifted on Donna's shoulder, as he urged her to turn over onto her back. "Turn over for us, my goddess."

Starting again at her feet they worked their way in concert up the length of her legs. Junie felt a tiny pang of disappointment when Bob's hands seemed to avoid the cleft of Donna's legs, but she followed up with him over the tense and trembling abdominals. As their fingers approached Donna's breasts, Junie's hands trembled as she looked to Bob, her eyes begging to be allowed to touch those sweetly trembling peaks.

Junie smiled eagerly as she watched Bob gently cup one of Donna's breasts and then roll the small pink nipple between his fingertips and matched his action. A ripple of pleasure flowed down Donna's frame. When he bent to pull a tightened peak into his mouth, Junie found her forehead touching his as she leaned down to do the same. 

Bob's voice was soft and compelling, "My goddess, wait for us. We will return soon." He stood up and beckoned for Junie to follow him. Junie felt like adding her voice to the whine of protest that left Donna's lips as they stopped their touches and moved away from her. Again Bob spoke, "Patience, my goddess; close your eyes." He took her hand and placed it between her legs. "Here, my darling, caress yourself. Think of the pleasures yet to come." Junie found it difficult to tear her eyes from the sight of Donna lying on the bed, her fingers slowly stroking her shining folds. Only when Bob took her hand, did she remember to look to him.

He put his fingers to his lips, and pulled her into the playroom and to the toy box. Only then did he speak, "Junie, quietly now, put this on. I will help you." He held up a handful of canvas straps and leaning down gestured to put one of her feet through an opening and then guided her other foot through a second opening. When he pulled the straps up her legs and snapped them around her waist, Junie recognized that this was a harness designed to go around her hips. Her eyes looked curiously into the toy box looking for the dildo she knew must attach to the connector that rested directly over her pubic bone. Bob tightened a few of the straps and then handed her the same large phallus that he had attached to the fucking machine. 

Junie held it in her hand. It was surprisingly heavy and yet was subtly flexible and had a pliable, skin-like surface. A sudden wave of excitement rushed through her loins, making her knees almost buckle. Junie found it hard to speak, her mouth flooded with moisture as her cunt clenched and a trickle of moisture made her thighs slippery. Her voice was low and tense with pent up excitement. "I have always wanted one of these." Her hand began to unconsciously stroke up and down its shaft. Her fingers were trembling so hard that Bob had to help her attach it to the harness around her hips.

Junie could not take her eyes off the strap on cock standing out from her pelvis, and once again she could not help caressing it, stroking the length of it like she could not really believe it was there. Suddenly uncertain she looked up at Bob, "I don't know what to do." 

Bob caressed her face. "You will do fine. Just listen to me and Donna. We will tell you what to do. Now let's not keep our goddess waiting any longer." Bob had trouble keeping a straight face as Junie stared raptly down at the cock swaying back and forth as she walked into the bedroom. 

Donna was still lying as they had left her. Bob urged Junie up beside her, and then whispered, "We are ready for you, my goddess. Roll over onto your stomach, my goddess." 




Finding Happiness Ch. 07



Donna's eyes fluttered open and the hand that had been stroking her cunt froze and she made a soft choking gasp as she looked at Junie. Her voice was hoarse, "Oh fuck yes." 

As she turned over, Bob handed Junie some lubricant, "Prepare your Mistress, Junie."

Junie gently spread Donna's cheeks and looked down and on impulse bent down and kissed the small brown star. She felt Donna quiver under her lips and, encouraged for her boldness, she curiously slid her tongue around and around. When she was rewarded with a soft moan she pushed and probed deeper, reveling in Donna's louder moans. Reluctantly she pulled away and using her fingers she gently worked the lubricant into the tight passage.

Leaning with his back against the headboard, Bob lifted Donna to straddle his hips facing away from him and slowly eased himself into her narrow passage. Junie watched fascinated as Donna gasped and shuddered, working his cock deeper and deeper in, and only stopping when he was buried all the way inside her. Bob spread his legs wide and lifted Donna's knees up, spreading her open. "Junie, come between our legs. Kneel there and fuck your Mistress with that cock of yours."

Donna groaned out, repeating his words, "Oh fuck yes, fuck me, Junie. Fuck me with that big cock of yours."

A shiver of excitement shook through Junie as she moved to between their legs. Looking carefully she stroked her fingers down Donna's cleft and then slowly slid her fingers into Donna's opening gauging and checking the angle. As she placed the end of the dildo against the opening and very slowly pressed forward, Donna groaned out. "Yes, that's good. Do that." 

With each thrust Junie grew more confident and it seemed that, as she watched the waves of pleasure shaking Donna, she felt equal matching surges of warmth and tension in her own loins. Donna was talking to her almost continually, "Good, yes, harder, oh god, fuck yes." Junie found herself getting caught up in the rhythms and with each thrust of her hips she felt herself getting increasingly carried away with a building sense of potency. When Donna fell silent, Junie knew that she was on the brink, and the thought, the knowledge that she had done this, that she was making Donna reach that place was intoxicating. She found herself gripping Donna's hips, lunging at Donna in almost a frenzy of sexual fervor, soft growling grunts of effort being forced out between her clenched teeth.

Bob was surging under Donna, adding his slower more subtle movements to their primal dance, his hands over Junie's, holding Donna between them. His words spurred them on, "Yes, my goddesses, do not hold back. Give me your passion." 

Donna's legs wrapped around Junie's hips and pulled her deep, grinding their pelvises together, and she began to convulse in the irresistible waves of her climax. Trapped in the primal embrace of Donna's thighs, Junie could not help but be pulled along, reflexively almost spastically trying to force herself even deeper, as she joined her Mistress, her own cries of joy blending with Donna's.

It had been oddly difficult to take off the harness and the phallus that protruded from her groin. Junie wondered at that. Why did she like having that thing on? Why did that patently silly fake penis seem to resonate with her? Why did it make her feel powerful and so damn sexy? She held up the thing and looked at it closely. Her legs and thighs ached and her ass muscles were trembling in fatigue. She knew she was going to be sore in the morning. This fucking was a lot harder work than she had anticipated. She shook her head in wonder.

Again Junie found herself tending to her Master and Mistress as they lay entwined in each other's arms. A wave of tenderness seemed to well up inside her as she washed them gently and then covered them with the blanket and crawled in with them, snuggling close to their warmth. She sighed in contentment. Somehow this was the best of all.

Junie was a whirlwind of activity all day Sunday. She had gotten up early and was busy cooking, cleaning and gardening before the sun was even up, anything to keep from thinking about the trip to Seattle tomorrow. She had pulled the SUV out of the garage and was washing it almost obsessively; working diligently at making sure every last crushed bug carcass was gone from the front grill and headlights. Bob came over from the garden and watched her for a while. 

Junie paused and looked up, her hands still dripping with soap suds. "Is there something you need?" Her voice was a little high pitched and forced, her eyes a little too bright. 

"No, I am fine, Junie. But I do want to know how you are doing. You are a little hyper today. Is it your trip tomorrow?"

Junie turned to the car and furiously scraped at a particularly stubborn spot with her thumbnail. Her voice was tight, "I am afraid I am going get afraid again."

The paradox of her words made Bob laugh. "Can you see how you are setting yourself up, Sweet Junie? You are already starting to fail and you have not even put your foot upon the path."

Junie's hands stilled, but she did not take her eyes off the car. Her voice was soft, "I know. That is the most infuriating, knowing that I am just making it worse and not being able to stop." She shook her head and giggled a harsh angry laugh. Standing up she picked up the hose and began to rinse the car off. "The more I try to not think about something the more it becomes the only thing I can think about." 

"Then stop trying to not think about it. Decide to think about it. What are you going to do in Seattle?"

"We were going to go to two different wholesale fabric outlets. Mary was going to order some new stock for her store and we were both going to pick up some stuff for our sewing projects. Then we were going to have lunch and come back. Nothing hard really, but I never know what is going to set me off."

"Set you off?"

"It's hard to explain. All I know is that I have to get away, to get somewhere safe and familiar. My heart is racing, my mouth goes dry, and I have this odd buzzing in my head. I can't think. I don't even realize it until I find myself just turning around and walking away, running away."

"How long has this been going on?"

Junie turned off the water and hung the hose up. "I had a lot of trouble with this as a teenager. I missed a lot of school days, it wasn't the school work. It was the kids at school. They were pretty mean sometimes. Luckily I could do make up work at home and just ace the tests and pass that way. During my twenties and thirties it wasn't such an issue. I had bad days every once in a while, but I could stay home." She looked thoughtful. "And even if I started to panic, with the kids there was no way I could completely lose control. I had to be strong for them."

Bob pulled her to his chest and held her for a minute stroking her back until she sighed and relaxed against him. "Junie, you are strong. It is there inside you and you know that it is there. You will do fine."

"I hope so."

"No, Junie, you will do fine. Hoping that is just another way to think about failure."

"Yes, Sir."

Bob and Donna watched Junie as she pulled out of the yard and drove down the driveway in her little yellow sports car. Junie had been alternately talkative and energetic and then still and silent all morning. But she never took a backward step on her path and she had a determined look in her eye as she kissed them each goodbye. 

Donna slipped her arm around Bob's waist, "Do you think she will be okay?"

Bob laughed and nodded. "Our girl is stronger than she knows. She will do fine. She will come back triumphant." He turned to her and smiled. "We have all day to ourselves, my goddess. Junie has packed a bunch of nice snacks for us. Let's load the kids in the car and all go for a hike."

Donna's eyes lit up. "You get the dogs and I will get the food. Where do you want to go?"

Bob's eyes twinkled. "No, you get the dogs. I will get the food. There are some other surprises I want to pack as well." 

Donna's head came up and she looked sharply at him. "You know how I feel about surprises." 

Bob laughed, "You love them. It makes you crazy trying to figure out what I am up to, but you love every minute of it. Now get that lazy ass of yours into the garage and make sure we have everything we need. Put in the dogs' backpacks. Let's make them work for their dinner tonight."

Junie had assembled a wide variety of snack foods; hard boiled eggs, little meat pies filled with chopped venison, mushrooms and herbs, cheeses, dried fruits, and nuts. There were even some rich, soft, chocolate brownies that were so dark that even Bob could not resist them. Bob nodded in approval. Junie had done great when he had mentioned he wanted something special to eat that would be easy to carry in a backpack.

He went downstairs and got a few items he had been thinking about from the toy box and, grinning, stuck a few extra freshly recharged batteries in the backpack. 

Donna was in the bedroom lacing up her hiking boots and grabbing an extra pair of socks when Bob walked in. Her eyes were measuring as she looked up at him, her expression inquisitive. "Where are you thinking of going?"

"Not too far, there is that trail up to that little lake in the forest we hiked a couple years back. You know, the one that followed the creek up and there were those pretty waterfalls."

"Oh, that is a great idea, I had almost forgotten about that one."

"Hopefully, we will be the only ones there."

"That would be nice."

Bob put their favorite walking sticks and the rest of the stuff from the house in the SUV. Donna had folded down the back seat and moved up the partition so the dogs would have a little more room but, the back of the SUV was still filled with dogs. He laughed as Bump smeared his wet nose over the sparkling windows that Junie had obsessed over just the day before.

As Donna moved around to climb into the passenger seat, Bob caught her hand. His voice was amused, "No, my goddess, you are not quite ready to leave." 

Donna froze and looked up at him, her eyes questioning, but then she smiled softly and relaxed under his hand. "What is it you have in mind?"

"I think your outfit is lacking something." Bob swung her around and trapped her against the car his hips grinding into hers, his eye's inches from hers. He could feel a tremble pass through her as his lips took hers. Only when she was limp and breathless did her release her and murmur, "Pull down those shorts and panties for me." 

Donna's hands shook as she fumbled at the button on her shorts, but soon she slid them down to her ankles. Bob sank to his knees as she lowered her clothing, sliding down and pressing his lips to kiss her again. A low growl rumbled in his chest as he caught her scent and pressed in to spread her open, his lips and tongue demanding more. Donna struggled to stand, a soft gasping groan forced from her by the sudden onslaught of sensation. 

Bob lifted his face from her and looked up at her with a carnivorous grin and sensually licked off his lips, "I didn't realize how much I missed the taste of you, my goddess. I find myself hungering for you. I will have to feast upon you until I satisfy this appetite." He reached into his jacket pocket and pressed the vibrating egg into Donna's hand. "Here, my goddess, put this inside you to remind you of my love until I can return."

He stayed on his knees and watched closely as Donna slid the egg deep inside, and then took her hand and licked her fingers clean. Then tenderly he helped her pull her panties and shorts up and buttoned the button of the shorts himself. "Now, I think you are ready." When he stood he looked closely at her face as he turned the vibrations on low, smiling as she blinked and squirmed a little. 

On the drive Donna was uncharacteristically quiet, holding Bob's hand, idly tracing lines on his palm. Every once in a while she would lift his hand and press it to her lips. 

There were no other cars in the parking area and Bob noticed that the sign marking the trail head was obscured by a clump of brush and weeds. All four dogs had their backpacks on and loaded with food and water for the hike. Bob did not put anything heavy in Honey's backpack, but made a show of putting in some lighter items like spare socks, a light plastic tarp and handkerchiefs so she wouldn't feel left out.

The trail was a little overgrown and, in many places they, had to detour or clamber over fallen trees. Donna spoke for the first time, "I had heard that they were cutting back on trail maintenance. This trail must have low priority, if this one is even on the list."

Bob agreed, "Yes, the world has seemed to have forgotten about this little corner of paradise. I think I like having it all to ourselves." He watched as the four golden retrievers walked along the trail with them. They were doing a good job of staying on the trail, carrying their backpacks like they had been trained to do. Even Bump only needed a few simple corrections to remember his lessons.

The trail threaded through tall mature evergreens, followed along a small creek and climbed steeply up the mountainside. It was another warm clear day, but deep under the evergreens the air was cool and still. They spoke little, treasuring the silence, but touched often, little caresses and hands to help balance as they climbed over the obstacles in their path. On more than one occasion, one would stop and silently point out a tiny miracle; an orchid, a woodpecker carefully scaling the bark off a snag, or just the way the light filtered down through the cedar branches. They would stop and stand hand in hand and share those magical moments without words and then move on.

The sound of the first waterfall echoed through the trees long before they reached it. It was small, only a few feet high, but the water fell free and tumbled down into a small round pool shaded by cedars. A beam of sunlight shone down through the trees and lit up a wild clematis plant that hung out over the dark water, the blue flowers shining like stars against the shadowed forest. As the dogs bent to lap at the cool water, they both stopped and sighed in perfect unison, and then their soft laughter echoed through the trees. 

Bob spoke for the first time, "We are indebted to our girl for suggesting we take this day for ourselves."

Donna leaned against him, and giggled as she reached down and adjusted the vibrating egg, pushing it up inside a little deeper, "Damn thing keeps wanting to fall out." And then she sighed again, "Yes, I am glad we came up here. I had forgotten how beautiful it was here. A little part of me wishes Junie could be here to see these things too, but there is a part of me selfish enough to just want you all to myself for a little while too."

Bob gave her a squeeze. "It is not selfish. We are all needing to make adjustments. We are all giving up some things in order to gain others."

Donna turned and leaned close, wrapping her arms fiercely around him, her voice was low and trembling, "Sometimes... sometimes it seems like she is just so much better than me. She doesn't ever get mad. She always seems so obedient." 

Bob held her close and gently swayed, "She is not better, my goddess. She is just different. She has a different spirit than you. And she is not all that good. Her training has only begun and everything is new. She is still excited and enthusiastic. As it becomes more routine and more like work she will have her little rebellious moments as well. I would expect her honeymoon to last a few months and then I would not be surprised if she does not start being a brat. At that time I will need your support to keep her from getting out of hand."

"It just seems like I can't compete with her."

"Compete for what, my goddess?"

Donna fell silent and then a shiver went through her. "Oh my god, I did not ever think about what it was I was competing for. And when you asked me that, the first thing that came into my head was you, I was competing for you." Donna pulled back and looked up at his face. "Even saying that is crazy. It means that somehow, someway, I doubted your love for me. I didn't even realize I had that in my heart." Her voice cracked and she whispered, "Forgive me."

"Of course you will be forgiven, my goddess, when you have forgiven yourself." His lips took hers again, soothing away the soft quivers of doubt.

They did not stop again until they reached the end of the trail by the small lake. The midday sun shone down on the perfect, clear, blue water. Now that they were out of the shade of the tall trees the air was soft and warm. Bob took the packs off the dogs and they threw themselves into the water and then found places to bask in the sun. Bob slipped his arm around Donna's waist and pulled her close. His voice was soft, "Take off your clothing, my goddess. Let the sun shine down upon your beauty." 

Bob got out a thin square of nylon canvas and spread it on the ground in the dappled shade of some alders. On top of it he laid both their sweaters. Murmuring gentle instructions he lay Donna down upon the simple bed. Pushing up her knees he slowly pulled the vibrating egg from her and looking her in the eyes, licked the creamy nectar from it. 

Opening his backpack he put the egg inside and pulled out a handful of rope. He placed one of their walking sticks to rest on the ground just below Donna's butt and tied her wrists to it, close to her hips. Taking the second walking stick he tied her ankles about two and a half feet apart. Then he began to pull the two walking sticks toward each other forcing her feet up closer to her hips, stopping just short of causing her pain. Last he tied a rope to each of her knees and the ends to the walking sticks pulling them wide. Smiling he looked down at her beautifully exposed cunt. "Comfortable? Does anything hurt?"

Donna blinked and swallowed. "Um, yes comfortable, nothing hurts."

Bob took off his t-shirt and bundled it up and put it under her head. "Relax, I will be back soon. Contemplate your lapse in your trust in my love. Think about how you will find forgiveness in your heart."

Donna lay back and looked up through the green leaves at the blue sky. High above a hawk glided in lazy circles, working the ascending air currents to gain altitude. Donna knew that once it was high enough it would head away, riding the wind on rigid wings to some far destination. For the tiniest of instants she looked down from its vantage point, seeing the expanse of dark forest, the tiny lake shining up like a sapphire, and her pale golden figure on display on the edge of the emerald meadow.

Bob returned and knelt by her side. Donna's eyes widened when she saw that he was wearing leather gloves and in one hand he carefully carried a handful of greenery away from his bare arms and torso. In the other hand he held a long flexible willow branch, trimmed into a sturdy switch. "Look, my goddess; look at what our mother has been so kind to put into my path. She has placed the instrument of your absolution in my hands." Donna nodded and swallowed nervously as she looked at the stinging nettles with dread. It was not the first time that Bob had used nettles and she clearly remembered the pain and then the infuriating itching and burning that took hours to subside.

Carefully plucking one leaf at a time, Bob rubbed and pressed them against her nipples. Donna closed her eyes and forced herself to relax as the sensation of the stings turned her skin to fire. As each second passed the feeling increased instead of eased, Donna opened her eyes and stared down at her swollen red nipples, the need to rub and scratch at them becoming maddening. When he touched a fresh leaf to her labia and then to the tender flesh around her anus a tiny whimper of apprehension vibrated in her throat.




Finding Happiness Ch. 07



Soon Donna was twisting and fighting at the ropes, the overwhelming itching and burning that tormented her nipples and crotch becoming an agony she could not bear. She knew from past experience that the only thing that would ease her misery was to eclipse one sensation with another, using either pain or pleasure to override the itch. For the first time she begged, "Oh god, Bob, it itches."

Bob knelt between her feet and nodded. "Yes, my goddess, I know. It will for a while. You forgot something very important. You forgot you are my goddess and that I am your Master. You doubted my love for you." He stood and carefully put the nettles to one side and took off his gloves. As he picked up the willow switch he tipped his head at one side and said in his soft neutral tone. "Perhaps this will scratch that itch. Do you want to see if it helps?"

Donna squirmed and whimpered, "Yes, yes please."

Bob carefully trailed the end of the willow switch along the inside of her thigh, slowly trailing toward the red and welted skin and the lightly tickling at the stings. Donna flinched and whimpered, but she strained and raised her hips up off the ground, forcing herself to arch up, offering her cunt to the blow she knew was soon to fall, the pain she craved.

Again she begged, "Please."

Bob began to lightly snap the switch along the insides of her thighs and then on the reddened flesh. Sometimes pausing and reaching up and teasing at her nipples with the same gentle tentative taps. Donna was surging and lunging up at the sensation, begging for more, soft incoherent babbles pleading for the stronger pain to override the unbearable itching that was tormenting her. "Oh god, harder, please harder. Make it hurt. Fuck, please hit me harder."

As the blows became more exacting Donna groaned in relief, the pain being infinitely more preferable than that pernicious itch that was tearing at her sanity. "Oh god yes, that feels so good. Don't stop."

Bob worked his way up and down the inside of each of her thighs and then would move to her breasts. Each blow made her jerk and gasp in pain, but the alternative was worse and whenever he slowed she began to wail in panic, begging him to continue. Finally he began to carefully snap the willow switch against the red swollen skin of her labia and lower on the stinging tissues around her puckered brown star. Donna's cries took on a frenzied excitement as she urged him to continue. 

Her whole body was drenched in sweat and her muscles rigid and trembling. Bob's voice was gentle as he urged her to completion, "Come for me, my goddess. Let your pleasure bring your forgiveness to you." 

Donna cried out in a hoarse voice, "Oh yes, love," as she succumbed to wave after wave of her climax. Bob did not abandon her, continuing to rhythmically snap the willow switch against her very center, not stopping until she was completely spent, limp and gasping on the ground.

Donna came to her senses with the sensation of coldness being pressed against her groin and she craned her neck to see that Bob was tenderly washing her, using an extra handkerchief and some of the icy lake water. Donna knew that the cold was only a temporary balm and would not cure the stings that were lodged in her flesh, but at least it would wash any of the stinging cells that may have been left on the surface of her skin. Already the itching was starting again and she squirmed against the ropes that still bound her.

"Oh god, it's starting again."

Bob leaned down from his position between her legs and pressed his mouth to her skin. After the cold his tongue felt like a burning brand and as he sucked her swollen labia and clitoris into his mouth Donna cried out at the sudden change in sensation. The heat of his mouth was amazing and the rush of excitement was more than she could encompass. Her whole cunt felt like it was on fire and the only thing that could ease her agony was this. The exquisite sensation of his mouth, both soothing and stimulating, lifted and tossed her. Almost instantly she was coming again, long deep convulsions of pleasure that seemed to come from deep within her.

Each time she would come to earth again and lay gasping for air, Bob would lift his mouth from her and ask, "Again?" And Donna would mutely nod in desperation.

Donna did not know how long they lay entwined in this embrace, this struggle to outlast the peak of her torment until the itching subsided to an endurable level. She did not know how many times she begged for Bob's kiss upon her tormented flesh. It could have been as little as an hour, but it seemed like an eternity. 

When she finally said, "Enough, I can't take anymore. Please untie me." Bob nodded solemnly and quickly freed her. Donna raised her wrists to her face and grimaced at the deep red marks where she had struggled against her bindings. Bob carefully massaged her arms and legs, helping her stretch and bend to loosen creaky joints and then helped her to stand. Donna staggered on shaky legs toward the water and waded out into the icy lake and sat down with the water up to her neck. 

The freezing water numbed her whole body and rinsed the sweat from her skin. When she could no longer stand the cold, she stood and walked back and knelt at Bob's feet. "Thank you; I don't think anything less would have been enough. You threw me into the fire and the only thing that could save me was your love for me."

Bob lifted her to her feet and pulled her icy cold body against his, warming and sheltering her. "I knew it was the right thing when our mother put it in my path. She gave me the poison knowing that I was the antidote."

Together they walked to the tarp and dried off using Bob's t-shirt and pulled on her clothes. They cuddled in the late afternoon sun and fed each other small bites of the picnic that Junie had packed for them.

As Donna's body warmed, the itching returned and she squirmed uncomfortably. Bob watched her as she reached down to adjust her shorts. When her hand slipped down inside to worry at the flesh between her legs, he reached down and caught her wrist. "You know that it will just make it worse if you scratch at it." Donna nodded miserably and allowed him to hold her hand.

The evening shadows were long when they got back to the SUV, and it was dark by the time they pulled into the long driveway to their home. Bob nodded in satisfaction at the sight of Junie's little yellow Miata parked in its usual place. 

Donna practically ran into the house and was tearing through the medicine cabinet looking for the anti-itch cream she had purchased last time Bob had decided to use stinging nettles as a punishment. She saw Junie peering into the bathroom, her eyes curious. Junie asked, "Did you get stung?"

Donna nodded, "Sort of, I got into some stinging nettles." She sighed in relief as she spread the lotion on her nipples and then began to apply it liberally between her legs. 

Junie looked confused, "How did you get stung there? Don't you know what stinging nettle looks like?"

Donna laughed, "Oh, darling Junie, it was not an accident. Our Master is not one to pass up any way to drive us crazy. I am sure you will find out some day."

Bob's voice came from the door way. "Actually let's find out something right now. Come here, Junie." He had on the leather gloves and was unwrapping some wilted green leaves. "Hold out your arm. I just want to make sure you are not allergic." As Junie obediently held out her arm he pushed back her sleeve and rubbed one of the leaves on the skin of the inside of her wrist. 

Junie flinched slightly at the first stinging sensation, "I don't think I am. I got into stinging nettle a few times as a youngster and did not have any bad reactions." She ran a finger tip across the quickly rising welts on her wrist. "It hurts a little, kind of a burning pain but nothing too bad."

Donna laughed, "Well, it is a lot worse on your cunt and ass. And the worst part is the itching. That comes later."

Junie's eyes got a little big. "I bet."

Bob threw the wilted nettle leaves into the garbage and took his gloves off. "You look like you survived. How was your day?"

Junie smiled, "It was a long day that's for sure. I am exhausted. I decided to tell Mary straight away that sometimes I have problems with going to new places. I warned her that I might be really nervous. She was really nice about it. Somehow just telling her took a lot of the anxiety away. We talked so much about sewing and babies on the way to Seattle. I didn't even have a chance to get too nervous."

Bob nodded, "I knew you could do it just fine."

Junie giggled nervously, "Well, I don't know about fine. But I did it. I was scared a lot of the time. When I started to find excuses to wait in the car, Mary was really sweet and talked me into going into the store. She did all the talking to the people."

Donna stood up and pulled on a robe. "I am starving. What is on the dinner menu?"

Junie smiled a tired smile, "I have a tamale pie in the oven, ready to eat, and a big green salad in the refrigerator, Ma'am."

Donna put an arm around Junie as they walked into the kitchen, "Darling girl, you are a treasure. You had your big day and yet you have a wonderful dinner all ready for us."

Junie yawned and then shrugged as she set the table, "I made it yesterday. I knew I would be exhausted today. Being around new people and places always wears me out."

"Have you been home long?"

"Not really, I got back only an hour or so before you. I did stop for a while at Mary's house, helping her unload her stuff, before I came back and I was worried that you would be home waiting for dinner. When you weren't home I was a little worried something may have happened to you."

Donna laughed a rueful laugh and tenderly held her crotch in her hands. "Oh something did happen all right."

Junie frowned in concern and looked down at the rash on her wrist. "Is there anything I can do to help you feel better?" She cautiously ran a finger across it and then idly scratched it lightly. 

Donna cautioned her. "Don't scratch it. You will just make it worse. I am feeling lots better now. You can help me put on some more of that lotion later on tonight and it should be almost all better by morning. For me, a rash from nettles only lasts about eight hours. We will have to see how your skin reacts."

Junie obediently pulled her fingers away from the red bumps on her wrist and made a small face, "I see what you mean about the itching."

As they ate dinner Donna asked Junie about her trip some more. "Did you buy lots of nice fabric?"

Junie laughed, "I could have easily bankrupted myself, but I did get some things. I got some nice satin brocade for our corsets, something to make curtains with for my windows, and some canvas for that swing Bob and I were talking about. I also picked up some bones and busks."

Bob spoke up, "Bones?"

Junie laughed, "In the old days they used whale bone in corsets. It's all steel and plastic now, but they still call them bones. A busk is the fastener that goes down the middle that the laces go on." Junie looked thoughtful. "One of the women at the wholesale store told Mary that there was a demand for custom corsets, especially for large sized women. Mary said she thought it would be a great way to make a little money."

Donna looked up, "You go ahead and make ours and see how much of your time it takes up. I don't want you locking yourself up in your sewing room all day long with that demon television."

June giggled, "I haven't even bought it yet." She forced her face into a more solemn expression, "Yes, Ma'am, it was just something someone said. I guess I was just thinking out loud. I would never do anything that would interfere with my duties here with you. I guess I just liked the idea of maybe having my sewing hobby pay for itself a little." Her last words were a little wistful. Junie forced her tone to lighten and changed the subject away from her disappointment. "Anyway I have a ton of projects here to get done with before I could think about doing anything like that. I was thinking about asking you if you would like me to go through your closet and maybe alter some of your lawyer clothes into something a little more fun to wear."

Donna made a face. "I don't care what you do with those things. I hate them."

Junie laughed, "Well, I can't make them worse then and maybe you will like them better when I am done."

Bob put down his fork and sighed, "Another fine meal, Junie, thank you. I am going to go out and take the dogs out for one last walk, though I don't think they have all that much energy to burn off. After that I think I will turn on the hot tub. I feel like taking a soak."

Donna made a pot of coffee as Junie efficiently loaded the dishwasher and wiped off the counters. As Junie put the leftover tamale pie in the refrigerator she commented, "This will be good with poached eggs in the morning."

Donna pulled up a chair and climbed up to look on a high shelf in the pantry. Junie looked in the door, "What are you looking for, Ma'am?" "I know I had a bottle of Irish cream liqueur in here somewhere." Donna's voice was frustrated. 

Junie laughed, "Oh yes, I put all the alcoholic beverages in the cabinet over the refrigerator. It is in the front row."

As Donna moved the step stool into the kitchen, she asked, "How do you remember where it is in the cupboard?"

Junie giggled, "It all comes from being compulsive, Ma'am. Its brand name starts with 'B' and they are alphabetized."

It was Donna's turn to laugh. "Alphabetized? I would have thought it would be by size or color." She looked in wonder at the sparkling clean bottles, arranged in neat rows in the cupboard.

Junie was giggling almost continually, "Oh, it could have been. But I did that when the FBI men were here and I was feeling especially orderly that day." Junie paused and thought out loud, "I wonder how Monica is doing? I should write her again." Then she laughed again. "Man, I can tell I am tired; my mind is all over the place."

As the coffee pot was finishing the last soft little familiar gurgles of its brew cycle, Junie got out some mugs and stood looking at them bemused, "You know what I am in the mood for is iced coffee. Do you and Bob like iced coffee?"

"I don't know. I have had some iced coffees that I thought were good and others that were too sweet. Go ahead and make up three and we will try them out. Remember, Bob is not a big one for sweets after dinner."

Junie had a tray with three tall, ice filled tumblers and a pitcher filled with a rich creamy coffee mixture and another filled with ice water ready to carry out to the hot tub when Bob came in. She poured a glass of iced coffee and offered to him. "Taste this and tell me what you think."

Bob sipped it and nodded, "This is good." He headed towards his bedroom, "The hot tub is going good. Get us some towels and come on out."

Junie quickly carried out the tray with the drinks to the deck and then scampered down the stairs to take off her clothes and grab the towels from the laundry room. By the time she was back both Bob and Donna were already sitting chest deep in the gently bubbling water sipping on their iced coffees. Donna raised her glass to Junie. "Splendid idea this iced coffee. I can taste the Irish cream in it."

Junie sighed as she eased herself into the hot water and tucked herself under Bob's arm. "Oh, this feels so good. But I think I could fall asleep and drown if I am not careful."

Donna laughed, "You and me both, sister. Today was a big day. Let's plan for an easier one tomorrow." 

*

You might recognize this story as one I had up in the past, under the titled Northwest Hunters. I took it down for revision and a brief flirtation with possible publication.

Book One of Northwest Hunters, title Joining the Circle is already posted.

Thank you for taking the time to read my story. Please take the time to rate and leave a comment if the spirit moves you.

Enjoy

xantu



Finding Happiness Ch. 08



Chapter 8: Facing Anger

"You have mail, Sweet Junie. Your friend Monica has written you back." 

Junie held the small envelope uncertainly in her hand, looking at the rounded childlike handwriting on the outside. She looked at Bob and then Donna. "Is it okay for me to read this or do you want to see it first?"

Donna laughed, "Junie, just read the letter. Show it to us later or read it to us if you wish."

Junie ripped open the letter and unfolded the lined notebook paper.

Dear Junie,

I was so happy to get your letter. I still have it with me all the time. I read it over and over again. Thank you so much for writing me back.

I am going back to the hospital next week for my last surgery. Sometimes I don't know if it is worth all the pain, letting them cut me open again just like that man did, just to try and put the pieces back into the right places. I feel like a jigsaw puzzle and I wonder what the picture will look like when they get done.

I am sorry if I sound a little down. It's just that the pain from the surgeries always brings back the feelings of terror. When he had me and was hurting me, at first I was afraid he was going to kill me and then I wanted nothing more than to die. I just wished he would hurry up and kill me. Last time when I was waking up from the anesthesia I thought I was back there with him, tied up, I could see him there in front of me with that knife and all the blood, my blood.

Anyway, my Mom says this is the last time. I think I am doing this for her as much as for me. Somehow in her head she has this idea if we can fix my body that my heart will be mended as well. She talks all the time that I will still be able to have children. And for me the whole idea of trusting someone enough to let them touch me seems beyond understanding. And who would want this jigsaw puzzle of a girl?

It seems like this is all I can think about lately. The doctors have given me some pills that are supposed to cheer me up, but they don't seem to be working very well. Sometimes I look at that bottle of pills and wonder what would happen if I take all of those pills at the same time.

I find myself wanting to say I am sorry over and over again in this letter. Sorry for only having sad things to say. Sorry for not being brave. Forgive me.

Monica

Junie had tears running down her cheeks when she handed the letter to Donna with a trembling hand. Donna looked at it and exclaimed, "Junie, this is a suicide note." Junie nodded mutely. 

Donna looked up sharply. "Bob, where is that number for that FBI Agent Gold. He will be the easiest to reach on short notice. He will know how to get a hold of Agent Durant."

Bob pulled the card from his wallet and handed it to Donna. He had a reserved look on his face. "If the girl is that sad, is it our place to interfere with her choice to move on?"

Junie looked at him in shock and Donna frowned. "Bob, she is not in her right mind. She is in no position to make that decision for herself. Anyway she has to stay in this world long enough to put that monster away in a cage." 

She turned to the phone and began to talk. "Agent Gold, I am glad I could get a hold of you. Junie has been corresponding with Monica Bond and she just got a letter that sounds like Monica is at risk for suicide. She mentioned contemplating taking an overdose of some medicine that the doctors have prescribed to help her with her moods."

Donna nodded and listened for a while. "Good, we will wait to hear from you." She hung up and spoke, "He is going to call Agent Durant and one of them will get back to us." Junie was still staring at Bob in shock. "How could you say that? What did you mean 'move on'?" Her voice shook with horror.

Bob looked up in surprise, his voice was gentle. "Junie, it is not our way to stand in the way of another's choices. I believe it is everyone's right to choose to live or die according to their own wishes. Death is not an ending; it is merely a step along the path. If she cannot find happiness here, if she cannot see the beauty around her, if she cannot sense infinity in this existence, perhaps she will find it in her next."

Junie blinked and shook her head. "I don't understand. She is just a baby. She is so hurt."

Donna interrupted, "You are right, Junie. She is not able to make a sound decision about something as serious as ending her life. But Bob is right too. Once she is calmer and is in her right mind, we should not stand in the way of a choice that is ultimately hers to make."

Donna turned to look at Bob. "Honey, this is not a time for a lesson of this sort. Junie is too emotionally involved in this girl's tragedy to be able to listen without protesting."

Donna turned to Junie, "As far as Agent Gold knew, Monica has done nothing to hurt herself yet. He said that they would make sure she did not hurt herself. You should write her back. She needs support even more now."

Dear Monica,

Sweet darling girl, please, please don't give up on being brave now. You have made it so far and I guess you are feeling so sad and scared that you cannot see that. 

I have to confess that when you wrote to me in your letter about thinking about taking those pills I knew that you were thinking about giving up. And I cannot sit back and let you hurt yourself. My Mistress called the FBI and let them know what you said. I am sorry if that was a betrayal, but once again I refuse to sit back and not do anything.

Monica, if those pills are not making you feel happier, get some better ones. You are still filled with the fear that that evil man put into your heart. At first you were afraid of death, but now you are afraid of life. I don't know for sure how or when, but I do know that you will start to feel happier if you will let that happen. All you have to do is start believing you deserve to feel happy. I believe you will find that in your life. It took me a lifetime, but I found my joy and I know you will too.

Let me tell you a story of a short little fat girl that was so shy she could not go to school most days. She was so completely convinced of her worthlessness that she did not believe she deserved to feel happy. She was married for a while, but the man she tried to love did not know how to love her back. He decided that he could not love her because she was fat. She did not even know for sure what happiness was. She felt it fleetingly when she held her children in her arms, but she believed that happiness came from them. And when they grew up and made their own lives she felt like the world had fallen out from under her feet.

That girl was me. I felt worthless and ugly and useless. For a long time I thought that life was not worth living. I even thought about ending my life for a while. Luckily I still had my children to think of and, even though they were almost all grown up, I could not do that to them. That kept me alive. I am so glad I am alive now. It took a long time for me to find my happiness, but now that I have it, I am glad of everything that happened to me in my life that brought me down this path, even the sad and painful things. If I had it to do all over again I would not change a thing. I like who I am now and I love where my life has brought me.

I am still that same fat shy girl but I am learning to love that about myself. When I look in the mirror I can see the beauty that was always there. You may be a jigsaw girl but you are still beautiful. Nobody can take that away from you.

Write back to me and tell me what hurts. I will listen and I will do everything within my power to help you through this hard time in your life. Don't give up on being brave and, at those times you cannot stand it anymore, promise you will not hurt yourself. Promise me to write it down. Promise me to call someone you trust for help. 

Junie looked up from her writing and looked at Donna. She chewed on her lip and then spoke up, "Ma'am, could I give Monica my cell phone number?"

Donna looked up from her computer, "You don't even use your phone, do you? I have never even seen you use it."

"I haven't been using it much because nobody calls me, but I usually have it with me when I go places. I gave my number to Mary and I think I might start carrying it more. I was thinking of giving the number to Monica to call if she starts feeling down. I told her that she should call a friend if she was thinking about hurting herself. It just occurred to me that I could give her my number."

Donna shrugged, "I don't have a problem with it. Talk to Bob about it, if our Master says it is okay with him, I have no objection."

Junie found Bob in the garage. He was putting up a portable kennel. Her eyes were curious. "What are you making?"

"A whelping kennel, Honey is getting close enough that I want her to start spending her time in here. She needs to start feeling like this is her place, her den. And she is getting far enough along that she is starting to want to find a place to be away from the rest of the pack. I will have her start sleeping here soon."

Junie was hesitant to talk to Bob about Monica. His words about respecting Monica's choice to die still rolled around inside her head. In some ways she could understand what he meant, but it felt so wrong to apply that way of thinking to this situation. She wondered if it was her own journey, her own dark time when she had contemplated that choice and made the choice for life, that made her want to fight to save the life of this wounded child. Or if it was just the fact that Monica was so young, like a child, that made his words seem so wrong. Junie was also intensely aware that her impulses and emotions around this issue made her question her blind obedience to his words and that frightened her a little too.

As she watched him, she inhaled to ask him about the cell phone and then found herself catching the words in her mouth, hesitating and then letting the air out softly. Bob paused briefly in his task and looked at her curiously and then returned to his task. Again she took the breath and then found herself stopping, tension building in her belly. Bob did not even turn from his task but his voice was sharp, "What is it that is so hard to say?"

Junie flinched and fought down an impulse to turn and walk away. "Um... I was writing back to Monica and I was wondering if it would be permitted to give her my cell phone number? Donna said it was okay with her, if it was okay with you."

Bob stood and turned to face Junie. "And that was so hard to say?"

Junie stood nervously and nodded uncertainly, her eyes shifting. "I guess so."

"But it was not everything that was in your heart was it?"

Junie shook her head miserably. "No, Master, it wasn't. I am just so angry at you for saying that."

Bob continued to working on his task, "Why do you think the life of this girl is so important to you?"

Junie felt the anger rising in her. "Because she is so young and has so much to live for."

"Tell me what she has to live for, this girl you have never met and have only gotten three short letters from. How do you know her so well that you are willing to decide her fate?"

Junie wanted to scream at him that he shouldn't ask questions like that; that he should know better than her that there was hope for happiness for everyone. "She is so young. She could still get well. She has her whole life in front of her. She could find love, get married, and have children. She could do so many things."

"But you don't know that for sure and you are willing to let your hopes dictate her destiny."

Junie stood up and whirled around to leave, her voice choked with rage and confusion, "I can't talk about this anymore." She hurried toward the door, fleeing toward the house.

His hand on her shoulder brought her up short and spun her around. His voice was a growl, "I am not done talking with you, girl. Don't you ever, ever walk away from me like that again." His blue eyes blazed into hers. "Now come back here and help me with this fucking dog kennel." His fingers dug into the flesh of her shoulder as he propelled her into the garage in front of him. 

His voice was sharp, "I am going to ask you a question, but I don't want you to rush to answer it. I want you to take your time and think carefully about the answer. In fact, I don't want you to speak at all until I tell you to. Why do you think that the life of this girl is so important to you?"

Having the safety of not being able to speak the words that flooded her mind made it possible to stay in the garage. At first all she could think about was how Bob just did not understand, that he of all people should understand. She knew her feelings were showing clearly on her face and made no effort to hide them. Keeping her lips pressed together and falling into the role of assistant, she efficiently handed Bob the tools as he asked for them.

Soon they had an eight by eight square of chain link fencing set up in one corner of the workshop with a wooden box in one corner. Bob stepped back and looked over the work and nodded. "The box gives her the feeling of being in a protected place. She will be more willing to whelp in an enclosed place. The lid comes off so we can access the inside more easily." Junie knelt and peered inside the four foot square box. There was a six inch lip along the bottom of the doorway. "That keeps the puppies from squirming out. Come help me get some cedar chips to make a bed in there." 

Junie held the handles of the wheelbarrow as Bob filled it. He left her to transfer the cedar into the whelping box. Junie was still lifting and throwing big handfuls of the cedar into the box when Bob returned with Honey slowly waddling behind him. "I want you to stay in here with her. Sit with her; it will help her get used to the space. Take the time to think." He put Honey into the kennel and closed the gate.

Junie watched him go and for a second she felt a wave of rage that he was walking away from her. Honey pushed her nose under Junie's hand begging for some attention. Junie sighed, sat down on the cold concrete floor and propped her back up against the box. Honey lay down beside her and pushed her nose under Junie's hand. Both of them heaved a big sigh. Junie put her hand on Honey's swollen flank and felt a flutter of movement as one of the puppies stretched and twisted in the womb. Junie felt a rush of wonder and excitement. 

Bob found them there, curled up together. Junie's hand was still on Honey's flank. When he opened the gate both of them looked up and Junie smiled a radiant smile. "You can feel the puppies moving."

Bob returned her smile. "Yes, you can. Junie, have you thought about my question?"

A shadow fell over Junie's face and she nodded sadly. "Yes, Sir."

"And do you have an answer to why the life of this girl so important to you?"

"It is important because it could have been me."

"You mean attacked and hurt?"

"Well, that too I guess, but I meant it could have been me that committed suicide."

"Donna and I read what you had written so far to Monica. It made me realize where your passion about this subject stemmed from. You identify very strongly with this girl and now she has to face even more of the same demons you did. You confused your own feelings about yourself with your feelings for this girl. What you thought was your anger at me for not caring about Monica was in truth your feeling that I did not care about you."

"It was a hard time for me. Greg, my ex-husband, and I had just called it quits for what was clearly the last time. I was broke and about to lose my apartment and then the kids decided to move in with their Dad. I was unemployed. It felt like there was nothing left for me, that no one cared. I was a failure as a wife, a failure as a mother and a failure at life. I was too terrified to go out and look for a job. I had a bottle of pills that I would look at, too."

"Why did you choose life?"

"I tell myself it was because I could not stand the idea of my children living the rest of their lives with the knowledge that their mother had committed suicide in their hearts. And I think that was a big part of it. But also there was a part of me that never stopped believing in happiness."

Bob smiled, "And that is what kept you here with us. And I must admit that I am glad you are here. Go finish your letter to Monica. Give her your phone number. But remember that sometimes even when we try to save someone, that there is nothing we can do. If she is determined, she will find a way."

Junie gulped and nodded, "I know."

Bob put his arm around her and pulled her close. "Now, my Junie, let's discuss your failure to trust me. It was a lapse that must be addressed. You knew that this subject was fraught with feeling because of your past, but you chose to keep this from me."

Junie had no question in her mind what he meant. She had fought him every inch of the way with this struggle. She had been so angry with him for not understanding and yet she had not communicated the truth with him. It was true she had focused her rage at the unfairness of her suffering at him and her perception that he did not care. That was it, she had wanted to die because she had believed no one cared about her anymore and she had let herself believe this about him.

"Yes, Master, I did not trust your wisdom. I just wanted to make you listen to me and I was not listening to you. I wanted you to understand, but I did not tell you the truth. I tried to believe you did not care." Junie sighed, "That is why I contemplated death. I started thinking that no one cared."

Bob shook his head. "What is it with you two that you both doubt my love for you in such a short time?" 

Junie's brow wrinkled with a puzzled frowned and looked at him in confusion. "Both of us?"

Bob laughed and shook his head. "Let's just say that your Mistress had her little storm of doubt as well, but that is in the past and all is forgiven. Now we must bend our minds to you finding your forgiveness. But first you finish your letter and we will eat dinner, then we will deal with atonement."

Junie gulped and nodded. "Yes, Sir."

She did not add much more to the letter, just her cell phone number, and when she signed her name she wrote, 'Don't stop believing in happiness'."

Junie could hardly eat, the food seemed to have no flavor and she could hardly force down more than a few bites. Her eyes kept straying to Bob, wondering what was going to happen. When he slid his chair back and stood, she flinched and dropped the fork she was using to push the food around on her plate. Bob looked at her with a measuring eye, "I am going to go take the dogs for a walk. Clean up and then go to your room."

Junie found herself sitting on the foot of her bed, swinging her feet, bumping her heels over and over. She felt a delicious wave of dread when she heard Bob come into the back door to the basement. Her heart had been racing and her cunt had been throbbing ever since Bob had spoken of atonement. She bit the inside of her lip to force her face to look serious and remorseful, trying to hide her growing feelings of curiosity and anticipation. She told herself that Bob was too good at reading her feelings to hide anything and berated herself for not feeling as guilty as she thought she ought to be.

She looked up from her swinging feet to see him standing in the doorway. Her feet slowly stopped their swinging and hung still. Bob came and sat down on the foot of her bed beside her and began to swing his feet. Junie looked down at his feet, as they bumped the bed. His voice was soft, "Junie, you seem to be acting a little childish at times lately." 

"I guess so."

"It is not surprising, I guess. It is a natural outgrowth of accepting authority, giving up that control to another."

Junie found her legs starting to swing in synch with his, her eyes mesmerized by the rhythm. Her voice was soft and bemused. "Is that it?"




Finding Happiness Ch. 08



"It may be one explanation. A child expects her parents to be all powerful, all knowing. A child does not need to explain, to communicate. I expected the protest, but I was surprised at the rage that I sensed from you, Junie. It is not an emotion you show the world very often."

"It was weird, I was so mad at you. I kept thinking that you were being so callous."

"Well, little girl, when you were little and you were bad, how were you punished?"

Junie's feet froze. "Usually I was just sent to my room. But there was one time when I did not come home. I was at a neighbor kid's house. We were playing, hiding under her bed and I fell asleep. It was way after dark when I woke up and went home." Her voice was quivering, "My dad was so angry at me."

"What did he do to you?"

"He yelled a lot, yelled that I had upset my mother so much that I had made her sick. He had picked me up and was holding me in his hands. I can still see his face, all purple, and the way he looked scared me so bad. He had this rage in his eyes. Then he put me over his knee and spanked me." Junie choked down a sob. "He spanked me and spanked me and spanked me. And all the time he yelled at me how bad and stupid I was. How I had hurt my mother."

"Where was your mother?"

Junie took a deep shaky breath. "I don't know. She was not there. I know that at the time I thought I had killed her."

"How old were you then?"

"I don't know, eight or nine."

"Did he ever do that again?"

"No, my dad worked a lot and my mom was the one who did most of all of the discipline for me and my brothers. She would just send me to my room. That was the only time anyone had spanked me until I came to you."

"So, little girl, when your mother sent you to your room, did it work?"

"Work, Sir?"

"Did you learn your lesson? Did you improve your behavior?"

"Yes, I guess so. I wasn't a very bad kid."

Bob laughed, "And you have not been a very bad sub." His blue eyes sparkled, "Yet."

Junie looked down at their swinging feet. "So, what now?"

"Now, little girl, you are sent to your room."

Junie's head jerked up and she looked at him in protest. "What?"

"You are sent to your room." His voice was firm. "And that means your bedroom, not your sewing room. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir." Her voice was petulant. Suddenly there was nothing she wanted less than to be sent to her room. She realized she had been looking forward to being punished. That she had been squirming in delicious terror at the prospect of writhing and screaming as Bob exacted some terrible toll for her transgressions.

Bob's voice continued. "You will only leave your room to use the bathroom. Then you will return to your room."

Again Junie felt another wave of rage; she wanted to scream that this was not fair. "Yes, Sir." She could not keep the disappointment from her voice.

"You were hoping for a little more drama, weren't you?"

"Yes, Master."

"Well, you aren't getting any drama." Bob got up and walked out of her room and closed the door. Junie gave a frustrated wail and threw herself down on her bed. 

It was very late in the night when the realization that she was going to be spending the night alone in her oversized bed hit her. For the first time she began to cry, soft bitter tears of self-pity. She did not fall asleep until the night sky began to lighten with the first promises of dawn. 

Her watch said it was after 10:00 a.m. when she woke. When she opened her bedroom door to go to the bathroom she saw the tray on the floor next to her door. A bowl of cold oatmeal sat next to two dry looking pieces of toast. The only thing that looked the slightest bit appetizing was the glass of orange juice. The message was clear. She was not done.

Junie quickly used the bathroom and carried the tray into her room. She nibbled on the dry toast and sipped the room temperature orange juice. She stopped chewing when she heard someone walk across the floor over her head. From the stride she knew it had to be her Master. A pang of longing stabbed through her. Suddenly she missed him so much; it was like a knife in her heart. This time her tears were tears of sadness. The row of windows that let light into her room ran in a narrow band along the top of the wall. Lying on her bed she could see the gray sky. The lack of activity was beginning to wear on her. She had rearranged her closet at least twice, cleaned and dusted using spit and tissues and even found herself on her hands and knees polishing the floor with one of her socks. But her room had already been spotless and she knew there was little point to her obsessive cleaning other than trying to keep her mind occupied, and the senseless repetitive motions held no solace for her now.

She tried to force herself to fall asleep, but even that eluded her. Idly, she slipped her hand down between her legs, retreating into old habits. During her years alone it had always been difficult to sleep and this was one way to silence the sadness and left her in a soft relaxed state that made sleep easier to find. A small nagging voice worried at her, wondering if this was forbidden behavior. She argued with herself that neither Bob nor Donna had said she could not do this. 

She lay on her back, her hand moving slowly inside her panties, her mind taking her back to her old fantasy, once again a captive of a band of men, being forced against her will to do things. This time they were forcing her to have sex with another woman. As her orgasm approached she let her eyes drift closed and smiled softly when the face of the woman was Donna's face, she sighed and let the orgasm flow through her.

Still warm and tingling, she kept her fingers pressed against her flesh, easing the last tremors from her cunt. When she opened her eyes, an icy wave of terror erased any pleasure she had felt as she saw Bob standing outside her window looking down at her, a small frown on his face. Junie guiltily snatched her hand out from between her legs. Her eyes sought out his face pleading for forgiveness. When he shook head and turned and walked away, she felt a wave of despair. A deep sob shook her, and then another. Junie huddled on her bed and rocked herself as she wept the deep wracking sobs of desolation.

Her throat was raw and her head aching, but she had no tears left to shed when she heard a soft rap on her door. When she opened it Donna was standing there with another tray. Donna's voice was clipped and cool. "Give me your tray from breakfast."

Junie's fought the impulse to throw herself on the floor. As she handed the tray to Donna, she spoke her voice hoarse from crying, "Thank you, Ma'am." Her voice quivered and cracked. "I am sorry, Ma'am. Can you tell him I am sorry?"

Donna's icy gaze softened for an instant, "He knows."

It was almost dark when Donna came back to her room. "Junie, go take a shower and come upstairs for dinner."

A wave of relief and uncertainty came over her. "Yes, Ma'am." Junie looked pleadingly up at Donna, "Ma'am, are you mad at me?"

Donna tipped her head to one side. "Mad? No, I am not angry with you, Junie. But it is our Master's decision to keep you in your room. It is not my place to speak with you about that." Donna turned and walked away. Junie could not help whispering out loud her second question. "Is he?"

Junie hurriedly showered and brushed her teeth. Suddenly shy and unsure of her welcome, she crept upstairs. When she peeked out of her door she could see Bob seated at the table and Donna moving around the kitchen. A wave of sadness and remorse almost made her turn and flee to her room. The memory of his face looking through the window and her strong intuition that she had violated an unspoken rule when she had indulged in masturbation while she was being punished made her feel sick to her stomach.

She stood frozen in the doorway. Unable to force her feet to move forward and knowing she could not retreat, she stood swaying, her eyes locked on her Master's face looking for some sign. She wanted anything, his anger or his forgiveness, anything would be better than this not knowing what was in his heart.

Donna looked up and snapped impatiently. "Junie, come sit."

"Yes, Ma'am." Junie walked quickly and sat down, trying to shrink into herself, wanting to just disappear. Too afraid to look up, she stared at her plate, her hands clasped and twisting in her lap, blinking back tears.

Donna put a quick meal of venison steak, brown rice and salad on the table. She filled Bob's plate and then her own. Last she served Junie. Junie ate slowly, forcing herself to chew and swallow, not even noticing the flavor of the food as Bob and Donna spoke to each other about their day. When they had finished eating, Junie stood and began to clear the table and Bob spoke to her for the first time, "No Junie, leave that."

A whimper of sadness at being denied her duties made her throat ache. She froze and slowly put the plates back down on the table. Her voice was quavering, "Yes, Master." Again her eyes sought out his face, searching for some clue as to how he was feeling. She flinched back to find him staring intently at her, his expression very thoughtful. The tone of his voice was neutral, "Tell me, Junie, how you are feeling."

A cascade of remorse and fear roared through Junie's body, shaking her, driving her to her knees. Again she found herself completely at the mercy of a storm of tears, deep sobs shaking her whole body. She tried to talk, to speak of her desperate need for his forgiveness, but all she could do was stammer and repeat over and over through her tears, "Sorry, sorry, sorry..."

Bob was still, and she could feel his eyes looking down at her. When her tears waned to a soft series of hiccups, she swallowed and tried again. "I am sorry, Master. I feel bad. I am so sorry that I did not tell you about the time I thought about hurting myself. At first, when we were writing to each other on the internet I did not tell you because I was afraid you would not want me if you thought I was a depressed, suicidal person. And I told myself that that was all in the past and it is. But it did influence how I felt about your words about Monica and it distorted my thinking and behavior towards you."

Junie took a deep breath and forced herself to look up at him and forced out in a quivering voice, "Master, I should not have touched myself like that without knowing I had your blessing to find my own pleasure. I told myself that you had not said no, but in my heart I knew that it was probably wrong and I did it anyway. I was so bored and lonely, but that is no excuse. You spoke of me acting like a child and you are right, I was just thinking about myself." Her voice cracked and broke, "Please, forgive me."

Bob stood quietly looking down at her. When he finally spoke his voice was soft, "And that is the essential quality of a child, being the center of their own universe, seeing everything revolving around them and needing to know they hold that place even in the hearts of their parents." 

He turned to walk away. Junie felt another wave of grief threaten to overwhelm her, when he paused, and called back over his shoulder, "Junie, put on some shoes and come with me."

Junie tore down to her room and was back upstairs in less than a minute. She raced out to find him standing looking at the dark sky. Calling to the dogs he strode off and she followed, her shorter legs hurrying to keep up. Bob did not speak, but to just be out of the house walking with him was a balm to her growing fears that she would never be forgiven. A thought spun randomly through her mind, she had never known if her father had ever forgiven her either. Her breath caught in her throat at the realization. Again she was putting the fears and confusions from her past onto her Master. 

Her voice was soft as they walked, "Master, may I ask some questions?"

"Go ahead."

"You speak of me acting like a child and you are completely right, but more than that I am not just being generally childish, I seem to be going through a lot of the same feelings and stuff that I experienced as a child. It's like I am regressing almost. And the frightening thing is I am catching myself applying many of the feelings I had about my father to my relationship with you. You are nothing like my father, but I keep reacting emotionally to you, like I did to him. I don't understand why."

"Junie, you do not need to know why you do something to be self-aware and in control of yourself."

Junie felt a wave of frustration that he had not answered her question and ignored the message in his words. "But how can you change it if you don't understand why?" 

Bob did not speak for a while and then responded, "Understanding is not always the key to change."

An irrational conviction that Bob knew exactly why and was refusing to tell her seemed to loom up inside Junie and once again she felt that frightening little flash of anger. Her voice was a soft whine, "Why won't you tell me?"

Bob stopped and looked at her, "Tell you what, Junie?"

A flood of emotions seemed to well up inside of her, drowning her. She found herself gasping for air and looking about in a panic. Mindlessly, she turned and took a step away, but then stopped and turned back, forcing herself to stay. She took a deep breath and then carefully exhaled slowly through her open lips. When she could breathe normally again she said, "Master, I don't know what is wrong with me. I feel like I am going crazy."

Bob stood for a while thinking and then took her hand and kept walking. "It is getting pretty dark. Let's head back to the house."

Once they were back inside, and the dogs had settled themselves in their chairs, Junie stood uncertainly looking at Bob, waiting.

When he spoke again, it was a knife in her heart, "Go on back down to your room, Junie."

Her wail of pure rage and grief was loud, "No! Please no! I am sorry." She threw herself on the floor at his feet, wrapping her arms around his legs, pleading. "I am sorry. I will be good. I promise I will be good." 

When he pried her arms off from their desperate embrace and turned and walked away she fell to the floor and lay huddled in a ball weeping. It was Donna that came and stroked the hair from her face and spoke in a soft efficient voice. "Come on, baby, let's get you to bed." Junie passively climbed to her feet and let herself be guided downstairs to her room, soft sobs making her jerk and stagger as she walked.

She stood as Donna pulled her clothing off and let her push her into the bed and cover her up. When she turned to go, Junie reached out and grabbed her hand. Her voice was hoarse, "Please, don't go." Donna paused and then sat down on the edge of the bed, stroking her hair. "Sweet Junie, this is hard for me, too. I miss you, too."

"I don't know what I am doing wrong. I want to do better, but it seems like the harder I try to be good the more confused I am getting. I can't stop being angry." A soft sob bubbled up, "And all I can do is cry all the fucking time. I keep getting these irrational waves of rage and frustration and I can't figure out why and when I asked our Master why he would not tell me."

Donna continued to stroke her hair and laughed, "Darling girl, what makes you think he knows the answers to all your questions?"

A sudden wave of awareness washed through Junie and she giggled through her tears, her first giggle in what seemed days. "Oh my god, Ma'am, that's part of it. I am angry because I want him to know all the answers." Her voice softened and became more thoughtful, "And I desperately need to know he will forgive me. For some reason that has been haunting me, that he might never forgive me."

Donna laughed softly, "Junie, as you learn more and get to know us better, you will learn that we are people. You will learn to trust that our Master is a forgiving man, but will not always say the words. He also frequently does not know all the answers and has an endearing, if somewhat infuriating, habit of making broad philosophical statements to cover this." Donna made a wry smile, "He rarely will admit not knowing something."

Junie giggled again and nodded, "Okay, Ma'am, if you say so." She sobered and asked one last question, "Ma'am, how do you keep from getting mad at him? I have been getting mad a lot lately."

Donna shook her head, "Oh, I get mad. It's normal to get mad. But I am thinking that you are dealing with a lifetime of denying anger and finally you are getting confident enough to let yourself feel it and it frightens you a little. And you respond to your anger in a childlike manner. Take some time tonight and think about how you have dealt with feeling angry in the past, think about how you are dealing with it now and finally stop and think about the differences. Last of all stop and think about your duties to us."

Donna pulled her hand out of Junie's and stood. "Sleep, little one, and when you wake up come upstairs and make my coffee. Focus on your duties and stop trying so hard to be good. I need my giggly girl back in my kitchen."

"Yes, Ma'am." Their little talk had calmed her spirit a great deal. She lay for a while and thought about her anger and what Donna had said. She knew that her mother had never shown anger and that displays of temper were strictly forbidden. More often than not, when Junie had been sent to her room as a child it had been for any signs of anger. She sighed as she realized how her mother had systematically trained her to retreat instead of facing and dealing with her feelings. She had learned to deny her anger, but had never learned how to deal with it. A tiny thought of dissatisfaction crossed her mind. This being sent to her room by her Master was just more of the same. 

As she lay drifting between waking and sleep Junie felt her body convulse like she was falling, as a realization shot through her. She heaved a big sigh and drifted off to sleep.

You might recognize this story as one I had up in the past, under the titled Northwest Hunters. I took it down for revision and a brief flirtation with possible publication.

Book One of Northwest Hunters, title Joining the Circle is already posted.

Thank you for taking the time to read my story. Please take the time to rate and leave a comment if the spirit moves you.

Enjoy

xantu



Finding Happiness Ch. 09



Chapter 9: Remembering Duty

Junie tried to move silently in the pale, early morning light as she made the coffee. When Bob came out from his and Donna's room, he paused and looked at her, his eyes measuring. Junie smiled and spoke softly, "Good morning. Could I pour you a cup of coffee?"

"Yes, that would be nice." Junie poured the cup full and presented it to him. When he thanked her she smiled and responded, "You are welcome, my Master. I have not remembered to thank you for being my Master for quite a while. I have been lost inside my head. I apologize for that."

"You are still learning, little one."

"And I have a lot to learn. I just want you to know how much I appreciate everything you have taught me."

Bob laughed, "The world is full of lessons."

Junie remembered Donna's words about Bob retreating into philosophy and smiled, letting the soft wave of love roll over her. "So with your permission, I would join you when you take the dogs out for a walk. It looks like a beautiful morning and I have missed your company so much."

When she got back from the walk, Junie carried a cup of coffee into her Mistress's bedroom and carefully put the cup down on the night stand. She softly sang her silly singsong, "Wake up, wake up, you little sleepy head."

When Donna unwound from her little ball, blinked and stretched, "Oh, it is so nice to see you in here, I missed you yesterday. You look much happier today."

Junie nodded, "Thank you for talking with me last night. It got me headed in the right direction. I don't think I could have survived the night without your words."

Donna pulled Junie down beside her in the bed and hugged her tightly. "Sweet Junie, I could see your pain and I could not bear it. I am not sure why our Master did that to you. When I asked him he only would say that he refused to strike a child."

Junie snuggled up close to her Mistress and sighed, "You know that it was true, I was acting pretty childish. I think I never learned how to deal with anger as an adult. As a child I was not permitted to be angry and as an adult I fled from any confrontation. Now when I am finally growing up a little more, I was acting on my anger like I was still a baby." She giggled, "I probably will still do it."

"It takes a lifetime to grow up."

Junie giggled, "I don't think I want to grow up all the way."

Donna gave her a tickle, "Don't worry about that. Nobody around here is quite done growing up." Junie convulsed and squealed with delight. She felt a rush of excitement, her cunt suddenly aching with need. She fell silent and looked at her Mistress suddenly serious, "Oh, Ma'am, I need you so much." Donna laughed, "It has been a while, hasn't it, little one?" 

Junie squirmed against the lithe form of her Mistress, "Yes, Ma'am." Then she paused and asked, "Ma'am, when I had to stay in my room, I masturbated once. I am pretty sure that it wasn't okay, but neither you nor Bob said anything about that before. Is it against the rules for me to play with myself, alone?"

"You are right that it was not okay for you to play with yourself when you are sent to your room. But otherwise, unless specifically told to not come for some specific reason and it does not interfere with your duties to us, I can see no reason to forbid you that, but you must speak to our Master about this as well."

Donna then pushed Junie over onto her back and looked at her with her eyes sparkling, "Like now, I am going to tell you that you cannot come until either Bob or I give you permission. Masturbate all you want, but don't come." Donna picked up her coffee and took a sip and then smiled evilly, "If fact, little one, I want you to take off your clothes and masturbate right now. Play with that cunt of yours, but don't you dare come." 

Junie felt a shudder of excitement and quickly pulled her clothing off, lay back down on her back put her hand down between her legs. 

"Spread your legs wider, Junie, I want to watch you do this." Donna moved to sit between Junie's splayed legs, still sipping from her coffee cup.

Junie looked at her Mistress and slowly rubbed her fingers around and over the hard erect bump of her clitoris. The first touch of her fingertips sent a rush of electric excitement through her, a ripple of pleasure making her thighs jerk and the muscles in her stomach quiver. Donna's face was so close to her that she could feel her breath, cool and maddening, on her heated flesh. Junie struggled to keep her touch light, teasing. She was determined to obey her Mistress, but her excitement was building quickly. The sight of Donna's face hovering so closely to her was intoxicating. A soft whimper of desperation leaked out from Junie's lips and her hand froze for a second as she struggled for control. Donna's voice was throaty, "Don't stop, Junie. I did not say you could stop."

Junie found her body twisting and writhing under Donna's eyes as she forced her hand to continue its relentless massage of her clit, soft grunts and gasps being forced from her lips as she fought to obey. When her body was a sweat drenched arch, rigid and trembling with the agony of denial, Donna relented and said, "Stop, Junie, take your hand away." Even without the stimulation, Junie could feel her clit twitching, teetering on the very edge of exploding. She slowly collapsed to the bed and lay there gasping. Her eyes still locked on Donna's face, she swallowed and groaned out. "Thank you, Ma'am. How else may I serve you?" 

Donna laughed and climbed off the bed. "Come help me take a shower.

Junie found herself tenderly washing her Mistress with trembling hands. Her cunt still spasming and sending pangs of need through her at every touch of her hands to the sweet soft flesh. When Junie knelt and meticulously shaved all trace of stubble from Donna's folds, she leaned in and ran her tongue over the freshly smooth folds to seek out any stray hairs that she might have missed. She felt Donna's hand on her head pushing her lips against her cunt, rubbing her slit up and down against a her face. Donna groaned out, "Lick me, Junie. Make me come." Junie fought down a rush of excitement and eagerly parted the folds, seeking out the prize and seizing it between her teeth, lashing at it with her tongue. 

Donna tensed and then came quickly, long shudders of pleasure shaking her. Again Junie fought to turn her mind from her own clenching cunt and gently eased Donna down from her peak. Donna sighed and pushed Junie's face away. "Watching you play with your cunt was so fucking hot I almost came from just watching you struggle. That was amazing. How are you doing?"

"I am very excited, Ma'am. I really need to come, but I also know that you will give that to me when you decide it is the right time."

"Right you are."

Junie found herself moving slowly, languidly as she went about her duties throughout the day. She was constantly distracted by the continual state of sexual fervor that Donna seemed determined to keep her in. It seemed like Donna had a sixth sense for when the agony of need started to wane. Over and over Junie found herself being directed to strip and masturbate to maddening peaks of unbearable excitement as Donna looked on, only to be stopped at the last second and sent back to her chores. When they sat down for dinner, Junie found herself squirming and distracted. Bob had to ask her twice to pass the salt. Junie shook her head and mumbled an apology, quickly passing the salt, "Sorry, Sir, I am not thinking very clearly." 

Bob just laughed, "Sounds like you girls are having fun."

Junie's eyes bugged out a little and she nodded, her voice was strangled. "Yes, Sir, lots of fun."

Donna's voice was joyful, "Junie, you should show your Master what kind of fun we are having." She pushed the dishes to one side. Bob grabbed his plate and moved back holding it in his hands, and continued to eat as if nothing was going on. "Strip down and climb up here. Show him your poor desperate cunt."

Junie looked up at them in sudden dismay and then stood slowly, pulling off her clothes for what seemed like the twentieth time that day and stepping up on a chair, eased herself onto the table. Donna pushed her to turn so her legs were spread out and her cunt facing Bob as he sat in his chair. Once she was positioned, he calmly put his plate on the table between her legs and saluted her with his fork as he took another bite of his dinner. Donna moved to stand behind him and Junie found herself frozen staring at the two of them as she lay lewdly splayed out before them. 

Donna's voice was merciless, "Junie, you don't need me to tell you what to do. Get started and don't stop until I tell you to stop."

Junie felt herself surrender and she let her head sag back to the table and closed her eyes as her fingers began to work at her cunt. Donna's voice continued to direct. "Junie, lift your knees up and fuck yourself with two fingers, fuck yourself hard and fast." Soon Junie's awareness was contracting down to the sensation of pent up ecstasy and the sound of Donna's voice, directing her. "Okay, now rub your clit with those wet fingers, faster, harder girl." Sharp pangs of agony seemed to radiate from her very center. She found herself pleading for relief or release, soft incoherent babbles of, "Please. Oh god, please. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck..." Her whole body was quivering when Donna's voice cracked, "Stop, Junie."

Junie choked down a sob and pulled her hand away. She lay tense and trembling on the table, her knees still lifted up to her chest, her breath rasping fast and harsh through her clenched teeth. Her eyes were still clenched tightly closed, reluctant to open, to rejoin the world, enduring the slowly waning pangs of frustration.

Bob's voice was conversational, "Some trick, how long have you been denying her?" 

"All day," Donna's voice made her flinch, "Junie, get up off the table and clean up after dinner."

Bob stood and put his plate on the counter. "I will put the dogs to bed."

Junie slowly slid from the table and stood on shaky legs and leaned heavily against it trying to find her balance. She reached down for her clothes with a fumbling hand. Donna's voice was amused, "Don't worry about getting dressed, Junie. After you are done here, come on downstairs. I have some more things in mind." 

Junie shivered and fought down another wave of spasms. Her voice was a croak, "Yes, Ma'am."

Junie had her clothes in her hands as she made her way down to the basement. The sight of Donna nude with the strap on cock jutting out from her groin, taking practice swings with the flogger at the posts of the St. Andrew's Cross, made her freeze, her knees starting to buckle with waves of ecstasy that seemed come up from nowhere. Junie found herself bending over, biting hard on her lip, fighting with every fiber of her soul to regain control. She found herself muttering to herself, "No, no you don't. Not yet. Not fucking yet."

When she could stand again she took a deep shaky breath and walked downstairs, and stood uncertainly looking at the floor, afraid to look up and be assailed by that sight again. Her voice was weak, "You wanted me to come downstairs, Ma'am?"

Donna's voice buzzed with energy. "This thing is amazing, Junie." 

"Yes, Ma'am, I thought so too."

"Put down that stuff and come stand here up against the cross." As Junie dropped her clothes and moved into the room she saw her Master sitting on the chair watching her. Donna saw her eyes go to him and spoke sharply. "You are playing with me tonight, Junie. Look to me tonight." 

Bob's voice was soft. "Yes, Junie, listen to your Mistress."

Donna quickly buckled Junie's wrist and ankle cuffs on and bent down to fasten her ankles to the cross, facing out. The snaps that Bob had put on the cross were widely spaced, forcing her legs to stretch wide, making the insides of her thighs taut. When Donna stepped close and reached up to attach Junie's wrist manacles to the top of the cross, the strap on cock poked obscenely against Junie's belly. Donna laughed and swung her hips from side to side, whipping it back and forth, smacking it against Junie's body. The large plastic dildo thumped into her flesh, making her jump and quiver.

Picking up the flogger Donna stepped back and swung it experimentally in the air a few times and then snapped it across Junie's belly. The blow was tentative and she followed it quickly with a second stronger hit that cracked into her flesh. Junie lurched against her bonds and yelped. Donna laughed and called out, "Yes that's it, Junie. Sing for me." Donna leaned down and kissed the red mark left by the lash and then she swung again, the flogger snapped one of Junie's breasts and then the other. Junie jerked and cried out hoarsely. Again Donna paused and pressed her lips against the place of pain. 

Donna seemed to take delight in Junie's cries and struck again and again, the flogger searing into Junie's inner thigh, her side, her arms. Over and over Donna brought the whip down on Junie's body. And then would caress or kiss, almost feeding on each place as the burning pain built. The flogger in Donna's hands had none of the gradual build that it had in her Master's. The pain was instant and intense, alternating with moments of almost tender intimacy. Junie found herself writhing and screaming under the lash and then sighing and moaning as Donna blessed each lash with a kiss. Soon the blows seemed to single out the juncture of her legs, slapping against her soaking flesh repeatedly. With each kiss Donna's lips and tongue became more insistent, more demanding until Junie was once again struggling against her building excitement. Alternating between screaming and moaning, Junie began to pant and babble, "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck..."

Donna dropped the flogger and laughed delightedly, "Yes, my Sweet Junie, let's fuck." Moving between Junie's legs Donna bent her knees and guiding the dildo with her hand she stood up abruptly, forcing it deep into Junie's cunt. Junie made a strangled grunt and then groaned deep in her chest. Donna grunted too and muttered, "Nice, I like the way your eyes bulged out with that." She lunged again and ground her hips against Junie, staring intently into her face. She growled low in her throat and began to slowly steadily thrust, pulling out and pushing deep with each lunge of her hips. Junie was surging and fighting her restraints, trying to match each one of Donna's plunges into her depths. When Bob's face swam into her field of vision, she blinked and focused, realizing that he had stood and moved close to stand behind Donna. For the briefest of seconds it seemed almost it was him fucking her. Junie felt her control slipping and she groaned out. "I'm sorry, oh god I am coming. I am sorry, I can't stop it." Bob's voice pierced through her consciousness. "Come for us, Junie. You have waited long enough."

Her entire body convulsed against the restraints, her head snapped back and cry of joyous relief rang out. "Oh yes!"

Donna pushed deep, grinding and straining against Junie, her mouth covering Junie's lips, stifling Junie's building moans of ecstasy, seeming to feed on the energy of the sounds leaving Junie's lips as her cries swelled to a crescendo of muffled ululations. Junie lost all awareness of the passage of time; it seemed like she was caught up in a swirling maelstrom, riding the winds of her climax as it lifted and tossed her. It seemed like the dildo filling her was pushing deeper with a single minded intensity, pressing insistently at her cervix, each bump against the entrance of her womb sending lancing pangs of ecstasy that fed the storm of sensations that held her captive.

Bob had to pull Donna away from Junie's body. Junie hung limp, perfectly still except for the occasional spastic shudders that shook her, her head lolling, her mouth hanging slackly open. Donna fought his hands, briefly mindless in her frenzy to return to her, but Bob's voice pierced her madness. "Stop, Donna, stop, she has had enough." He quickly stripped the harness from Donna's hips and pulled her to him, his lips taking hers. When he released her, he growled, "Come to me, my goddess. Come with me." Pushing her to the low bed in the corner he pushed her down on her back and lifted her knees to her chest. 

Donna's eyes were feverish and she called out, "Oh god, yes," as Bob entered her, slamming deep in one practiced thrust. It was Donna's turn to gasp out as she felt herself completely filled. Their union was simple and primitive; Donna wrapped her legs around him and pulled at him, soft urgent growls of passion urging him on. Bob grated out, "Come with me, my goddess," and they crested together.

Bob moved quickly to Junie and checked on her. She had managed to get her feet under her and had her knees locked, but her head still rested on her shoulder, her eyes still half closed. Her eyes fluttered open and a soft smile curved her lips. Her voice was breathless, "Master."

As he unbuckled her restraints she wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face against his chest and sighed. Bob's voice was low, "How are you doing, Junie? Are you all right?"

"Oh yes, Master. Her touch is very different from yours, but I knew it was your hand."

Bob held her closely as she staggered and got control of her legs. He shot a look at Donna curled up on the cot, watching them, his voice was sharp. "A good Mistress should always look to the welfare of her toys. You should finish what you started."

Donna instantly struggled to her feet moved to help him, putting her arms around Junie, murmuring softly, "Sweet Junie, come to bed. Lie down." Together they helped her to her room and onto her bed. Donna began to gently wipe the sweat from Junie's face and body with a damp cloth. Donna whispered gently, "You were very fun to play with today. Thank you for your gift to me."

Junie gave a sleepy giggle, "And, Ma'am, you were very fun to play with too." Her voice was blurred with sleep, "Thank you, Ma'am. I love you."

At breakfast the next morning Bob turned to Donna, "We need to talk a little about last night."

Donna looked up surprised, "I thought things went quite well."

Bob frowned, "When you came to me protesting that keeping Junie in her room was hurting more than it was helping, you said that she just needed to remember her duties and she was languishing without attention. I agreed to give her into your hands for the day."

Junie focused on taking little bites of her breakfast, well aware that Bob had chosen to speak of this at the table with her listening deliberately. There was a lesson here for her as well as for Donna.

Donna was frowning and asked in a defensive voice, "Did I do something wrong?"

Bob sighed, "I just sensed a quality of excited carelessness that made me worry for Junie's safety. It seemed you pushed her hard without a goal in mind. A Master should never push without a true sense of his sub's limits and abilities. I did not sense that from you."

Junie sat perfectly still, staring fixedly at her plate. She wondered at his words. There had been a kind of erratic unpredictable quality to her experience with Donna the day before. It was like she did not know what to expect, that there was an edge of fear running through her trust, like a small crack in a foundation. But Bob had been there, she could feel his presence in the room and that had made all the difference. She wondered what it would have been like without his supervision.

Donna looked startled, "Careless? I wasn't careless."

"Can you honestly say you were completely in control of yourself at all times? I had to pull you away. And you pushed her to fail. You set a limit and then pushed her to failure. Was it your intention to force her to come against her will, to force her to fail in her obedience to your words?"




Finding Happiness Ch. 09



Donna opened her mouth to speak and then stopped and just shook her head. Her face flushed. Bob continued, "Goddess, most of your day yesterday was brilliant and Junie's observation that your touch is different is a very apt description. You will always have your own touch; I just want you to become more aware as you top Junie. A good Master never forgets even for an instant what is happening for his sub; don't let your enthusiasm carry you away, don't just push to see what will happen. Junie is not a guinea pig, we can't experiment on her."

At those words Donna put her hands over her face and started to sob and Junie could not be still. She slipped from her chair and knelt at Donna's feet, wrapping her arms around Donna's waist and putting her face in her lap. "Please don't cry. It was good. You did good. I liked it. I love you." Junie lifted her face to Bob, tears filling her eyes, "I did like it, all of it."

Junie felt Donna's hand in her hair, stroking her head. "Thank you, Junie, but our Master was right. I was overconfident and I did not always pay attention. It is important he say these things to me. I need to learn these things."

Bob spoke again, "Donna, I will repeat myself so that I am sure you heard this. Many of the things you did were brilliant. The way you repeatedly imposed you will upon Junie throughout the day was inspired. It emphasized your control over her. I liked the different pace of mixing pain and worship. Only at the end did I feel it was necessary to step in and take control of the scene."

Donna nodded, "Yes, you were right to do that. I was letting my passions take control of me. That strap on thing kind of got to me." She gave Bob a teasing smile, "I have a whole new respect for you. How you can manage to keep that thing of yours from taking over your mind is beyond me."

From her position kneeling at Donna's feet Junie began to giggle. Bob cracked up and responded, "Well, there have been many times in my life where I had some pretty pitched battles with my penis. And I have to confess I would probably be a little drunk with power if I suddenly grew a vagina." Junie's giggles erupted into a shriek of laughter.

Junie came out of her room; she was looking at her cell phone and had a wary look on her face. Donna looked up from her computer, "What is it Junie?"

"I have a phone message from that FBI Agent Durant. He wants me to call him back, but he did not say why." Junie's face was twisted in distaste. "I don't like talking to him. He just yells at people and expects them to listen."

Donna laughed, "He was kind of an ass, but maybe that is what makes him a good Agent. I cannot help but believe that a certain kind of oblivious tenacity is a very good quality in a man that hunts other men for a living. Step back, Junie, and look at the big picture. While he was rude, his goals were the same as ours. Do you want me to call him?"

Instantly Junie nodded and happily held out her phone to Donna, "Oh would you please?"

Donna took the phone and teased, "You might not be so eager if you knew what my fees were when I wasn't retired."

Junie laughed, "Well, Ma'am, I guess we will have to take it out in trade."

Donna dialed the number and then smiled at Junie, "Agent Durant? Yes, hello. This is Donna Campbell, Junie asked me to call you back." Donna laughed and spoke again, "Oh she is here. She is just feeling a little shy. What did you want to talk with her about?"

Donna covered the mouthpiece and looked at Junie, "He just wants to thank you for your phone call about Monica. He wants to tell you how she is doing."

"I guess I can do that." Junie held out her hand. "Hello?"

She recognized Agent Durant's southern accent, "Thank you for talking to me, Ms. Thomas."

Junie giggled, "Oh please don't call me that, call me Junie."

"Yes, ma'am, Junie. I am calling to thank you for being so nice to Monica. She desperately needs some kindness in this world and you are one of the few people who have reached out to her that don't just want to use her for something. I try to be supportive to her when I can, but this case is taking me all over. And anyway I am just part of the whole system that is treating her as a victim or a witness." He made an exasperated sound. "I am sorry, ma'am, I am letting my temper get the better of me."

Junie interrupted, "Did Monica get that surgery done?"

"Yes, she is still in the hospital, will be for another week."

"How is she doing? She said last time she had surgery she had flashbacks from her assault. I wish I could have been there with her."

Agent Durant was quiet for a while, "Well, the doctors said everything went as planned. Her mother was there with her, but that woman..." Agent Durant made the same angry sound. "It is not my place to say, Junie, but that woman makes me want to... well it is not my place to say."

"Do you think she is still thinking about hurting herself?"

"Ms... I mean, Junie, I had no idea that she was that sad before. She talks with me on the phone and seems okay, but I can only see her when I get to Oregon. I do go there when I can. I gave her a lecture for not talking to me about that and I also gave her doctors serious hell. Hopefully, they will take better care of her."

"You really care about her don't you?"

"Someone has to. And right now, between you and me, I think we are the only two that do."

"I gave Monica my cell phone number. If she needs to talk, she can call me."

"I know; she told me. That's why I called this number. I was hoping to be able to contact you directly. The trouble is Monica is pretty limited financially. She does not have a cell phone and her mother is very controlling. I doubt she would feel comfortable making a long distance phone call on her mother's phone."

"Well, this number will reach me directly. I just was a little reluctant to talk with you, when I saw it was you. This whole thing is very disturbing to me."

Agent Durant laughed a bitter laugh, "I seem to have that affect on people."

You might recognize this story as one I had up in the past, under the titled Northwest Hunters. I took it down for revision and a brief flirtation with possible publication.

Book One of Northwest Hunters, title Joining the Circle is already posted.

Thank you for taking the time to read my story. Please take the time to rate and leave a comment if the spirit moves you.

Enjoy

xantu



Finding Happiness Ch. 10



Chapter 10: Old Wounds Healed. 

For the second time in as many days, Junie found herself staring at her phone with distaste. The caller ID said it was her ex-husband, Greg. She let it go to message. There was no way she was going to speak to him if there was any way to avoid it. Every time she spoke to him, it always seemed to end up with him yelling and calling her names. 

A nagging worry that something might be wrong with one of her children wormed its way through her consciousness as she accessed the message. She reassured herself that the message was not marked urgent.

The message was vague, a demand she call back as soon as possible regarding Tammi, their daughter. Junie pursed her lips in irritation. She had been in email contact with her daughter and both her sons letting them know that she had moved and telling them if they needed anything or just wanted to talk they could call her or email her back. She had gotten a couple of short dutiful answers from one son and her daughter, but had heard from neither of them in a month or so. Her oldest was in the military and seemed too busy or just too lazy to respond. 

Junie straightened her shoulders and dialed Greg back. "Greg, this is Junie. What did you want to talk to me about?"

"How come you didn't tell me you were moving?"

Junie took a deep breath and blinked, determined to not let him get her upset. And yet at the same time deciding that he was not going to bully her this time. "Greg, I can't see how where I choose to live is any of your business. Your message said you needed to talk about Tammi."

"We need to talk."

"About Tammi?"

He exploded over the phone, "Fuck yes, about Tammi. If you were here maybe you would know a little more about what's going on with your daughter."

Junie forced her voice to remain even. "Greg, if you cannot discuss this civilly I will hang up. And I have been in contact with Tammi. She wrote me a nice letter about how school was going. You and I both know that you did nothing to encourage our kids to spend time with me."

"Well she wants to move out and get a place of her own."

"Well, she is turning nineteen in just a month, maybe it is time for her to move out. I don't see why you called me about this. I haven't had any influence in her decisions since she moved in with you."

Greg's voice was taking on his old familiar tones of sarcasm and rage, "Nineteen or not, she is not ready to be out on her own. When was the last time you even laid eyes on her?"

Junie paused, a tiny tremor of guilt shaking her, "I don't know, maybe six or seven months. It was Thanksgiving, I think. You took her abroad at Christmas." The painful truth was that she had only seen her daughter a couple of times in the last year and then their meetings had been formal and strained. It felt like she hardly knew the young woman her daughter had grown up to be. "She seemed fine then."

All her children had taken after their father, with his strong Mediterranean features and thick curly black hair. Junie had been silently delighted that all three of them had grown up tall and slim like him as well, though her daughter had inherited her large, expressive, brown eyes. 

Greg's voice was harsh and accusing, "Well, she is not fine. She did not go abroad at Christmas. She was in the hospital. She has been in the hospital twice more since then. Tammi has an eating disorder; she keeps making herself throw up."

Junie felt a wave of rage and guilt flow through her. "Why didn't you call me? Why did you keep this from me?"

Greg fell silent on the phone and then abruptly attacked, "And what good do you think you could have been? What would you have done, cooked her something? Maybe those amazing double fudge brownies of yours or maybe a cake? Or those truffles that everyone raves about. That would have been fucking brilliant! And I sure as hell did not want you fucking visiting, walking, no, waddling into a fucking eating disorder clinic with a big plate of food. That would have been rich! You stupid fat cow!"

Junie hung up and raised her hand to throw her phone across her sewing room, but stopped herself and carefully put it down on the table.

Her whole body hurt like each of his words had struck her like fists. Greg had never laid a hand on her in anger, but he always could destroy her with his words.

Junie found herself shaking so hard that it was hard to turn and walk up the stairs; blindly, almost instinctively, seeking the shelter of her owners' arms.

Donna was curled up on the couch reading when Junie threw herself on the floor at her feet and buried her face in her Mistress's lap. Junie wrapped her arms around Donna's waist in a frenzied grip. Still too much in shock to cry, she just hung on, her whole body convulsed with spasms of grief and rage.

Donna had dropped her book and was holding her close. "Baby, what's the matter? What happened?"

It seemed like her words were the key to the flood gates and Junie burst into tears. Donna kept her hold on Junie and crooned and rocked until the worst was over and then she prompted again, "Tell me about what has happened."

In a quavering voice Junie told about her phone conversation with her ex-husband, not leaving out anything. When she said the last part where he had called her a 'fat cow', she could feel Donna's body flinch and tense with rage, but Donna's voice remained calm and gentle, "Good job telling me the whole thing. Now take a deep breath and tell me about your daughter."

"About Tammi?"

"Yes, what was she like as a baby? Was she good in school? Tell me all about her."

Junie looked at her Mistress somewhat distracted and bemused, "She was the cutest baby. She had her father's curly dark hair and my eyes. She had the hugest brown eyes." Junie smiled at the memory, "She was a little butterball, with the cutest dimples and those rings around her wrists and ankles that fat babies get. She was so good, so quiet. She almost never cried." Junie's smile faltered and collapsed. "All her baby pictures that I had were in my filing cabinet. That man burnt them all up. All my pictures were in there."

Taking a big shaky breath Junie forced herself to move on, "Anyway, she was a smart baby, too, even if she didn't talk much. And she didn't stay fat. She turned out to be very athletic. We put her into dance and gymnastic classes. She was a cheerleader in high school. She was always her daddy's little girl. The separations and divorce were really hard on her. She became pretty withdrawn and really threw herself into her school activities. She wouldn't talk to me much."

Junie stopped and rubbed her face, a quiver of sadness shaking her. "And I was pretty depressed then, too. When she asked to go live with her dad, I didn't fight it. I am ashamed to say that in a lot of ways I was glad she went. I told myself that she would be better off with him than with me." A tiny tired hiccup of a sob shook Junie's voice, "I didn't act like I wanted her. There I was dying inside because I felt like no one cared about me and I was doing the same thing to her."

Donna gently stroked Junie's hair, "But you did care, didn't you?"

"I loved my children more than life itself; losing them tore my heart out."

"How old was she when she went to live with her father?"

"Fourteen."

"Beyond being withdrawn and naturally upset about the divorce, were you aware of any problems? Looking back now do you think that there were any signs of an eating disorder?"

Junie paused and thought back, "Well, she seemed always to be conscious of her weight, but I thought that was from how her father was always criticizing me and my weight in front of her and her brothers. But there was nothing like bulimia or anorexia."

Donna paused and looked thoughtful, "That could have some influence. Eating disorders are tricky, but they find their roots in body image and an attempt to gain control. Growing up in a world that pressures a woman to match an impossible ideal, and then dealing with her father's open rejection of your beauty, probably has a lot to do with it." Donna lifted Junie's face from her lap and looked into her eyes. "Don't you think that some of her problems may stem from her father's cruelty and controlling as much as from her feeling abandoned by you?"

The word 'abandoned' sent a pang of guilt through Junie. She realized she had held this secret in her heart, that it had not been her children leaving her. She had left them. "I guess so."

Donna prompted Junie, "Call Tammi, talk to her. See how she is doing. Start trying to be a mom again. It sounds like she needs you."

Junie reluctantly unwrapped her arms from her Mistress's waist and lifted her face from her tear soaked lap. "Thank you for listening. Talking with you really helped. I will go call her now."

Donna smiled and patted Junie's bottom as she stood up. "Glad I could help. Now tell her the truth. Tell her how hard it was for you. Tell her how much it hurt for you to lose her and ask for her forgiveness."

Junie made a strangled sound.

Donna looked at Junie sharply, "Junie, as hard as it is to admit that to yourself, you know you need to do this."

"Yes, Ma'am, I know. It was just so much easier to live with thinking that they left me and avoid taking responsibility."

"Nothing is ever so simple as to be able to put all the blame on someone else, little one."

Junie sighed and nodded.

Tammi answered the phone on the second ring. Her tone was cautious and surprised, "Momma?"

Junie felt her heart lurch, "Oh, sweetheart, I am so sorry I have not called you more. I have been such a coward. I felt so guilty about not being there for you during the divorce and I was afraid to talk with you about that. I was so afraid you would never forgive me." 

Tammi voice was soft, "I remember you trying to talk with me. All I remember was I didn't want to talk with you."

"Will you talk with me now?"

"Oh yes, Momma, I missed you and Daddy has been acting so weird lately."

"Your Daddy called me and said things weren't going so good for you."

Tammi's voice was defensive, "What did he say?"

He said you have been in the hospital a couple of times. He said you have been making yourself throw up."

Tammi's voice was confused, "You didn't know? He said he told you. He said you told him you were going to visit. And then when you didn't come..." her voice broke and took on a tone of disbelief, "He lied to me. I waited and waited for you to visit and when you didn't come, he said that you were never dependable. Sometimes, I just hate him."

Junie interrupted, "Oh sweetheart, I am so sorry. If I had known I would have been there. I swear it. I should never have let you go. I should have fought to keep you, but I was so weak. I was so depressed after the divorce; I felt like there wasn't anything I could do right, that I really was a bad mother. I made myself believe that you would be better off with your father. I love you. I love all you kids like you wouldn't believe. You were my whole life." Junie's voice shook. 

It was Tammi's turn to interrupt, "It's okay, Momma, I remember how Daddy used to yell at you, call you names. I remember how he always made you cry. I know why you stayed away. You called. You emailed me." Tammi's voice became cautiously curious, "Momma, where are you living now? Daddy is all the time asking me if I know where you live. He is all the time saying stuff about you being a slave or something."

An icy wave of shock washed over Junie. She forced her voice to be light, "A slave? I have no idea where he got an idea like that. Honey, I am a housekeeper for a nice couple. I cook, clean and help around the yard. They pay me and I have health insurance. I have a nice room of my own and a nice sewing room. It's nice, a lot easier than my last job." She carefully jockeyed the conversation back to Tammi, "Darling, how long have you been making yourself throw up?"

"I don't do it all the time. I haven't done it since March. I go to my counselors and my therapy group." Tammi's voice was evasive and Junie could sense her reluctance to open up about this part of her life.

"That's good." Junie forced her voice to sound relieved, though a little worrying doubt nagged at her that eating disorders were not so easily dealt with, that eating disorders were like any addiction and denial and relapse went hand in hand. "Tammi, if you ever want to talk to me about it, you know I would listen. I promise not to yell or try to make you feel bad. I just want you to know I care."

Junie forced her tone to lighten, "Well, one of the things that your dad mentioned to me was that you wanted to move out. Tell me about that."

"He says he won't let me do that, that I am not ready to be independent. I just want to move into the college dorms. He says maybe in a year, if I stay in control of the eating thing. It's not fair. I am in control; even my counselor says it would be a good thing. And I have so many things going on at school in the evenings. It would be so much easier without having to drive back and forth. But he says it's his money and he won't pay."

"Well, Darling, I am sure that you probably are ready, but he does have control of the money and if you want him to pay the bills you have to play by his rules. Is it so bad at home that you can't live there for another year?"

Tammi giggled and Junie was struck to recognize her laugh, "Not so bad. His last little hottie moved out about six months ago and he's out most nights looking for a replacement. I have the whole place to myself a lot and I am busy with school a lot."

"You were always good at school. Do you still want to be a teacher?"

"I don't know. Lately, with this bulimia thing, I have been thinking about becoming a counselor."

It seemed like they talked for hours. There was so much to catch up on. Tammi filled Junie in on how her brothers were doing and talked about dating. Tammi had gone out with a couple of different guys, but so far had not felt very serious about anyone. She was very involved in the cheerleading squad and had a heavy load of classes. Finals were coming up soon.

When Junie was saying good bye for the tenth time, Tammi spoke up, "Momma, could I come out to where you live and visit you sometimes?"

Junie felt her heart sink, visions of the St. Andrew's cross and the other contraptions in the basement looming in her imagination, "I don't know, honey, I will have to ask the people I work for. It is their house so it would be up to them. I could come see you if you want. It's not that far and I have the cutest little sports car now. You will love it."

Junie was giddy after she hung up the phone, all the sadness of the previous call erased by the joy of reconnecting with Tammi. She found Donna standing by the front porch scolding Honey, "No! Honey, come out of there. Honey, come!" Honey was three-quarters under the deck and energetically digging a hole, completely ignoring Donna as the soft black dirt flew up between her hind legs, her tail wagging in absolute delight.

Donna gave Junie and exasperated look, "She did this last time, too. She completely tore up all the flowers trying to dig a den. And those hormones have her totally obsessed. She won't listen to me at all now. Come help me."

Donna reached down and grabbed Honey's hind quarters and began dragging her out of the hole, "Come out of there you!"

Once Honey's head was out of the hole, Junie grabbed her collar. Honey looked up at her with soft shining eyes, smiled a wide doggie grin and strained to get back at the pit she had started. 

Donna grabbed at her collar too, "Oh no you don't!"

Together Donna and Junie walked on either side of Honey, forcing her to go to the kennel. As they walked by the garden Bob looked up from where he was working, his eyes curious. Donna called to him, "She has been digging under the deck."

Bob laughed, "That's a good sign; it won't be much longer then."

Donna nodded, "Just a few more days."

Honey walked to her cage without much of a fight, though she repeatedly tried to stop and look back. Once she was locked inside she stood at the gate with her nose pressed against the wire, a low whine making her tremble. Her big brown eyes were so sad that Junie felt a wave of sympathy well up. "Oh, sweetie, I am so sorry, but we can't let you make your house there. This is your house. You have to have your babies here."

Junie slipped into the kennel, deftly catching Honey as she tried to slip out the gate. She knelt down and wrapped her arms around the soft golden neck. She could smell the scent of the dirt as she laid her face against Honey's fur. She looked up at Donna, "I came out to thank you for making me call Tammi. She missed me as much as I missed her."

Donna leaned against the fence and looked down at the two of them. "I am glad it worked out well. I was never close to my mother and that is one of the things I regret most about my life. Don't let her go again."

Junie blinked a little forcing back the tears, it seemed like she was crying all the time lately. She took a deep breath, "She said one thing that kind of freaked me out. She said her dad, Greg, was telling her that I was a slave."

Donna's eye brows shot up, "Really? What did you say about that?"

"I told her that I could not imagine where he could have gotten an idea like that. I told her that I had a job and that I was paid. I told her that it was an easier job than my last one." With that last statement, Junie dimpled up and giggled, but then she sobered, "I just wonder where he has been getting his information. There are only a couple of people who know about us, Agents Durant and Gold."

"Don't forget the police detective Funk. She definitely was acting suspicious." Donna shrugged, "Well whatever, we will deal with that only if we need to."

Junie sat down and leaned against the box, pulling Honey to lie down next to her. "Tammi asked if she could come out here and visit me sometime."

"What did you say?"

"I told her that it was your home and I would have to speak to you about it."

"Good answer, a visit would need to be planned, but it isn't out of the question."

"Really, Ma'am? I would love for her to come see our house. She would love it here."

"You would have to help take down the dungeon."

Junie giggled and nodded, "For sure. I think I will sit here with Honey for a while."

"Good idea, try to encourage her to spend some time inside the whelping box. I will get a leash; she will need to be on a lead when you take her out. Bring her into the house with you when you come in. And for god's sake don't let her go. If she gets any more obsessed with that hole we might not get her out so easily next time."

"Yes, Ma'am, thank you Ma'am." When Junie stood Honey jumped up and eagerly went to the gate. When Junie did not move to leave, Honey began to pace back and forth, sniffing hopefully at the fence, looking for a way out. Junie called and pointed at the doorway of the box, "Honey, kennel," using the same command that Bob used to put the dogs to go into their travel boxes. Honey paused in her pacing and looked at Junie for a second. Junie could see the conflict in the heavily pregnant bitch's eyes, the urge to obey fighting a losing battle with the overwhelming urge to return to her chosen den. Junie grabbed her collar and pulled her head around to face the door and once more commanded her, "Honey, kennel!" Junie made sure to put a low deep growl into her words. Honey quickly slipped into the box and just as quickly turned around to come out. "Oh, no you don't." Junie moved to block Honey into the box, "Stay!"

Honey looked up at her with miserable eyes and Junie gently admonished her, "You know there is no way you are going to enjoy everything you experience here." Honey heaved a heavy sigh and flopped down on the cedar chips.




Finding Happiness Ch. 10



Together they stayed in the kennel for about an hour and then Junie took Honey for a walk on a lead. Even once they were in the house Honey sat by the front door her eyes locked on the place that she had been digging under the deck. Junie had a small inspiration and she slipped out the back door. She found Bob cleaning his gardening tools, "Honey seems to be totally obsessed with that hole. Do you think it would help her if I put some of the dirt in her box? Just for a day or so, so it would smell like the hole she was digging?"

Bob looked at her in surprise, "I think that is a good idea. A shovel full of dirt won't make it all that dirty in there and it may help. She always has resisted whelping in the box. Last time she had them on the concrete outside."

Junie smiled and hurried off to fill a bucket with the rich smelling loam and carefully sprinkled it over the cedar chips inside the box.

Over dinner they discussed Junie's phone calls with her ex-husband and daughter. Bob glowered as he heard about Greg's harsh words. He looked at Donna, "Should we allow her to take calls from this bastard? He sounds abusive. I hate the idea of him upsetting our pet."

Junie looked up, surprised, part of her was happy at the prospect of never talking to Greg again, but another part of her rebelled at not being trusted to handle this. A dry practical voice in the back of her head commented that she had not handled it all that well last time and it was not hers to decide.

Donna shrugged, "Well, there is no question that he abusive, but I don't think we should forbid her to communicate with him. He is the father of her children." She looked at Junie, "But I think you should only communicate with him through email. It will keep the name calling to a minimum. In fact, I want you to email Greg and tell him that because of his abusive language to you on the phone you will only communicate with him via email."

Junie nodded eagerly, "Yes, Ma'am, I really think that is a good idea. He is too smart to put anything too nasty into writing." She frowned a little. "I don't know his email address, though, he never was much of a one to do much with computers. He hates to type and read for that matter."

"What does he do?" Donna seemed a little mystified at the idea of someone who did not use email.

Junie giggled, "Oh, he is a construction foreman, Ma'am. I am sure he has email for work, but he has always had some bimbo secretary to do that for him." She looked thoughtful, "I can write him snail mail and give him my email address. I am in no hurry to talk to him anyway." Her voice turned cautious, "I will be careful to not put a return address on the envelope. Tammi said he was really curious to learn where I lived."

"Good idea, if he calls you, just let it go to message and then come talk to me or Bob. We will decide what to do about it then."

Junie wasn't sure if it was the scent of the dirt in the whelping box or if Honey's natural inclination to obey had finally kicked in, but she seemed more accepting of the whelping box. She willingly spent time inside, busily digging and rooting around in the bedding.

It wasn't but a couple more days when Bob looked at Honey pacing the house. She was lying down only to heave her heavily pregnant bulk up and waddle around the house restlessly, only to lie down again. "It's going to be tonight. If she does not have them tonight, I am taking her to the vet." 

They had been taking turns sleeping in the whelping kennel. Junie had begged to go first and tonight was Donna's turn. When Junie had begged to be allowed to stay out another night, Bob had laughed and pulled her to him, "No, Junie, Honey does not need a party going on out there. She needs peace and quiet." Junie pouted a little at the idea that she could not be trusted to be quiet and begged Donna to come get her first thing once the puppies started being born.

Donna laughed, "Don't worry, Junie; I will make sure you don't miss anything." 

In the end, Bob had to drag a reluctant Junie away from the quiet little corner of the garage. Honey was sound asleep in her box and Donna was curled up in a sleeping bag with a book and a flashlight. "Come on, you."

Once inside the house Junie paced around the house, too excited to sleep. Bob had gone into the office and was checking on some things on the internet. Junie got out her laptop and wrote an email to both her sons and Tammi. It was just a gentle newsy letter talking about her new life, what the house and yard were like and how excited she was about the puppies that were going to be born soon. As she sent the email she had a random thought that it was odd that she had not even thought about sending emails or chatting with Monica. She thought to herself maybe it was because it was that form of communication that had made them vulnerable to Sam Card's predation. She thought to herself that she would ask Monica about that in her next letter to her.

From her place at the kitchen table Junie saw Bob stand and stretch. He came over and read over her shoulder as she finished the last few sentences of her letter. Junie paused after signing off, letting him read. As he read he slipped a hand up her back and casually gripped the back of her neck in his hand, "Your son?"

Junie arched and purred at the sensation of warmth and strength of his touch, "Yes, Greg Jr., he is a Marine. I am not sure exactly where he is posted. He just signed up for a second tour of duty. I am going to send a copy to my other son, Daniel; he is in college in Virginia, studying architecture, and one to Tammi too. Donna helped me realize that a lot of my alienation with my children had to do with my avoidance of taking responsibility for my own feelings. I was avoiding talking with them much because I could not face that fact that I felt like I had abandoned them."

Bob kept up his grip on Junie's neck, "Our Donna is very perceptive and has a genius for understanding how people feel. Once she has learned to control her enthusiasm, she will be an amazing Domme to you."

Junie giggled, "I think she is pretty amazing already. I think both of you are pretty amazing." The sensation of Bob's hand on her neck was compelling, holding all her attention, Junie sighed and murmured, "That feels good."

"Finish that up and come to bed. I think we can find some other things that will feel good." Bob's voice was a deep growl.

Junie shivered in delicious excitement. "Yes, Master."

Junie quickly finished her emails and followed her Master to his bedroom. A thrill ran through her when she saw him shaking out some ropes and tying them to the bedposts. "Come, Sweet Junie; let's distract ourselves from all this talk of puppies. Your enthusiasm has infected me and I doubt I will be able to sleep."

Junie eagerly stripped off her clothing, but when her fingers went to her panties, Bob growled, "Leave those on."

Junie's voice was breathless, "Oh yes, Sir, how do you want me?" Bob laughed at shining eyes, "Oh yes, Sweet Junie, I want you in all ways. But you can start by lying on your back and spreading out your arms and legs wide for me."

Junie scrambled onto the bed and laid back, her heart racing and an excited smile lighting up her face. "Oh Master, I love the way the ropes feel. The cuffs are nice, but the way it feels as you wrap the rope around and around my wrists and ankles and then as it tightens up is so fucking hot."

Bob quickly tied her down, praising her as he tied the ropes in wide spiraled cuffs around her limbs, "Wonderful enthusiasm, Sweet Junie, Donna and I are so pleased you love all this so much. It makes it very fun to play with you."

As the ropes pulled tight, stretching her out, Bob murmured, "Tight enough?"

Junie gasped and giggled, "Oh, Master, could you make it tighter please? I want to feel it." She sighed and strained against the ropes as Bob forced her arms and legs into a tense X. "Oh, yes, that's nice." When Bob slipped the blindfold over her eyes, Junie lay back and waited her whole body tingling in anticipation. 

She could hear him moving around the room and when the sound of his feet moved out of the room she surged against the ropes binding her, relishing the ache and strain in her muscles, reveling in the her complete vulnerability. When she heard Bob return to the room, her breath caught in her throat and her cunt clenched up. A tiny whine of anticipation rose up in her throat as she felt a soft warm trickle of moisture leak down the crack of her tensely spread legs.

The sudden stab of icy cold against her breast made her jerk and cry out, "Oh god!" Bob took his time, moving the ice cube from one nipple to the other. Soon the stabbing cold faded to a deep painful ache, cold trickles of water running down her chest and belly as the ice cube melted against her chilled flesh. When he finally took a nipple into his mouth, it felt like the inside of his mouth was an inferno of heat. Junie moaned and let herself struggle against her restraints as the pleasure shot through her. Another flood of moisture leaked from her.

The first touch of his fingers was shockingly cold as they reached down and slipped his hand inside her panties, sliding his fingers deep inside her, forcing a groaning gasp from her lips. Bob worked his fingers inside her, pressing down on her cleft with the heel of his hand. Junie surged and whimpered, hardly able to move against his hand. Bob growled and abruptly pulled his hand away from her and grabbed the panties, pulling them up, forcing them up into the folds of her flesh, jerking them back and forth, almost lifting her from the bed. Junie felt a thrill as she heard the fabric tear and felt it come free.

It took a minute for Junie to realize that Bob was continuing to rub the fabric of her torn panties against her soaking cunt, working the cloth against her throbbing flesh. Bob began to speak, his voice deep and low, "You like that, cunt? You are a little juicy fucking bitch. Answer me, tell me how much you fucking want this."

His words were electrifying, sending thrills through her. Her voice was hoarse, her words almost a senseless babble of excitement, "Oh fuck yes, juicy yes. I want it, yes, cunt, yes!"

Bob lifted the panties and began to rub them over her face, pressing the wet saturated cloth against her lips and nose. Junie groaned and opened her mouth, reaching with her tongue to lick at the salty sweet nectar. Bob growled, "Suck on them, bitch," and pushed the panties into her mouth. Junie groaned deep in her chest and sucked eagerly on the fragrant cloth.

The intrusive hum of the vibrator gave her the briefest of warnings before she felt it pressed firmly against her cleft, buzzing insistently against her swollen clit. Junie clenched her teeth into the cloth filling her mouth and let out a loud keening groan. At first she was confused by the intensity of the sensation, but it seemed like Bob's hands were busy doing something between her legs and around her waist. When she felt the ropes being wrapped around her thighs and between her legs and around her hips she realized he was tying the thing between her legs, trapping it against her cunt. A wail of panic rose up in her throat.

She felt Bob's hand pulling on the panties, "Spit them out." Junie pushed the wet fabric out of her mouth and gulped a deep lungful of air and groaned again, the vibrations against her clit were too much to contend with. She could feel a huge climax building within her.

Bob's voice was sharp, "Fight it, Junie, and beg for my permission."

Junie gave a strangled grunt and nodded convulsively, "Yes, yes, beg."

Junie was a quivering arch, dripping with sweat when she finally began to plead, "Please, let me come. Oh, please, I can't wait much longer." A strangled sob shook her as she felt her control beginning to unravel. "Please, oh god, please."

Bob's voice was low in her ear, "What if I said no, Junie? What if I refused you this?"

Junie wailed, "I would fail! Oh please, please I can't wait."

"What if I want you to fail?"

With those words, Junie made a desperate strangled scream, "No! Oh god no!" and exploded, her entire frame surging and fighting the ropes, refusing to surrender to the waves of ecstasy flooding over her. The incessant vibration continued to torment her pushing her higher, demanding a response from her. Junie wailed and shook her head, babbling, "Please, oh god, please." A sharp pain lanced through her as she felt Bob's teeth sinking into her nipple. Almost instantly she was coming again, a loud squeal of protest coming from her lips. "Stop it!"

Bob lifted his lips from her and barked, "Fail, bitch." And leaned down and bit again his teeth sharp against her flesh, crushing and pulling at her hard nipple, his hand reaching down and pushing the vibrator against her flesh harder.

This orgasm was irresistible, Junie found all her resistance collapsing and she convulsed rhythmically, surrendering to the climax taking control of her mind and body. Her last comprehensible words were, "Yes, fail for you."

Junie had little awareness of what was happening after that until she felt Bob's knees pressing down on either side of her face, his hard cock pressing past her open gasping lips. Junie instinctively opened her mouth wider and tried to breathe past the gag of flesh pressing deeper into her mouth. She groaned and wrapped her lips around him, sucking and licking as best she could, feeding on him in a spastic frenzy as the vibrator between her legs continued to force agonizing spasms of pleasure through her. 

Bob shuddered and lunged deep into her throat, his cock pulsing inside her mouth as he came. Junie gagged and coughed, swallowing convulsively as her mouth filled with his essence.

Bob reached down and turned off the vibrator and let it rest passively against Junie's aching and tender cunt. He gently kissed her face and murmured against her cheek. "Very good girl, you did very, very good." 

Still blindfolded, Junie turned toward his lips and giggled a soft drunken little laugh, "I am such a failure."

"Yes, a spectacular failure. You fought every inch of the way even when you knew your struggle was hopeless. You gave me what I wanted. Do you know what the lesson was here, little one?"

A soft shudder shook Junie's body, an echoing reminder of the passion that had taken possession of her just moments before. "Oh yes, Master, I can struggle to obey, but only you have the ultimate control."

"Good girl, that is what makes you such a wonderful pet. You sense the meaning behind my actions so perfectly."

Junie giggled again and whispered, "If my Master wishes for me to fail again, I must warn him I am about to lose control of my bladder."

Bob laughed and quickly began to untie her. "No you don't. I told you a long time ago I am not into water sports. Get your ass and your bladder into the bathroom this instant."

Pulling off the blindfold, Junie stood and swayed, dizzy for an instant, and then tacked drunkenly into the bathroom. She giggled as the flow of urine sent another spasm of through her trembling belly muscles. "I am going to be so sore tomorrow."

It was very early in the morning when Bob's hand shook her awake. "You said you wanted to be there. Come on then."

Junie jumped from the bed and bolted naked for the back door. Bob's laughter stopped her. "It's a little cold out there for that." Giggling excitedly, Junie dragged on her clothes and ran out to the garage.

It was dark in the garage, the only light was a dim lamp lighting the corner of the garage where the whelping kennel stood. Bob was quietly lifting the lid off the whelping box. A soft grunting squeal of protest from a tiny pair of lungs sent an electric thrill of excitement through Junie. Peering over the edge of the box she saw Honey very earnestly licking a damp puppy as it squirmed and complained about taking its first bath.

Soon the tiny puppy was energetically paddling with its tiny legs, instinctively seeking the warmth and scent of its mother's teats. Junie looked at Donna and Bob as they watched the tiny new life searching blindly at the nipples, each of them lost in the moment, soft smiles lighting their faces.

Honey suddenly paused, straining and then quickly curled up, licking at her birth canal as a dark mass swelled and pushed its way out. Bob's hand was blindingly quick as he gently snatched the first puppy out of the way. Deftly upending the little body he glanced quickly at it and then handed it to Junie with a piece of old towel. "Make sure she is dry and keep her warm."

Junie held the tiny warm body in her hands and, for the briefest of instants, froze not sure what to do. But the little yellow puppy squirmed and squealed at the change of temperature and Junie cuddled it close, pressing it to her face and inhaling the scent of the birth fluids. A tiny primal memory shook through her. The sounds of a second puppy squalling in protest caught her attention and holding her charge safe and warm against her ample breasts, she watched as Honey carefully cleaned the newest puppy. The times between the puppies being born varied greatly and Bob would carefully return all of Honey's babies to Honey between each birth, letting her lick and sniff them as they jostled for position at her teats. With each birth Bob would quickly transfer the puppies into Junie and Donna's arms. It was a bright morning was when the ninth puppy was born.

"Five males and four females," Bob's voice was pleased, if a little tired, "Not a bad litter and they all seem healthy too. I hate it when one needs a jump start." 

Junie looked puzzled, "Jump start?"

Donna looked serious, "Sometimes one won't start breathing on its own and we have to try and get it going. Rubbing them, swinging them to get the fluid from their lungs and then giving them puppy mouth to mouth. Doesn't always work though; we have lost a few over the years." Donna stood and stretched, "Well, that didn't happen this year, and it looks like that's all of them." She yawned, "I wouldn't rule out a late comer though, last time she whelped, she had her last one an hour after all the others. Surprised the hell out of us, we actually got into an argument over how many had been born in the first place."

Bob yawned back at Donna, "Now you have me yawning. I think we will all end up taking a nap today." He rubbed his neck, "I am going to take the other three for their walk. I want someone to stay out here and somebody needs to make coffee. I'll let you guys decide who gets to do what." 

Donna looked at Junie staring raptly over the edge of the whelping box; her eyes mesmerized with the little pile of sleeping, twitching bodies snuggled up tight to their exhausted mother. Honey lay limp and deflated, her eyes half closed, panting softly. "Junie, you stay here and look over our little family additions, and I will go make a big pot of coffee. Can I get into your knitting stuff and steal some pieces of yarn?"

Junie looked up again a little puzzled, "Of course, Ma'am. May I ask what you need it for?"

"I want to put a different color piece of yarn around each neck. Those little sausages look identical and if we color code them it is neat to see how their personalities develop. It will make it easier to learn which are the bold ones, which are the playful ones and which ones will need a gentle touch. I don't need much, just a few inches of each color."

"Help yourself. I got a selection of Mary's yarns from her; I think you can find nine colors."

Junie scooted the sleeping pad they had been using over so she could sit down and look through the door opening and watch as the puppies and their mother slept, her eyelids heavy. The puppies grunted and made little convulsive sucking movements with their lips and tongues in their sleep. Honey lifted her head and sniffed possessively at her babies and then stretched and licked tenderly at her vulva. Junie whispered sympathetically, "A little sore?" Then she giggled, rubbed her belly and squeezed her thighs together, "So am I. Man I wish I was that flexible."




Finding Happiness Ch. 10



There was a chorus of squeals as the puppies were jostled by the sudden movement of their mother's body, and the pile of little bodies began to squirm and struggle, bumping and pushing as they all tried to find a teat to nurse. Honey sighed and flopped down, her eyes patient. Junie gently reached in and helped the puppies, lifting them and pressing their little pink muzzles against Honey's swollen nipples. A soft grin of delight lit up Junie's face as they all began to suck with a single minded urgency that had their tails poking up like little quivering spikes.

Junie was startled from her half drowse when Honey suddenly lunged to her feet and turned around nervously. Junie had to quickly move the puppies out of the way. Honey sat and began to lick at her vulva again, this time with the same nervous intensity she had shown earlier when she had been giving birth. Junie looked around for Bob or Donna in panic, wondering if she should run to get one of them but she was reluctant to leave Honey or the puppies alone. 

When the familiar bulge of the dark amniotic sack began to bulge from Honey's birth canal, Junie watched with a mixture of wonder and apprehension as another puppy slipped out and Honey began to lick at it. Junie's heart sank as she watched the puppy rolling limply under its mother's rough tongue. This time there was no reflexive wiggle or squall of protest. Junie quickly reached for a wiggling active puppy and switched the lively puppy for the unresponsive one under Honey's nose.

Muttering desperately to herself, repeating Donna's words, "Rub them, get the fluid out of their lungs and mouth to mouth." She frantically rubbed the damp little body talking to it, pleading with it, "Come on, baby, breathe for me, breathe damn it!" She swung the tiny body like Donna had shown her and then put her mouth over the tiny muzzle and breathed a tiny puff of air into the lungs. Junie let out a convulsive sob of relief when the she felt a twitch and then a weak cry from the puppy in her hands. "Good, that's good, keep breathing, you. Don't quit on me now." She rubbed the little body vigorously and looked carefully between the legs of the newest baby. "Hey, baby girl, welcome to our world. I am glad you decided to stay with us. I am sure you are going to make someone very happy." Giggling between her tears, she cuddled it close as the puppy responded with a louder yowl of complaint.

Junie gently put the newest puppy to Honey's nose for her to smell and lick. She could not help but notice that this puppy was quite a bit smaller than the others and the shade of her fur was almost white instead of the creamy yellow of her siblings. "We won't need a special collar for you, little one. I will always know which one you are."

When Donna came out with a thermos of coffee, Junie proudly pointed out the tenth puppy and told how she had helped it start breathing. Donna's voice was respectful, "Good job, to tell you the truth I always tend to panic when they don't start breathing on their own. It scares the crap out of me for some reason." Donna looked at Honey and shook her head, "I thought you were holding out on us, girl. So now there are ten." She looked more closely at the smaller puppy, "Well maybe nine and a half to be more accurate. We will need to make sure this little runty girl gets a fair share of the milk bar."

Together they tied a separate color of yarn around the neck of each puppy and left the littlest puppy without a collar. Donna sat down and poured herself a cup of coffee, "Go on in and get a bite to eat, take a shower and try and get some sleep. Bob is already lying down. He mentioned you might be extra tired." Donna's eyes sparkled, "It sounds like you two managed to entertain yourselves last night." Junie nodded and giggled, "Yes, Ma'am, I'm sure I would never have been able to sleep without our Master's help. I sure didn't have any trouble falling asleep after he was done with me. In fact, I am kind of sore. I think that vibrator beat the hell out of my poor little clit."

Donna laughed, "I don't know if I should be sorry for you or a little jealous." 

Junie giggled and cautioned, "I am learning to be careful what I wish for around here."

"You love it."

"Oh, my yes, I do."

Junie gave the puppies a last loving look and praised Honey, "You did so good, little Momma." Giving Donna a quick kiss goodbye she headed to the house.

It was a lazy day. Honey had no more surprises for them. Junie and Bob slept almost all morning. Donna slept away the afternoon, while Junie did her chores and made dinner and Bob worked in the garage. Over dinner Bob mentioned that he had already had six prospective customers for the puppies, but he would contact a few of the local breeders to let them know they had a litter. Junie listened with only half her attention, her mind lazily filled with the images of the night before. Junie looked up from her plate and asked, "Ma'am, could I use your camera to take some pictures of the puppies to show Tammi? I am sure she would love to see them."

"Of course, little one."

"I would like to take some pictures of our home too, the yard, the lake and our friends the trees." Junie's voice was excited.

Bob laughed, "Sounds like a great idea."

Bob had propped open the gate to the whelping kennel so that Honey could come and go as she pleased. When Junie went out to peek at the puppies, she found Bob standing looking down into the box. Junie slipped under his arm and wrapped her arm around his waist. Honey was nowhere to be seen. She had stuck to her training and was going out to the woods to do her business. The puppies were mounded up in a pile in one corner of their box, little quivers making their tiny paws tremble and jerk.

Junie wondered out loud, "What are they dreaming about?" Bob chuckled, "Your guess is as good as mine."

"It can't be visual; they don't have their eyes open yet. It's probably just what they have felt and smelled, the instinct to suck and be warm."

Bob's voice was solemn, "Maybe, or perhaps they have a special connection to the infinity. Maybe they sense things you and I cannot even imagine."

Junie blinked and nodded uncertainly, her voice was doubtful, "I guess I never thought about that."

Bob laughed, "Sweet Junie, I am sure you are right, they are just dreaming about their next meal."

Honey chose that moment to squeeze between their legs and flop down next to her mound of sleeping puppies. She nosed them roughly, licking vigorously at them with her warm wet tongue. A wave of activity surged through the pile of sleeping puppies as they woke and began to struggle to find a teat to suck on.

Junie protectively pushed one of the bigger greedy puppies to one side and made sure the littlest one got a fair share, "There you go, little one. That will make you happy."

Bob chuckled, "Happy. That would make a good name."

After that the littlest puppy was called 'Happy' and as she got bigger the name seemed to fit. Despite being smallest, after her eyes were open she was always the most adventurous. As her little legs gained more strength, the littlest puppy would always rush to greet her special friend Junie anytime she came out to visit. 

*

You might recognize this story as one I had up in the past, under the titled Northwest Hunters. I took it down for revision and a brief flirtation with possible publication.

Book One of Northwest Hunters, title Joining the Circle is already posted.

Thank you for taking the time to read my story. Please take the time to rate and leave a comment if the spirit moves you.

Enjoy

xantu



Finding Happiness Ch. 11



Chapter 11: Inspiration

"Junie you have another letter from Monica." Bob dropped the envelope on the table. 

Dear Junie,

I am sorry if I frightened you. I don't know if I could ever really kill myself, but to be honest I was having those thoughts and they were frightening me. For some reason you were the only person I felt like I could say those words to. I was not brave enough to say them to someone who I really cared about. I felt so bad for even thinking those thoughts after what everyone has done to help me.

I guess I was asking someone to do something, anything. And now my mother has taken away my pills and gives me them one at a time with a horrible betrayed look on her face. 

At least now I am at the hospital and my surgery is behind me. They kept me sedated a lot longer and I did not have any of those recurring memories. The pain medicine is pretty strong so I am sleeping most of the time. The only hard part now is when they check me for healing and infection.

It is a lot like getting a pelvic once a day, but it hurts. I have a lot of trouble staying still; I get these waves of panic. One time they tried restraining me to the table and I got totally hysterical, I could not stop screaming. They had to give me a shot. Well, they will be discharging me soon and then I will be back at home at Mom's. After that, it is hard to think about, but the gynecologist says I have to use this thing, he calls it a 'dilator' but it looks just like a... well I will let you use your imagination. It's to keep the scar tissue from shrinking up and growing together. He says if I don't, I might have to have surgery again.

They say I will be able to conceive without any trouble and carry a baby to term, but I will have to have a cesarean delivery; there is no way that the scar tissue will stretch enough for a normal delivery.

So they put me in charge of my own torture. Every time I think about putting anything up there all I can see in my mind is that knife, the same one that you found in your car. Yes, Agent Durant told me that's where you found it.

I talk with Agent Durant nearly every day now. He is the only person my mom will let me call without cross examining me to see who it was. She knows I am writing to you, but I keep your letters with me so she won't sneak and read them. She, all the time, is trying to find out more about you. I just tell her that you were another victim and writing you makes me feel better. Agent Durant, he told me to call him David, told her that you were a good person and that she should just back off. He told her that if she refused to give me the letters that it is a federal crime to tamper with the mail. He told me later that he was exaggerating that because it is addressed to her home, but anyway she believed him and is giving me the letters so far.

Like I said, I call David and I do have your number too. I will to call you or David if I get to feeling too frightened or sad. I promised David that I would do this.

Probably by the time you get this letter I will be back home. I guess I need to start thinking about getting a job, something temporary. Once the trial starts, I don't think I will have the time or the heart to work. My mom has a friend who has a new baby and they need a babysitter. I could do that. I babysat a lot when I was in high school. 

Maybe being around a baby will make me feel better, maybe help me remember that happiness you mentioned.

Thank you for being my friend, Monica 

Junie smiled, Agent Durant's name was David. Somehow she was really starting to get a soft spot on her heart for that man, despite his ways or perhaps because of them. Underneath that stony exterior there pumped a human heart after all.

As Junie laid down the letter on the table, she commented, "Well it's not quite as heartbreaking as the last one, not quite. There seems to be a tiny sliver of hope in this one." Junie's mouth curled up, "Agent Durant's first name is David. He tells her to call him David." She looked at Donna, "Ma'am, if it is all right with you, I want to see if Monica wants to exchange emails with me. Her mom has been questioning her about the letters she is getting from me. And that way I can send her some pictures of the puppies too. I would show you all of them."

Donna picked up the letter and shrugged, "Emails are okay. Just forward a copy to me and I will get around to reading them."

Dear Monica,

My Master and Mistress have four beautiful golden retrievers and they have a litter of puppies nearly every summer. I love dogs and I am totally crazy about puppies.

The most exciting thing happened a few days ago. One of our momma dogs had puppies, ten beautiful babies, five males and five females, a perfect family. Though my Mistress Donna says it is more like nine and a half because the last puppy is so much smaller than the others. Other people would call her a runt, but I could never use such an ugly word for such a precious little miracle. She was last to be born and when she came out she did not start breathing on her own. I had to help her by giving her artificial respiration. I was totally terrified she might die, but it turned out okay.

I feel especially close to that littlest one. We call her Happy. I make sure that her bigger brothers and sisters don't push her around too much. My Master says that I should be careful to not fall too much in love, that they will all be going to their new homes in just a few weeks. 

Things have been really busy here. I am all the time hanging out with the puppies too long and then I have to rush to get my chores done. I haven't been working on any of my sewing projects at all.

When Sam Card broke into my apartment he tore all my clothes to shreds, along with destroying nearly everything else, thank god he didn't find my sewing machine. I am pretty short, only 5'1" and I have big breasts and hips so it is impossible to find clothes that fit off the rack. I have to sew myself a whole new wardrobe. I have most of it done, but now my Mistress wants me to make a corset. And when I am done with mine she wants me to make one for her. I have chosen yellow brocade for mine and I found the prettiest emerald green for hers. She has green flecks in her eyes and when she wears green they seem to glow.

I am glad your surgeries are finally all over. I am glad that they thought to keep you asleep a lot longer so you wouldn't be so disoriented when you woke up. That dilator thing sounds so clinical and creepy. If it hurts, you should ask for some anesthetic cream or something. You should never have to feel pain down there again. 

Maybe I am being way too familiar and if my saying these things makes you feel uncomfortable tell me and I won't do it any more... but I personally would feel a lot more comfortable using something like that dilator if I stopped thinking about it like a medical thing and started thinking of it as a dildo. It would only be torture if you decide to make it feel that way. Try to think about it positively.

Try to relax. Take a bubble bath and light some candles. Listen to some music that you like. Focus your mind on things that make you feel safe and happy. Make this a thing you look forward to, a reward, something good that you deserve, not something you dread. 

I guess my point is that you don't need to hate touching yourself. Don't let him take that away from you. Our bodies are a gift to us, and I worry you are starting to fear yours. 

Dearest Monica, you are getting better. It's not always easy to see when you have hard days, but I can see in your letters that there are things you still love and enjoy. Seek those out and hold onto them. Remember I am your friend and that I care about you. And David cares a lot about you too. I am sure your mother cares in her own way. I can't help but believe you have survived for a reason. 

Hold onto those thoughts and remember that you deserve happiness.

Junie

P.S. Do you have a computer? It would be fun to start emailing each other.

Junie printed out some pictures of the puppies and added her email address to the letter and gave it to Donna to approve. 

Junie looked up from her computer. It was her routine to reward herself with checking her emails every day after she had gotten her cleaning chores done. Tammi was writing her back nearly every day and she had heard back from both her sons. Secretly, she was hoping that someday she would find a message from Monica, but so far she had not heard back from her new friend. To her relief Greg had not tried to contact her again.

Donna was at her usual place working on another article for an online news magazine. Junie cleared her throat, "Ma'am, do you have a minute to talk?"

Donna looked up, "Might as well, I seem to be writing in circles right now." 

"Ma'am, Tammi's birthday is in a week or so and I was wondering if it would be okay to invite her out for a weekend soon. She is going to be nineteen."

"Go talk to our Master, Junie. See what he says and I will abide by his decision."

"Yes, Ma'am."

Bob was busily changing the wood chips in the puppy's box, contending with the mob of little squirming babies as they crawled around his feet. He looked up as Junie came into the garage. "Good, you can help me with this. Get these rascals out of my way. I completely underestimated how quickly they can work their way back under my feet."

Junie giggled and quickly moved the puppies into a corner out of the way and then sat down with them letting them crawl all over her. A smile of delight made her face glow as she tried to keep them from escaping back to tumble around under Bob's feet. "Sir, I came out to talk to you about scheduling a time for my daughter Tammi to come out and visit. It would just be one night, most likely a Saturday. I would go get her and she would stay one night and then I would take her back home. Donna said I should talk with you about this."

"Yes, I remember we had talked about this before the puppies were born. Go ahead and set it up, but make sure we have time to take down the stuff in the basement."

"Oh, thank you, Sir. I will do all the work. All I need is some help with some of the heavier pieces."

"I am sure I will manage to extract some fair exchange for the inconvenience." His blue eyes sparkled. "Speaking of the stuff in the basement, have you had a chance to work on the canvas sling for that swing I made?"

June ducked and grinned, "Well, I did buy the canvas and I have drawn up a pattern, but I have not started working on it. I got kind of distracted from sewing by the puppies."

"Go ahead and make it. I have some things I would like to try out."

Junie felt a shiver of excitement shake her. "Yes, Sir."

"You have mail again, Junie. You are getting pretty popular." Bob dropped one letter that was addressed from the auto consignment dealership in front of her. "That should be your money from the sale of your car." He paused and looked at a second envelope, a perplexed look on his face, "Junie, this is addressed to you, but I don't recognize the name on the return address, R. P. Sanders. Have you given your address to anyone?"

Junie looked up from her computer. "Um, I don't recognize that name. The only person I have given my address is Monica, but the police and the FBI know it," then she paused, "and maybe the car dealership, too."

Bob opened the envelope and as he read it his face darkened, "Junie, you remember there were some letters from an author wanting to talk with you about Sam Card? This is that same author. I didn't recognize the name at first. He wants the same thing as before. He wants to interview you. He is writing a book based on Card. He says he will compensate you for your time."

Junie made a disgusted face, "I don't want to talk with him. I wonder how he got my address."

Donna looked up from her laptop, "He is a she, Rachel Penelope Sanders. She has written several flamboyant novels loosely based on actual crimes." Donna made a distasteful face, "Pretty lurid stuff according to the reviews. She seems to have a certain talent for writing gory details."

Junie shuddered, "I wonder if she is bothering Monica too?"

Donna's voice was flat, "Well, you are not speaking with that woman. In fact, she is going to get a letter from your lawyer stating that if she tries to contact you again, she could find herself facing a harassment lawsuit."

Bob handed the letter to Donna, "Go ahead and try that, but I expect that this R. P. Sanders probably has plenty of lawyers of her own. She has been persistent enough to get Junie's address. I can't help but suspect that once she decides to go after something she will be hard to get rid of."

Junie made a distressed sound. Donna looked up and spoke sharply, "Don't worry yourself, girl. This is for your Master and me to deal with."

Junie's heart jumped when she saw a message from Monica in her inbox.

Dear Junie,

I can email you, but only when I am babysitting. My mother has a password on her computer and won't let me use it. She blames the whole internet for what has happened to me, the internet and my stupidity. She totally does not trust me.

I babysit Monday through Thursday and sometimes in the evenings. I like it. The baby is really good and it gets me out of the house.

I don't have time to write much right now. The baby is awake and is hungry. I will try to write more when she goes to sleep."

Monica

P.S. I did get your last letter and I wrote you back. You should be getting that letter pretty soon. 

Junie wrote back a quick note:

Monica,

I am glad you have found something to get you out of the house and help keep you busy. Babies are so sweet, especially if they are good. Speaking of babies, I will attach some of the latest pictures of the puppies. They are growing up so fast. Their eyes are open now and they are just starting to crawl around.

I hope you are feeling better from your surgery.

I am looking forward to your letter and next email.

I am so glad we can email. It is so much faster.

Junie

It was only a couple of hours later when Monica was able to write back.

Dear Junie,

The puppies are too cute. I love dogs too. I have a dog, a Cocker Spaniel named Spanky; he is almost 15 years old and sleeps almost all the time now. He is almost completely blind with cataracts and he smells terrible. We probably will have to put him to sleep pretty soon, but Mom won't even consider the idea. In a lot of ways he is more her dog than mine now. I could not take him with me to college.

I do take him for walks everyday now that I am back home, anything to get myself out of here. It is hard to go outside, but lately staying inside is harder. I will miss my walks with Spanky when he is gone.

I am not in pain anymore. Even using the dilator does not really hurt anymore. I have tried what you said, to think about it differently. It helped a little, it is not as scary, but in some ways it makes me sadder. It's hard to explain, but the idea of sex and being sexual is hard to think about. Part of me wants to be held and feel safe, but part of me feels so ugly. I have a lot of scars, he did cut my face, neck and breasts as well as the cutting he did on my vagina. Junie, I am sorry if this freaks you out, it kind of freaks me out too when I let myself think about it. But it is hard to imagine that anyone would want me. I don't even like to go out in public because I feel like people are staring at me.

David says that the scars are not that noticeable and that I should stop worrying about it so much. He says I am alive and that is the important thing. I guess I am luckier than those other women they think he killed.

David has been so sweet to me. He was one of the first people I spoke to after they took me to the hospital. I always feel so safe when he is around.

I have to go. The baby's mother will be getting home soon and I need to pick up around here a little. 

Yes I am glad we can email too. Monica

Junie read the email and a tiny seed of an idea planted itself in her imagination. Impulsively she interrupted Donna as she worked at her computer, "Ma'am, how much do people pay for one of the puppies?"

Donna looked up from her writing, "We charge $500 for a male and $750 for a female."

"Ma'am, could I buy Happy?"

Donna's voice was irritated, "Junie, four dogs are plenty for us. You cannot keep a puppy from every litter and that is something you better learn now."

"Oh no Ma'am, not for me, for Monica."

"You can't give a puppy as a gift. Owning a dog is a huge commitment. And I don't let our puppies go just anywhere. I need to make sure that the people will be good owners."

"Well, I was just thinking about it. I do know she has an older dog that is not going to live a lot longer."

As Junie went downstairs to work on her sewing, the idea kept revolving around in her head. The more she thought about it the more perfect it seemed. In her heart she knew that Monica and Happy were meant to be together. She just had to figure out how to make it happen.

Donna was right, she couldn't just give Happy to Monica as a surprise, but she was convinced that if Monica just saw the puppy she could not resist. She wondered how she could make it happen. Could she drive to Oregon by herself? Would Bob and Donna let her go?

You might recognize this story as one I had up in the past, under the titled Northwest Hunters. I took it down for revision and a brief flirtation with possible publication.

Book One of Northwest Hunters, title Joining the Circle is already posted.

Thank you for taking the time to read my story. Please take the time to rate and leave a comment if the spirit moves you.

Enjoy

xantu 



Finding Happiness Ch. 12



Chapter 12: A Welcome Visitor

Junie had spent the better part of a day taking down the chains and the pulleys from the basement ceiling and together she and Bob had moved the cross, swing and the other furniture out to the garage and discretely stacked them behind some other furniture Bob was working on. Junie chattered enthusiastically, "It will be so nice to have Tammi visit. Thank you so much for letting me do this."

Bob gave her an affectionate swat on her bottom, "Family is important. I am looking forward to meeting Tammi."

Junie pulled up in front of her ex-husband's house and took a deep breath. He had not called her or tried to contact her via email. His last words echoed in her mind, 'stupid fat cow'. That had always been what he would call her when he would rage at her. She told herself they were just words and they could only hurt her if she chose to let that happen.

Her steps were determined as she walked up to the door and knocked. Greg was the one that opened the door. Junie looked at him warily, "I am here to pick up Tammi."

"Yeah, I know. It's been all she can talk about, going to visit you."

"Well, let her know I am here." Junie turned on her heel and began to walk back to her car, silently berating herself that she had not thought to just call Tammi on the phone or just honk the horn. An impish smile curved her lips as she visualized herself parked out in front of this house, her old house, leaning on the horn. That had been how Greg had always picked her up the short time they had dated before the unexpected pregnancy had forced their untimely marriage.

Greg's voice followed after her, "Junie, I'm sorry. Don't be like that. Come on back."

She stopped and whirled around. Her voice was icy, "I don't think that would be a good idea."

"Junie, I owe you an apology. At least give me a chance to say I'm sorry. I should never have lost my temper with you on the phone. I promise to behave myself. Please come in and talk with me."

Junie wavered, looking at him and then back towards the scant safety of her car. His manner was confusing. He had never apologized for his words before. It had always been up to her to crawl back pleading for his forgiveness, forgiveness for her inadequacies and failures.

Greg's voice was coaxing, "Come on, Junie, for old time's sake. We can catch up on what's going on with the kids. We owe them that much, to be able to talk about how they are doing, to be parents."

Junie's defenses crumbled at the mention of the children and she slowly came back into the house. "Where is Tammi?"

Greg shrugged, "She remembered she needed to refill a prescription and had to run to the drug store. She will be back pretty soon. Sit down. Make yourself comfortable. Can I get you something to drink?"

Junie looked around the inside of the living room of the house that had been her home for so long. The room smelled strongly of cigarettes. Junie tried to keep from grimacing. That had been the one thing that she had always insisted on, that he not smoke in the house. The room had been remodeled. The walls painted a dark burgundy color and heavy leather furniture dominated the room. She could not see anything that indicated she had ever lived here. She carefully sat on the edge of one chair and shook her head, "No, thank you."

Greg shrugged and sat down on the couch and to her dismay, lit a cigarette and took a deep drag, almost defiantly blowing the smoke out in her direction. His voice was hoarse, "So how have you been?"

Junie let herself look at him for the first time. He looked a lot older, his dark tanned skin seemed blotchy and wrinkled and when he smiled his teeth were brown and stained with nicotine. A tiny spark of satisfaction rose up; he had gained a lot of weight. A pronounced belly hung out over the waist of his jeans. "Fine, I've been fine."

"You look good. You've lost some weight."

"Have I? I don't really keep track of that." Junie wondered at his words. She had not been on a scale since she had gone to live with Bob and Donna. She had noticed that she had had to adjust some of her sewing patterns down a little. 

"You kind of threw me for a loop. First that police thing and then you just left town. What are you doing?"

"I just got a different job. I decided I didn't like it here anymore."

"What are you doing?"

Junie felt a wave of nervousness. "I thought you wanted to talk about the kids."

A flicker of irritation flashed over Greg's face, but he smiled and laughed, "Can't blame me for being curious. I mean one day the cops are looking for you, saying you may have been abducted by some sexual predator. And then you flat disappear off the face of the planet."

"Tammi mentioned you have been asking lots of questions about me."

"Like I said, you can't blame a guy for being curious."

"Well, it's not a big mystery. When that guy broke into my apartment, it scared me a lot. When I had a chance to start a new job and move out of the city, it seemed like a good idea."

"It looks like a nice place. Tammi showed me the pictures you sent her."

Junie frowned, "I like it."

Greg took another deep drag off his cigarette and stubbed it out in an overflowing ashtray. "Junie, there is this woman, an author who has been asking me some questions about you. She said you were... um... involved in some kinky sexual stuff. She said you were a slave or something."

Junie stood up abruptly, and shook her head. "Is it that R. P. Sanders lady?"

"Yeah, that's the one."

"She needs to leave me alone. None of this is any of her business or yours."

Greg paused and lit another cigarette. "She says there is a lot of money to be made, that there is a good juicy story here, real whips and chains stuff with murder and suspense. You could have a piece of that."

Junie made a disgusted face, "I sure as hell don't want some yellow journalist writing some sensational bullshit about my personal life. And I don't need her money."

Greg looked at her with a surprised and disbelieving look on his face. "So she is right? I told her there was no way." He stood and moved toward her with a strange look on his face, "Who would have guessed. My fat little scaredy-cat ex-wife has turned out to be a pervert."

Junie looked at him and felt a wave of rage at his words and condescending tone. Yet everything was crystal clear. Standing her ground, she smiled a bitter smile, her tone sharp and mocking. "It's funny how things turn out, isn't it? All that time, I tried so hard to be a good wife to you and all you could do was fuck around. You call me a pervert, but how many women have you had and lost since our divorce?"

Greg had a surprised look on his face. Not once in their marriage had Junie stood up to him or raised her voice. Always before she would dissolve into sobs or run away. He retreated into old abusive language, but his voice was tired and nasty, "I just don't like fucking fat girls, Junie."

A loud peal of bitter laughter erupted from Junie, "...or, apparently, ones with brains either. And that is a good thing because this is one fat girl that won't ever be fucking you." Junie picked up her purse and walked out of the house. As she went out the front door she threw over her shoulder. "If you ever really want to talk about our kids, you have my email address."

Oddly when she got back to her car, she felt triumphant and powerful rather than angry. She dialed Tammi's number, "Honey, when are you going to be home? I have been waiting here for you for a while."

"I am sorry, Momma. I meant to be home, but I could not find my medicine and I had to go get more." Junie had the fleeting thought that Greg may have had something to do with Tammi's medicine being lost. Tammi was enchanted with Junie's little yellow sports car, squealing in delight when Junie put the top down. The wind was a little loud for conversation, but Tammi's face was ear to ear grins as they sped down the highway. Junie was a little grateful for the chance to gather herself. The conversation with Greg had her still a little on edge.

When they pulled into the long quiet driveway, it was finally quiet enough to talk, "Oh, Momma, this is the coolest car."

Junie stopped the car about halfway down the driveway in the deepest part of the forest. "I love it too." She took a deep breath of the cool forest air, "Tammi, I really want you to enjoy your visit here. I love my new home and I really love the couple I work for. Their names are Bob and Donna; they were so sweet to let me have you come out and visit. It was Donna that encouraged me to be brave enough to face the fact that I was feeling like I had let you down as a mom. That I was feeling like I had abandoned you."

Tammi looked over at her and impulsively leaned over and put her arms around Junie's neck. "Momma, I remember that I was the one that insisted on leaving. I was pretty angry at both you and Daddy. To tell you the truth the only reason I wanted to leave was because of the house. I hated your apartment. It did not feel like home and all I wanted to do was spend time with my friends who lived near our house. I was pretty immature."

Hugging her back and gently rocking, "Honey, you were 14. I should have never let you go. I should have worked it out with you somehow. But I was pretty depressed then and it was everything I could do to just take care of myself. I was not there for you. I am so sorry that you were hurt by that." Junie took a deep breath. "Anyway that was a long time ago and I was talking about my new friends and employers. They have done a lot to help me feel better. They have made a place in their home for me. They are not only my bosses, but they are also my best friends. I want you to know that sometimes I might call them Ma'am and Sir. This is kind of a joke and a nickname I have for them." Junie giggled softly.

Tammi giggled back, a delightful perfect echo of her mother's laugh and then they both began to laugh in earnest. Finally Tammi took a deep breath, "Daddy tried and tried to get me to stop giggling. He would say I sounded just like you. And you know, I liked that I sounded like you."

Junie started her car up and headed down the driveway. "I like it too. I hope you love Bob and Donna as much as I do."

As the little yellow car broke out of the shadows of the trees Tammi gasped as the brilliant explosion of light and color filled her eyes. The lake was sparkling brilliant blue, the dark forest surrounding the vibrant green and rich colors of the flowers surrounding the buildings. Junie caught the familiar shape of Bob standing up from leaning over in the garden, shading his eyes and looking toward them. He raised his hand and waved. Sunny, Bump and Maddy careened across the lawn, running to greet them as they drove in. "Oh, Momma, it's so much prettier than even in the pictures." 

"Yes, it is."

As they parked the little car, Junie cautioned Tammi, "Don't let the dogs crowd you. Stand your ground. Don't talk to them or pet them at first. If you need to move and they are in your way, push them out of the way. It will show them that you are not going to let them push you around." Junie giggled, "It's kind of like dog politics. Bob taught me that. Once they get used to the idea that you are part of the pack and above them in the pecking order, they will obey you."

Bob was walking up as they were getting out of the car. He said a single word in a low voice and the three Golden Retrievers backed away from the car and sat down. A wide smile lit his face as he opened Tammi's car door. "Welcome to our home, young lady. Your momma has been so excited about your visit, I feel like I know you already." He held out his hand to help her out of the car. Tammi froze for a second and then shyly reached for his hand and climbed from her seat. Her voice was soft and uncertain, "Thank you." Once she was out of the car, she nervously pulled her hand from his, her eyes shifting around the yard.

Bob looked at her, his face suddenly thoughtful, "Let me show off my garden and house to you." He turned and walked toward the house. 

Tammi shot Junie a nervous look and then moved to follow. Donna was walking out from the house and gave Bob a patient look. "I see you are going to get the grand tour first thing. He doesn't get many opportunities to show off his garden." She gave Junie a hug and asked, "How was your drive?"

Junie smiled, "The drive was wonderful. We drove with the top down the whole way." She turned to Tammi, "Honey, this is Donna."

Tammi returned Donna's smile. Her manner seemed a lot more at ease; some of the tension going out of her shoulders. "Nice to meet you."

Tammi's visit went by quickly. She sat and played with the puppies for a long time, giggling as they climbed all over her chewing and licking at her hands and face. Then she went for a swim in the lake and lay out in the sun on the deck in her bikini. Junie fixed her favorite dinner of lasagna and fresh garlic bread with a big salad from the garden. Tammi continued to seem shy and quiet around Bob, but soon she and Donna were thick as thieves, talking about school and politics. After dinner Bob fired up the hot tub and then discretely went to the garage to work on a carpentry project, "You girls go ahead and have a soak. I will let you guys have some privacy." Donna winked at Tammi, "Swimsuits optional, girlfriend. We tend to be pretty relaxed around here."

Tammi giggled and blushed, "As long as it's just us, I guess it will be okay." 

All three of them sat in the hot tub and talked the evening away. When the water got too hot to stand, Donna impishly suggested that they take a quick skinny dip in the lake and then turn in for the night. As they climbed out of the cool water and scampered across the yard, Junie looked at her daughter's tall slender body as she dashed to grab a towel to wrap up in. She smiled in wonder at the amazing beauty of the 18 year old girl's body. A tiny voice in her head wondered how her life would have been different if she had looked like that. Almost as quickly she answered herself. She wouldn't have wanted her life to be any different. Her destiny had brought her here and this was where she was meant to be.

Tammi had gone to bed and Junie was in the kitchen finishing up a couple of little things for breakfast, when Donna grabbed her hand and began to pull her toward the basement. Junie sent an alarmed look toward the room her daughter was sleeping in and then to Donna, her eyes huge and alarmed. Donna slyly put her finger up to her lips and tugged insistently on Junie's hand. Junie bit her lip and let her Mistress drag her down the stairs to her room. Once they were in the basement Junie whispered frantically, "What if she wakes up?" 

Donna smiled evilly and whispered back, "I guess we will need to be quiet then, won't we?"

Junie swallowed and nodded. Her voice was low and quivering, "Yes, Ma'am." 

Donna pulled her into her room and closed the door behind them. "I would not be surprised if our Master does not come looking for us pretty soon." She took in Junie's apprehensive expression, "Don't be so frightened, Junie. I am sure you will be able to be quiet."

Pushing Junie down onto the bed she murmured, "Sweet Junie, you are way too overdressed. Take off your clothes. My god, girl, you are acting like a virgin about to be ravished." 

Junie pulled off her clothing and sat nervously on the foot of the bed looking at her Mistress. A tiny giggle of nervousness shook her as she felt an irrational impulse to cover herself with her hands. She whispered in a tense voice, "This feels so wrong."

"Didn't you have sex with your husband when the children were in the house?"

"Yes, of course, but it always made me nervous." Junie giggled with a memory. "One time we were going at it and I looked over Greg's shoulder and saw Greg Jr. just standing there with the funniest look on his face. He couldn't have been more than four. We put a lock on the door after that."

Donna shook her head, "No pet of mine is going to have a lock on her bedroom door. At least not one that would keep me out, perhaps we might consider one that would keep you in when you have been a bad girl."

Junie put on a pouty face, "I hate being sent to my room. I miss you and Master."

Donna grinned and began to pull off her robe, "Well, Sweet Junie, I want you tonight so you are going to have to keep your screams and moans down to a dull roar or you might just look up to see another of your children watching you. I can only imagine the look on your lovely daughter's face."

Junie made a strangled whimper.

Donna pushed her down and knelt on the bed looking down at Junie, a playful grin lighting up her face. "It was difficult to remember she was your daughter, so much beauty and so off limits. You must make it up to me, parading all that gorgeous 18 year old flesh before me."

Junie's eyes widened in shock, her mouth opening to protest, but Donna laughed and put her fingers over Junie's mouth and taunted softly, "Shhh, mustn't wake up the children. Close your eyes for me, girl, keep them closed." Junie's eyes snapped shut.

Donna's voice was a soft teasing whisper tickling Junie's ear, "And don't worry, my Sweet Junie. I would never touch her. It is just the vision of her that has me all hot and steamy. You must let me take what is mine so that I can turn my mind away from visions of what is beyond my reach." Donna leaned down and sealed Junie's lips with her own, humming a soft greedy, "Mmm," as Junie's lips parted and their tongues began to dance.

When Junie heard her bedroom door open a tiny convulsion of panic shook her and her eyelids fluttered and almost opened. A rush of relief swept over her when she heard her Master's voice, soft and deep, "I see you two decided to wait for me."

Donna laughed and whispered in a loud stage whisper. "We have to be quiet. Junie is afraid of waking up her daughter." Donna looked down at Junie's face and chuckled, "I love that look on your face. It's such a delightful mixture of lust, fear and obedience." She leaned down and took one of Junie's nipples between her lips, sucking it hard and then pulling up and letting it pop free. A shudder ran through Junie, but she lay silent. Donna put her hand on Junie's belly pressing down. "Lie still, Junie. I want you to lie perfectly still and quiet." Junie nodded and quivered as she felt the mattress sag beneath her Master's weight as he moved to the opposite side of her on the bed.

Soon she was contending with the waves of pleasure as both her Master and Mistress began to suck and pull on her nipples, their fingers kneading and working at the heavy weight of her breasts. Junie had a brief vision of the puppies vigorously working at Honey's teats as the grunted and sucked. The tiniest of irrepressible giggles started to vibrate in her throat.

Bob's voice was a deep rumbling growl in her ear. "Your nipples are not so swollen, my sweet Junie. How many times did you put your rubber bands on today?"

Junie froze and stammered, "None times. I am sorry, Master. I was in such a hurry to get out of the house."

"And how many times yesterday?"

A tiny whimper shook Junie; her voice was soft and grief stricken, "None. I forgot."

Bob's fingers trapped and pinched her nipples forcefully, crushing them, forcing a spasm of agony to ripple through her body. "Your excitement over the puppies and your daughter's visit has distracted you from your duties."

Junie clenched her teeth and choked down the squeal of pain that welled up. Forcing herself to breathe in short soft pants through her nose she fought to lay still. Bob's voice continued in her ear, "Tell me, Junie, tell what the simple request I have made of you is?" His fingers twisted cruelly.

In a tiny, quavering voice Junie groaned out, "Three... three times a day... 30 minutes. I'm... I'm... sorry... Please. I'll be good... Ah! Ah!" Soft little cries of pain began to leak from her lips as he began to pinch harder. Donna put her hand over Junie's mouth and softly hissed, "Hush, girl." Then she leaned down and sealed Junie's lips with her own.




Finding Happiness Ch. 12



Bob abruptly released his grip on her aching nipples and Junie felt him get up off the bed. Junie shivered to feel him begin to tie her wrists and felt her arms being stretched up toward the bedposts. Then she felt the familiar bite of the metal teeth of the nipple clamps as they gripped her nipples. A soft hiss of pain shook her, filling Donna's mouth with her breath. Again Donna made the greedy, "Mmm."

Junie felt Bob's strong hands tying a rope around her knee and then her other knee then he lifted her knees up toward her chest, stretching her up until her knees were pressed against her breasts. "Keep them there." Junie tightened her stomach and kept her body curled up as she felt him doing something else with the rope. It was everything she could do to keep her eyes closed.

Bob's voice had that calm detached tone that made Junie automatically freeze in fear, "There you go. That ought to help you keep those knees up." He let go of her knees and when Junie began to relax she realized her knees were tied close to her nipples, she felt the tension pull on the clamps, forcing the teeth to dig in. Junie quickly lifted her knees back up, but it was a strain and she knew she could not do this for long. A tiny whimper of fear shook her as she realized her dilemma. 

Donna chuckled and Junie convulsed when she felt Donna's finger nail run up the sole of her foot. Her leg jumped reflexively and jerked cruelly on her nipple make Junie choke down a strangled yip of pain. Junie could not help but gasp out, "Please, oh god please, don't tickle me."

Donna whispered, "You are getting noisy, Junie."

A tiny sob shook Junie, "But it hurts."

Bob rumbled in her ear, "Relax, let the pain flow through you. Think about your duties and welcome the pain. Let it teach and transform you."

Junie took a deep, shaky breath and let herself relax as much as she could while still straining to hold her knees to her chest. "Yes, Master, relax." Her voice shook with effort. Again she felt Donna's sharp nail run then length of the bottom of her foot and she clenched her eyes and forced herself to breathe through it, softly, breathlessly, groaning out, "Relax," as she exhaled.

Bob's voice was praising, "Good girl." His weight shifted on the bed and Junie felt him moving up between her legs. He pushed on her calves, taking some of the strain off her muscles, "Lift your ass up a little, Junie." As she used his hands to lift herself she felt him slip a pillow under her hips. The new angle made it slightly easier to hold her knees up. A groan of happiness shook her as she felt the delicious feeling of him sliding deep inside her. 

Donna's whisper was admonishing, "Such a noisy pet. Perhaps I can find something to keep your noisy little mouth busy." Junie felt Donna straddle her face and eagerly reached with her tongue as Donna eased down onto her face. The angle was awkward and with her hands bound and having to hold her knees up Junie could not lick very effectively. Donna was moving and grinding on her face, smearing her juices on Junie's lips and cheeks. 

Bob gripped her ankles and lifted her feet up and then Junie felt Donna's hands grip her legs from the other side. Bob began thrust, each plunge into her depths making her legs jerk and then yank painfully on her nipples. Donna rocked and ground her cunt down on Junie's face. It was everything that Junie could do to keep her tongue on Donna's cleft, licking and sucking feverishly at the flesh sliding across her mouth. 

It seemed like a confusion of sensations was crowding at Junie's control. Pain and pleasure competed with her struggle to hold her contorted posture and her frantic attempts to serve her Mistress. Soft incoherent groans were leaking up from her lips to be muffled against the hot wet flesh pressed against her lips. As her legs grew increasingly fatigued the clamps were pulling harder and harder on her nipples, sharp agony scorching through her. It was getting harder and harder to breathe; waves of dizziness began to make the bed spin.

An odd detached thought seemed to rise up in her mind. Should she just faint or should she try and tell Donna that she couldn't breathe? She wondered if she tried to say her safe word if Donna or Bob would hear. The thought that if she fainted, would her legs pull her nipples right off her tits, sent a crazy drunken hysterical giggle through her lips. She found herself laughing uncontrollably against Donna's cunt, black dots swimming against the backs of her tightly clenched eyelids. 

She felt Donna move away from her face and finally could take a deep breath. She gasped out, "Can't breathe." Forgetting her instruction she blinked as she gasped deeply, pulling air deep into her lungs. She focused and looked deep into her Master's electric blue eyes. "Thanks, I'm okay now." He shook his head, "You have had enough, Junie," and released the ties holding her knees and lifted her legs supporting them with is arms. 

As he began to move inside her again, Donna whispered, "Prepare yourself, Junie, I am going to take off the clamps." Junie nodded and clenched her teeth. Donna leaned down and pressed her lips to Junie's and released one clamp and then the other. As the fresh wave of pain rolled over her Junie groaned softly into her Mistress's mouth, giving her the gift of her agony.  Junie could feel the tensing of her Master's body and tightened her pelvic muscles, breathing a soft pleading, "Yes, yes," begging for his gift. When he lunged and growled as he pumped his essence deep within her she sighed and breathed, "Thank you, Master."

Freeing Junie's hands from their bonds, Donna knelt once more over Junie, but this time leaning over pressing her lips to Junie's cleft, licking greedily at the junction of Bob's waning erection and Junie's tense and throbbing cunt. Junie reached up and gripped Donna's hips, craning her neck and sucking greedily at Donna's swollen clit. As Bob slowly pulled from Junie, Donna slurped and licked at him, soft hungry moans leaving her lips as she cleaned him. Soon she bent her attention to Junie, feeding on the white creamy mixture of nectar and come, her tongue forcing soft gasps and moans from Junie. 

Junie could feel a huge amount of tension building inside her. As she began to tense and quiver with her pending explosion, Donna paused and looked down and in her mocking stage whisper, cautioned, "Remember, don't wake up the baby." This time Donna trapped Junie's clit between her teeth and began to mercilessly lash it with her tongue. Junie choked down a strangled squeal as she exploded, her soft cry muffled by her Mistress's cunt. Donna pressed down and grated out a soft groaning grunt as she began to convulse with her own climax.

Junie knew her Mistress would not relent and would demand more from her, she kept her tongue busy working, forcing Donna's passions to build higher. Mounting ecstasy was forcing her body to twist and surge, her lips and tongue working fervently, soft whimpers leaking past her resolve to be silent. A second irresistible explosion shook her, squeezing a long whining groan from her lips, Donna joining her in her peak. 

When Junie finally could find her sanity and could climb to her feet, she staggered silently out from her room to the bathroom to get a basin to bathe Donna and Bob; she paused and listened to the silent house, wondering how much sound could carry up from her room to the upstairs. All in all she had managed to keep pretty quiet considering. She shrugged and giggled.

Sunday morning went pretty smoothly. To Junie's relief, Tammi reported sleeping like a log. Junie only had one moment of discomfort when Tammi impulsively gave her a big hug after breakfast and looked at her with puzzlement when Junie flinched and began to giggle nervously. Junie smiled and gave her another even more vigorous embrace, and laughed, "Oh, honey, I am just so happy to have you here!" This time Junie was careful to school her face to an expression of calm happiness to belie the sharp shocks of pain resounding from her tightly banded nipples.

The morning went by quickly and soon Junie found herself driving Tammi home. This time Junie kept the top up, and after a while of watching the trees go by Tammi spoke softly. "Momma, I like Bob and Donna and I can tell you love them. I don't care what Daddy says, I am glad you are living with them. You seem happy for the first time in your whole life."

Junie sighed, "Honey, thank you for that. But what has your daddy been saying to you?"

Tammi shrugged, "It's kind of embarrassing, but he said that you were in some kind of kinky sexual relationship with the man you were living with. To tell you the truth, Momma, I really don't care as long as you are happy. I think that is why I wanted to visit; I just wanted to see if you were happy."

Junie suppressed a nervous giggle, "Well, honey, you are right. I am happier now than I have ever been before. Do me a favor, though; don't listen to everything your daddy says. If you have any questions, ask me. I will be honest with you."

"Momma, I do have a question, but it is about the man that broke into your apartment. I heard that author lady saying he was going to kill you."

Junie's hands tightened on the steering wheel. "That Sanders woman has been at your house?"

"Oh yes, she was there all one afternoon. She asked lots of questions about you. She wanted to see pictures of you. She actually paid Daddy some money for copies of your wedding pictures. And she was very frustrated when Daddy did not know where you were living. She told him she would pay for your address, and when Daddy did not know where you lived, she kept raising how much she would pay like she thought he was holding out on her."

"Crap, that woman is starting to piss me off."

"Momma was she telling the truth; was that man trying to kill you?"

"Yes, honey, I guess he was. He found out about me from a man I was friends with on the internet. He was a very bad man and the FBI think he has killed other women. But he is in jail now and I am safe."

"Was the man on the internet Bob?"

"Oh good lord no, honey. It was someone else, someone I don't talk to at all now. Bob and Donna probably saved my life. They took me home with them. If they had not been there for me I could very easily be dead right now."

Tammi's voice was confused. "Okay."

As they got closer to Tammi's home, June spoke about it one last time. "Honey, please don't talk to your daddy about all this. If he is still talking with that Sanders lady, he will tell her. I don't want my personal life all spread out in some sensational crime novel." Junie decided not to worry Tammi with the information that R. P. Sanders had already managed to find out her address.

As they drove up and parked in front of Tammi's house, Junie saw someone moving inside the house. She leaned over and kissed her daughter on the cheek. "I enjoyed our talk on the way home. Remember, if you need to talk or have any questions, I am here for you. You will understand if I don't come in, won't you?"

Tammi giggled her soft perfect replica of her mother's laugh and nodded. "Oh yes, Momma."

As Junie pulled away from the curb she saw a woman in a too tight business suit run down the sidewalk waving at her vigorously to stop. She was wearing high heels and the skirt was riding up. Junie pulled to stop at the sign about a block away and pushed the button to lower the top of the little sports car. In the rear view mirror Junie saw the woman smile in triumph and slow to a quick trot, apparently confident that she was waiting. She was only about a hundred feet away when the top clicked down and locked shut. Junie could not resist waving as she put the car in drive and pushed down on the accelerator. The woman stopped and looked at her, outrage on her face, and then she violently threw down her briefcase onto the street. Junie wondered if she could hear her laughing as she sped away. 

*

You might recognize this story as one I had up in the past, under the titled Northwest Hunters. I took it down for revision and a brief flirtation with possible publication.

Book One of Northwest Hunters, title Joining the Circle is already posted.

Thank you for taking the time to read my story. Please take the time to rate and leave a comment if the spirit moves you.

Enjoy

xantu 



Finding Happiness Ch. 13



Chapter 13: Trespasser 

Junie looked up from the picture of R. P. Sanders that Donna had found on the internet. She pointed at the picture. "Yes, Ma'am, that was the lady." 

Donna started muttering soft angry obscenities, and then she took a deep breath. "Good girl not stopping and talking to her."

Junie giggled, "Sometimes being afraid of strangers is an advantage."

Donna marched out to where Bob was working in the yard, "Honey, that Sanders lady tried to ambush Junie in Seattle. It is just a matter of time before she shows up here. I think it is time to post the property."

Bob frowned. "You know I hate the idea of no trespassing signs. Why don't we just let her show up and get frustrated. I think maybe we need to have Junie tell her to go fuck herself and then she will go find someone else to bother."

Donna had a sour look on her face. She turned to Junie, "Do you think you would want to do that?"

"Well, Ma'am, of course I would not want to do that. But if you think it is the best solution, I am sure I can do it, especially if you are there with me."

That evening as Junie was helping put the furniture back into the dungeon, Bob questioned her, "Have you been putting the rubber bands on?"

Junie nodded as the she stretched to hang the chains back on their assigned hooks in the ceiling, "Yes, Sir, three times today."

"Show me."

Junie obediently climbed down from the step ladder and pulled off her loose t-shirt and unsnapped her peek-a-boo bra and dropped it onto the floor. She lifted her heavy breasts up and offered them for his inspection. She looked proudly down at her swollen red nipples. Bob cupped them in his warm rough palms. Little sharp shocks of pain and pleasure ran through her. Junie shivered and murmured, "Nice, you know I like it better when they are like this. I am sorry that I forgot."

Bob's voice was low, "I am not done with this."

A tremble went through Junie's frame. Her voice shook, "Yes, Master."

"Forgetting is not an excuse. You made a decision to put off what you knew was a requirement. You are well aware that you let your enthusiasms distract you from your duties. I have not asked a great deal from you, Junie. You have disappointed me, putting my request last and then forgetting."

A soft sob shook Junie. "I am sorry."

Bob stroked her hair. "I know, but when I tell you to do something, I do not have the time or inclination to monitor you all the time. How am I going to trust you to obey?"

Junie sank to her knees, her eyes brimming with tears. His words were more painful than any lash. "Please forgive me. I promise to be good. Please, Master, I will do anything."

Bob stroked her hair, "I know, Junie. And you will do everything I say. For now I want you to come to me each time you remove the rubber bands. You will come to me and kneel before me nude from the waist up and wait for my words to remove the bands. For now I will observe your obedience. We will see how long it will take for me to start to trust your attentiveness to my requests."

Junie gulped and nodded, "Yes, Master."

"I think that I will also spend some more time making sure that your nipples are a constant reminder to you. Perhaps if they sing to you constantly it will be more difficult to forget your duties. In that light, I want you to fetch my crop. It is on the top of my dresser."

Junie scurried to comply, running up and down the stairs, her large breasts bouncing, and her nipples throbbing with the sudden movement. Soon she was kneeling at Bob's feet, her head lowered with the crop offered up on the palms of her hands. "Please, Master, teach me to be better. Help me to remember."

"Stand up, Junie, and put your hands behind your neck and offer up your breasts to me."

A wave of almost giddy happiness seemed to sweep over Junie as she stood and arched her back, thrusting her breasts out at her Master. Her voice was breathless, "Yes, please."

The crop was snake swift as it lashed out and struck one nipple and then the other. Junie gasped and hissed as the pain shot through her and then seemed to grow stronger. Her voice cracked and wavered, "Thank you. Please, Master, hit me again."

Each pair of blows seemed to push the pain higher and higher, forcing squeals and then screams from Junie's lips. Just when she thought she could not stand one more wave of agony without falling to her knees, he stopped and said, "Hold out your hand," and he gently placed the crop in her hand. "When you come to me to take off the rubber bands, bring this with you."

The next morning Junie woke to the familiar sensation of Bob's fingers tugging on her nipple. A sharp stabbing pain accompanied the warm rush of excitement that seemed make her cunt swell and well up with warm moisture. Stifling her impulse to giggle she turned to face him and breathed, "Thank you, Master," and slipped from the bed.

The first time she presented herself to him in the morning, proudly nude from the waist up, her nipples swollen and purple, Bob sat with his coffee and looked at her. He held out his hand and she almost ritually placed the crop in his palm. His voice was soft, "Junie, remove the rubber bands."

A soft shudder of pain shook her as the blood flowed back into her nipples, but she kept her hands soft and still by her side, breathing softly, letting the agony flow through her. She murmured, "Thank you, Master."

"You are welcome. Hold out your hand."

She looked at him puzzled and he handed the crop back to her. Bob smiled, "Do not forget to bring this with you each time, Junie."

Junie looked down at the crop in her hand and murmured, "Yes, Master."

Each time she came to him that day it was the same. He would hold the crop as she removed the rubber bands and then would return the crop to her, prompting her to remember to bring it with her the next time.

Junie opened the latest letter from Monica; inside there was a lot of things they had already talked about in their emails, but as she read further she tensed...

...R. P. Sanders has talked to me about you. She asked me where you lived and asked me about what kind of person you were. She said you were a slave? I did not tell her anything that you have said and I did not tell her where you lived. But some of the things she said made me curious. She actually offered me a lot of money for a look at your letters. My mom was so pissed when I said no.

I just said that it would be wrong to talk about other people and she would have to talk to you if she wanted to know about you. She said that she was going to be doing that.

Junie, I don't know how to ask this but can you explain to me about what it is like for you. You talk about having a Master and a Mistress. In your first letter you said you have given yourself to them. You mention chores. What kinds of things do they make you do? Do they punish you?

I know that my boyfriend was really into tying me up and wanted to beat me with a whip thing. I let him tie me, but I said no to being hit. That was too weird. He wanted me to call him Master and wanted me to have sex with other people. I did like the idea of swinging. I wanted to be cool and impress him, I guess, and I have to admit the idea of a stranger seemed exciting at the time. Even writing this makes me shudder with fear now. I don't know how I could have been so stupid.

Anyway, my mother forbids me to communicate with him now. And I have to agree, he turned out to be kind of a creep. He never even came to see me after I was hurt. He called, but he tried to say it was not his fault that the man hurt me, that there was no way he could have known. Maybe he was right, but it pissed me off. I told him not to call me anymore.

Monica

Junie made an enraged squall, "God damn it, that woman is everywhere."

Donna looked up, her eyes questioning. "Sanders?"

"Yes; she has been trying to ask Monica about me too. She has found out that I have been writing to Monica and has been trying to get my address. She actually offered to pay to read my letters." Junie was beside herself with anger, pacing back and forth, "That bitch needs to mind her fucking business. I could just tear her hair out."

Donna was looking at Junie with a surprised look on her face. "This is a new Junie that I have not seen before."

"Pisses me off that she is bothering Monica. And her questions were upsetting to Tammi too. I am sure that it was the lurid bullshit that she was spouting to Greg that had Tammi looking sideways at Bob like she was half afraid he was going to do something bizarre."

The pent up energy from feeling so angry had Junie muttering and slamming things as she went about finishing her morning chores. Finally Donna looked up from her work on her laptop at the kitchen table and cautioned, "One of the things I most admire about your housework, Junie, is how quiet you are as you work."

Junie's voice was soft and still frustrated, "I am sorry, Ma'am. I will be quieter. What are you doing?"

"I'm just reading some forums and articles about some legislation being proposed by some groups regarding campaign funding and disclosure." Donna shook her head, "Pretty boring stuff by most people's standards, but I like to keep up on what's going on in politics."

"Have you ever thought about running for office?"

"Good lord, no. I am smart and devious enough. And I probably have that streak of ruthlessness that is required. I just would hate the idea of being open to public scrutiny. I like my privacy too much. No, I will work in the background. I write articles and try to be a community activist."

Junie laughed, "My Mistress, I completely appreciate your deviousness and ruthlessness. I need to learn at your knee. All my impulses are so primitive. All I can do is think about violence toward that woman. I want to hit her with something."

Donna shook her head, "Do not indulge that fantasy, Junie. I am sure if you were to assault her she would have your ass in court in a heartbeat. And people like her thrive on attention, personal and public attention. She would welcome getting the police involved and the news media too. But I think that Bob is right. If we put up no trespassing signs, she will just lurk around the outside. We need to face her and convince her that she will get nothing from you. I would not be surprised if we see her show up around here soon."

"I can't figure out what she wants from me anyway. I hardly laid eyes on that man."

"She is asking questions about our lifestyle. She wants the lurid sexual stuff. Remember that Monica was just a dabbler. She probably has interviewed Monica's boyfriend. I am sure, if she could, she would love to talk to that online bastard, Sir James."

Junie looked thoughtful, "You know I mentioned to Tammi that a man I knew online had told Sam Card about me. And Tammi asked me if Bob was that man. I told her no, but now that you mention it, I wonder if Tammi got that idea from that Sander's woman. I wonder if that woman thinks Bob was the guy that was Sam Card's puppet."

Donna's voice was dry, "That would also explain Tammi's shyness around Bob."

Junie giggled, "I bet that Sander's woman wants to talk to Bob too."

Donna raised a brow, "Now that would frustrate the hell out of her."

When Junie sat down to do her email, she wrote a nice long email to Tammi raving about how much she had enjoyed the visit. She also wrote that she had realized that R. P. Sanders had been at the house and had chased her down the road. She wrote a description of the tight-skirted woman chasing her down the street that had her giggling. She cautioned again that she would prefer to be the one that spoke with the writer and to just ignore any questions that her father or anyone else had for her.

Next she wrote to Monica a long email.

Dear Monica,

I got the letter you wrote me. I was pretty frustrated that R. P. Sanders was bothering you too. She has managed to get my address and she has written me a couple of times. Apparently she has been trying to talk with all the people I know. She actually bought some pictures of me from my ex-husband, if you can believe that. She has filled my daughter's head up with some bullshit about my kinky sexual lifestyle.

Am I a slave? I don't know exactly what that means. I have committed myself to serve my Master and Mistress. Serving them fulfills me and makes me happy. My chores are the same chores any housekeeper would do and I am paid for the work I do. I will not lie to you, Monica; it is a sexual relationship as well. I find being dominated very sexually erotic. I like to be tied. I find experiencing pain from my lovers very exciting. Yes, I get punished, but only when I disappoint my owners. But it is a relationship that I can end anytime it is not good for me. It is not a lifestyle for everyone, but it is what I need and I am wildly happy. All I ask is not to be judged.

I cannot help but believe that that Sanders woman just wants to write a story about the worst aspects of what has happened to you and me. She wants to write a book that will make us look like freaks and victims that deserved the horrible things that have happened to us. I do not trust her to be sensitive or truthful. I want you to be very careful what you tell her about what happened to you. It may end up looking cheap and tawdry. I can't help but believe that her books are the kind you find on the backs of a thousand toilet tanks for real perverts to masturbate to as they reread the dirty parts.

Don't forget she will be using your real name. And I wonder how much of the money she makes we will really see if she does write this great piece of true crime, tell all, journalism. You will become a public figure, known for the scars and horror, not for the wonderful, beautiful girl you were and are. 

Darling Monica, I am sorry if this is a bit strong. But I am just so angry right now that this woman seems determined to profit from our agony. She once said to my ex-husband that 'there was a lot of money to be made'.

You do what you need to do, but please don't give that woman any information about me. She managed to get my address from someone. She can ask me what she wants, but I have a pretty distinct impression she will not be happy with my answers. My Master says I should tell her to just go fuck herself.

Again I am sorry that I sound so angry. Write me back and tell me how you are doing.

Your friend,

Junie

It was later that afternoon when Monica wrote her back.

Dear Junie,

I am so sorry that Rachel has made you upset. My mother was the one that encouraged me to talk with her. She gave me a thousand dollars and I signed a contract to do some interviews with her once the trial is over. She said she would give me another $5000 dollars after the book was published. My mom said she was a famous author. I talked with her a little and she seemed really nice. She is really good friends with my mother. My mom says I deserve to have at least something good come of out of this, that I deserve some kind of payback.

David does not like her very much either. He calls her a vampire. He says she is just trying to make a livelihood out of sensationalizing other's people's suffering, but he says that it is up to me.

All I know is that we really needed the money. My mom had missed a lot of work and we were behind on rent. 

I promise to never tell her anything you tell me. But I am sure that my mother would tell her anything. I would not be surprised if she got your address from my mom. I will keep your letters hidden and maybe we should stick to emails for now. Mom has no idea that I am even on the computer. She would get totally hysterical if she knew.

Thank you for telling me a little about your life with your Masters. I guess I had some kind of crazy vision of you being kept in chains or a cage or something. LOL Chained to a sewing machine, being forced to make corsets. I don't think I could ever bear to be tied up ever again. The idea makes me feel like throwing up. I never liked pain. My ex-boyfriend spanked me a few times and it just seemed weird and I made him stop.

Send me some more pictures of the puppies and let me know how you are doing. I did not know you had any children, tell me about them. The baby girl I am sitting is so sweet and cute. I hold her all the time.

Friends forever,

Monica

Junie was putting the finishing touches on dinner, talking with Bob and Donna about finishing sewing the sex sling, when the barking of the dogs alerted them that they had company. Bob stood up. "I don't hear a car. Could just be a deer in the garden. I will go check."

Junie pressed her lips together and kept stirring the hollandaise sauce. Her body tense and listening as the dogs continued to bark. 

It was not many minutes before Bob poked his head in the back door. He had a very amused grin on his face, "Donna, grab the camera and come on out and see what Bump has up a tree." He looked at Junie, "You can come along too, little one; it is not often that I get to see such a funny bird perched in an apple tree."

Bump was standing on his hind legs trying to reach up into one of the apple trees, barking excitedly. The other three dogs were circling the tree adding their voices to the chorus. It took a minute, but Junie could see the slender form of a woman kicking futilely at the young dog, cursing and pleading for the big dogs to be quiet. Bob took the camera and began to snap pictures. He called to Bump, one word bringing the panting Golden Retriever to heel, the other dogs coming to sit at their master's feet.

Bob called to the woman, "You might as well come on down. They wouldn't have bitten you. They just are excited to have a new friend."

Donna leaned over and picked up a large expensive looking camera. "Look, Bob, you are not the only one interested in taking pictures." She began to cycle through the images stored on the digital SLR camera.

Junie recognized R. P. Sanders from her picture, but now she was wearing a stylish pair of designer jeans and a dark, long-sleeved shirt. She was wearing a pair of dark glasses that were sitting a little crooked on her nose and her expensively frosted hair was coming out of the band holding it back from her face. As she climbed down from the tree her pants caught on a tree branch and a loud tearing sound was accompanied by a loud curse, "God damn it!"

Bob continued to snap pictures of the woman as she climbed out of the tree. Junie could not help but giggle.

Rachel Sanders turned to Donna and held out her hand, "That camera is my property."

Donna looked at her and turned the camera over in her hands, examining it carefully. "Really? I don't see your name on it. Perhaps you have a receipt or some other documentation to prove this is yours."

Bob growled, "Donna, give her the camera."

Donna made a face and held out the camera to the disheveled woman. When Sanders looked at the camera, she cursed again. "Fuck, it's broken. What did you do to it?"

Donna shrugged and said, "Maybe the batteries fell out when you dropped it. Maybe they are in the grass around here somewhere."

Bob handed the little digital camera he had been using to take pictures to Donna. He turned to the angry woman, his face no longer amused, "Perhaps you would like to explain what you were doing climbing in my apple tree."

"That dog attacked me."

"My dogs are well trained and not the slightest bit aggressive. They might have barked and run at you, but they would never attack anyone. So, perhaps you would like to try again. What are you doing sneaking around my yard with a camera?"

"I wanted to see Miss Thomas. I wanted to have a chance to talk to her alone. You are keeping her prisoner here."

Junie made an outraged gasp, but Bob shot her a warning look. "You will have your turn to talk, Junie. Until then, I expect you to listen."




Finding Happiness Ch. 13



"Like I said, a prisoner."

Bob looked at the woman, rage smoldering in his eyes. "Are you accusing me of doing something illegal? If so, I would remind you about slander. If you wish to talk to Junie go ahead. Say what you want."

"Yeah, right, like she would be able to talk freely with you here."

Bob turned on his heel, "Donna, come to the house. Let's leave Junie to speak with this woman alone." He called to the dogs and walked away, Donna reluctantly trailing behind him. 

Junie made an alarmed squeak as she watched her Master and Mistress abandon her with this woman. She resisted the impulse to run after them. She turned and looked at the woman, an angry, wary look creasing her features. "I wish you would just leave me alone!"

"So they call you Junie?"

"You know that. That is what everyone calls me."

The woman smiled softly, seductively. "Miss Thomas, may I call you Junie?"

"No! I just want you to go away!"

"Why? You have never even met me."

"I know what kind of books you write. I don't want you to put my name in your stupid book."

"It's too late for that now, Junie, your name will be in my book. You might as well talk to me. I will pay you for your time. You will be able to tell me the truth about what is happening to you."

"Would I get the right to say exactly what you write?"

The author frowned, "I cannot let you have that kind of control over my writing. I would not let anyone have that kind of editorial control over me." She paused and looked arrogantly at Junie, "I am an artist."

"Would you give Monica and me half of all the profit off the book?"

"Half?" The woman's voice was disbelieving. "Do you have any idea of how much money you are talking about?"

Junie interrupted her, "And you are giving Monica a whole great big $6000.00. Agent Durant is right, you are a vampire. Now get the fuck out of my yard and my life. If you write any lies about me, I will sue you for every fucking cent you make off this book and any others you might write in the future."

"Junie, you don't have to stay here and let these people abuse you. I will help you get away if you want to go."

Junie resisted the urge to attack the woman standing in front of her, "I am not a prisoner. I am not being abused. I am perfectly free to come and go. Get the fuck out of my life you stupid, stupid bitch."

A look of frustrated rage darkened Rachel Sanders' features. "I somehow expected more respectful behavior from a slave."

"Well, I guess then I must say to you very respectfully, go fuck yourself!"

Junie turned and marched toward the house.

Rachel Sanders refused to be discouraged, walking behind her, "Is it true then? Are you his slave? Are you both his slaves?"

Bob and Donna were sitting on the front deck. Donna was still snapping pictures of Junie and the woman tagging after her when Junie went into the house and slammed the door. Bob stood up and blocked Rachel Sanders as she tried to open the door and follow Junie. "You are not welcome in my home. It seems that Junie is done speaking with you. I think it is time for you to go."

Rachel Sanders whirled to face him, her voice acid, "Your little sex slave has quite the mouth on her."

Bob stepped up to her, "Interesting choice of words, sex slave, I can't imagine what you mean by that." His voice was a deep ominous growl. "Once again I would suggest you choose your words carefully. Look up the definitions of slander and libel. I would love nothing more than suing you and taking what is yours. Now once more, I am telling you to get off my property and I am expressly saying to you, in the presence of my lawyer, that you are not allowed onto my property in the future. If you do not leave immediately or if you choose to return you will be facing trespassing charges and very likely a civil suit. I am sure that you would not like to be tied up in court when you have so many lies to write."

Rachel Sanders made an enraged, inarticulate squawk, and then turned and marched down off the deck. At the bottom of the stairs she turned and barked, "This isn't over, you know. I don't need the interviews to write the book."

Neither Bob nor Donna spoke. Donna lifted the camera and snapped a picture of the angry author. Junie watched as she marched away toward the woods, the tear in the back of her pants gaping open and closed as she walked, revealing the white skin in regular flashes as she stalked to the woods and disappeared into them.

Bob shook his head, "Well, she is probably going to go ahead and write the book, but at least I don't think we will see her sneaking around here anymore. Did you really break her camera?"

Donna dryly commented, "No, I just took the batteries out, after I deleted all the pictures on the memory card."

Bob roared with laughter, "That's my goddess, so devious and delightfully vindictive."

Junie came out onto the deck and slipped her arms around her Master. "Dinner is ready any time you are."

You might recognize this story as one I had up in the past, under the titled Northwest Hunters. I took it down for revision and a brief flirtation with possible publication.

Book One of Northwest Hunters, title Joining the Circle is already posted.

Thank you for taking the time to read my story. Please take the time to rate and leave a comment if the spirit moves you.

Enjoy

xantu



Finding Happiness Ch. 14



Chapter 14: Disobedience

Bob sat down at the table and put on a broad smile. "So, what was it we were talking about when we were so rudely interrupted?"

Junie cracked up, "I think I was telling you about the canvas sling I made. But it's kind of hard to describe, I would much prefer to demonstrate it for you." She looked up at him through her lashes and bit her lower lip. 

Bob laughed and commented, "I am more of a hands-on learner."

As Junie began to pick up after dinner, Bob mentioned that he had found potential buyers for three more of the puppies. "All we have left is one female."

Junie looked up in alarm and whispered, "Happy?"

Donna looked at Junie and frowned, "Junie, I thought we had discussed this. You cannot give that puppy to someone as a surprise. It would not be fair to Happy or Monica."

Junie fell to her knees by her Mistress, "But Ma'am, I know, I just know, that it's a good idea. It's perfect. Please don't sell Happy until I can figure out a way to make this happen. I know if I can just take Happy to Oregon and show her to Monica, Monica would want her."

Donna looked down at Junie in consternation, "Now you want to go to Oregon?"

"Oh, yes, I do. I just have to go." Junie looked back and forth between her Master and her Mistress, her face pleading, "Please, it's really important to me. I will do anything you say."

Bob looked at Junie, "Junie, this is for your Mistress and I to discuss. So, for now, I will do this. I will not find a home for Happy until we decide. But your assignment is to accept whatever we decide, and until then do not bring this up to us again."

Just the promise to not sell Happy caused a rush of excitement to flood through her. "Oh, thank you! Thank you so much!" 

Bob's voice called down the stairs, "Junie, are you down there? I want that 'hands-on learning' experience."

She called up, "Master, I'm in my sewing room. I'm getting the stuff," and quickly gathered up the confusing armload of canvas, buckles, and straps and headed out to the playroom. She was laying them out on the floor when Bob came down into the basement.

She showed him how there were three major supports that would hold the majority of her weight: two wide bands that went behind her hips and shoulders, and then some slings that could support her legs and feet. The straps were all adjustable and attached to the eye rings of the swing frame he had made earlier. Getting in was a little awkward, and she needed a stepstool and his help to steady her, but soon he was pushing her back and forth. Junie was giggling as they goofed around, trying out various angles and positions while fully dressed. But soon her giggles were replaced by soft sighs, as Bob held her tightly and ground his swelling cock against her crotch. 

Bob's voice took on a deeper tone, "Yes, this is definitely better. Come, Junie; let's get you out of this contraption. We'll want to use your ass tonight, so you must prepare yourself for that." 

A rush of excitement made Junie swallow and stammer, "Y... yes..., Master," she said, as a warm flood of moisture soaked her panties. 

Getting out of the sling was even clumsier and Junie showed him how the straps could be released if there was an emergency or if there were any other kinds of problems. "I think I could sit in this thing for quite a while, but eventually my legs might get a little numb. There's almost no stress on my arms though; all my weight is supported by my hips and shoulders. It's completely adjustable, so Donna will be able to play with it too."

Once she was out and they untangled the canvas and straps, Bob gave her a quick swat on the bottom. "Go start getting ready. I'll send your Mistress down to help you, if I can pull her away from those puppies."

"Is that where she is?"

"You aren't the only one suffering from a bad case of puppy love. She's going to be as sorry as you are to see them go."

Junie was finishing making the enema solution when Donna came into the bathroom. She looked up and smiled, "How are our puppies?"

"They are wonderful. I love it now that their eyes are open. I need a shower though; I'm completely covered with puppy kisses."

Junie giggled, "Now I am jealous."

Donna took the enema bag from Junie's hands, "Let me help you with that, sweet girl." Her voice taking on the firm cool tones that Junie was learning to recognize as her Mistress taking charge of her.

"Yes, Mistress." A soft wave of calmness washed over Junie. She felt almost an opening of her spirit as she felt herself slipping deeper into her submission. She felt like she was moving slower, more deliberately, yet alert for the slightest indication of what their needs for her would be. Junie knelt before her Mistress. "Command me, my Mistress; I exist to serve you and my Master."

Donna gathered up a handful of Junie's hair, firmly twisting her face up to regard her Mistress looking down at her, "You are acting like such a good girl... now, Junie." Junie found herself looking up apprehensively at her Mistress, wondering what she had done.

As Junie knelt on the floor clenching her sphincters, struggling to hold the warm solution inside her bowels, she was shocked to feel Donna's hand sharply spank into one of her ass cheeks. Her Mistress had never spanked her before. Junie gasped and focused on holding the water inside her. Donna's voice was admonishing, "Junie, if I tell you 'no' about something, it is completely inappropriate to defy me and beg me to change my mind. And worse to go to our Master, hoping he will overrule my decision. I'm disappointed that you disturbed our Master with this trivia."

Junie gasped in a strangled voice, "I'm sorry, Mistress, you said I couldn't give Happy as a gift. I though you meant that I needed Monica to want Happy and be willing to commit. I was trying to figure out how to do that, how to get Monica to see that having Happy would help her. You didn't say that I couldn't ask Monica if she wanted Happy."

"So now you decide to interpret my words to fit your expectations?" Donna continued to spank Junie firmly, moving back and forth across Junie's broad bottom. Junie's bowels were churning and deep, agonizing cramps were making her feel nauseous.

While the blows from Donna's hands were nowhere as painful as Bob's when he spanked her, somehow the knowledge that her Mistress was punishing her was devastating to Junie. Junie burst into tears and sobbed, "I'm sorry. I just wanted it so bad." A particularly strong cramp made Junie double up. Her voice a strangled groan, "Oh god, Ma'am, please can I let it out?"

Donna's voice was icy, "Get up and get on the toilet, Junie."

Junie scrambled to sit and whimpered out, "Thank you, Ma'am," as she finally could release the pressure inside her.

"We are not finished with this, Junie. But tonight our Master has some plans for both of us. This will have to wait until tomorrow."

Junie's face was a mask of sadness as they came out from their shower. Bob was arranging some things from the toy box and he looked up curiously at the expression on Junie's face. Donna commented dryly, "I was just talking to Junie about how disappointed I was that she felt compelled to continue with this puppy foolishness after I had told her that it was out of the question."

Junie shot Donna a sad look, every fiber of her being wanted to protest that her Mistress had never used those words. If her Mistress had used those words, she would have never said another thing. But in her heart she knew that she would probably have tried to figure out a way to make it happen, no matter what her Mistress had said.

Bob frowned, "I told Junie not to bring that up and now I will tell you the same thing. I will think about it and decide. Both of you will accept my decision. Now, I don't want to fucking talk about this again and you better not let this spoil our play tonight, or both of you will end up regretting ever speaking to me about this." Bob arched his brow and looked at both of them, "Understood?"

Junie was immensely relieved, but she could still sense Donna's tension. Junie looked at Donna, pleading with her eyes to please just let it go like their Master had directed. Junie knelt down at her Master's feet. "I'm sorry, Master, my actions were disobedient to my Mistress."

Bob ignored her and kept his eyes on Donna, measuring, "Junie, show your Mistress how to assist you getting into the swing and how the emergency releases work."

"Yes, Sir." Junie pulled the stepstool up and, looking at Donna a little nervously, then she spoke carefully. "Mistress, it is easier for me to get up if I have this stool to stand on." Donna nodded, but didn't speak as Junie eased her weight down on the wide band and then leaned back on the support that held her shoulders. "I can lean back like this." Junie reached and tried to slip the leg supports over her feet and teetered and grabbed the straps. "Ma'am, could you please help me put those over my feet? They slip up my legs so that I can have some support under my thighs. That way, I can still have my legs spread wide so that you or my Master can have access to... um... everything."

Donna reached and began to slide the leg supports on and spoke for the first time, her voice acid and mocking, "...um, everything? Junie, stop acting like a little fucking virgin. Um, everything what? Say it. Say the dirty words, Junie. Tell us what you want."

Junie gulped and mumbled, "I'm sorry, Ma'am. You and my Master can have access to my cunt and asshole."

"Stop mumbling, I could not quite hear you. You need to speak up when you speak to us. Tell me again and tell me what we can do to you."

Junie let her weight settle onto the supports on her thighs and let the band under the curve of her ass slip up, taking almost all her weight on her thighs. Spreading her legs wide she took a deep breath. "I can hang here like this, with my legs wide, and my asshole and cunt are completely accessible for your use. You can fuck my ass and my cunt both at the same time, if that is your pleasure." Her voice was clear and loud; a wave of embarrassment and humiliation swept through her, but at the same time she could feel that same intangible sensation of opening, calming, becoming more pliant, and sliding deeper into her submission.

"And, my little slut, what is your pleasure?"

The words poured from Junie, "Oh please, let me serve you. I exist to serve you. I want to obey. Please use me for your pleasure."

Donna ran her hands down Junie's body, trailing her nails across Junie's skin, leaving red lines as they scored her flesh. "Beg us to fuck you, Junie. Beg us to fuck your ass and cunt."

An almost irresistible wave of excitement seized Junie, her cunt clenching and throbbing. She could feel her nipples tighten into knots. "I belong to you, all of me, it's all yours. Please fuck this slave. I beg you to fuck me. Fuck all my holes. Please fuck my ass and cunt. Use me like the slut I am." She writhed in the swing, making herself sway back and forth. "Please."

Donna cupped Junie's breasts and then pinched her nipples. "Would you like that, my little slave slut? Would you like me and our Master to fuck you like that?"

"Oh yes, please."

Bob pulled Donna back. "Donna, go put on your strap on."

Junie made a little whimpering groan as she saw the nipple clamps in his hands. Bob leaned down and took a nipple between his lips, sucking and pulling then letting the hard nub slip between his lips with a pop. As the teeth of the clamp sank into her sensitized flesh Junie cried out, "Yes, Master, use me."

When the teeth of the second clamp compressed her other nipple, Junie looked up at Bob and grated out, "Yes, like that. Thank you. More please."

"More?"

Junie's voice was breathless and excited, "Yes, please, Master. I want everything. More pain, more pleasure, hurt me, fuck me."

Bob smiled and stroked her face, "Such a good little slut. There will be more." He attached the chain between the clamps and, pursing his lips thoughtfully, he tied a short length of twine to the chain and lifted the weight of her breasts up and tied it off on the support of the swing.

Junie gasped and breathed through her mouth as she adjusted to the rush of pain. Her voice was strained, "Thank you, Master."

"My pleasure."

"Yes, for you, for your pleasure."

Junie's eyes grew round and blinked as she suddenly took in the sight of Donna wearing the strap on; the largest dildo swaying as Donna playfully swung her hips back and forth. Donna met Junie's eyes and smiled predatorily. "You want me to fuck you with this, don't you, Junie? You want this monster cock crammed up your protesting little asshole, don't you?"

"Oh god, Ma'am; it's so big."

"But you want it. Tell me how much you want me to fuck your ass with this."

Junie's voice was hoarse with excitement, "I really want it. I want you to rape my ass with that big cock. Please do it to me."

Donna laughed delightedly, "I am going to so fuck you."

Bob's voice was sharp and directive, "Not until Junie is completely ready. You want to fuck her with that thing, you better make sure she is completely relaxed." He gripped the back of Donna's neck and propelled her around to behind Junie, pushed her down to her knees, and pressed her face against Junie's ass. "Get to work, bitch. I want Junie screaming for you to fuck her before you stop."

Junie convulsed as she felt Donna's tongue stroking the length of her crack, "Oh, god."

She heard Donna's voice muffled against her ass, "You know you like it, slut. Tell me how much you like it."

Junie writhed and moaned as she felt Donna's tongue, warm and soft, massaging circles over her asshole. "Yes, it feels good." Another spasm of pleasure rocked her as her Master knelt and pressed his mouth to her cleft, his tongue spreading her folds, licking in long bold strokes. "Oh fuck, yes!" Junie undulated and squealed as the competing sensations forced her body to jerk and sway. The movements made the clamps tug on her nipples, feeding the fire that was growing inside her.

It didn't take long before Junie sensed a growing tension in her body. Her cries began to take on a building urgency. Her Master pulled his face from her and growled sharply, "No, Junie, you may not come until you are filled front and back. You must have your Mistress buried to the hilt inside your ass and me filling you in the front. Only then may you find your passion." Standing he gripped her hips and plunged deep into her cunt.

A sharp cry broke from Junie's lips, "Oh god, yes!"

Junie squirmed as she felt her Mistress's fingers probe deeply into her nether passage, slippery with lubricant. Her Mistress's voice echoed her Master's, "Yes, Junie, not until I am buried to the hilt in this hot tasty ass of yours."

Junie cried out impatiently, "Then do it! Oh god, please do it."

Donna continued to probe and work her fingers deep inside Junie, matching the rhythm of her Master's cock thrusting deep, sending irresistible waves of heat and light through Junie's body.

Donna's voice tormented her, "Do what, Junie? What does your slutty ass want? Say it. Beg me for it."

Junie's voice cracked and broke a sob choking her, "Please, Ma'am. Fuck me. Fuck my ass. I can't wait much longer. It's too much." Junie paused and grated out. "God damn it, shove that thing into me."

Donna burst out with a delighted laugh. "If you insist, my little slut, remember not to come until I'm all the way in."

Junie squealed in excitement as she felt the firm head of the dildo push against her and slip inside, the sudden shock of pain eclipsed by her relief. Her squeal strangled and changed to a wail of frustration when she felt Donna pull it out again. "Please, oh god, please don't stop." 

Over and over Donna would push just the tip into Junie's ass and then withdraw. Junie struggled to push back to make the dildo slide deeper, but the swing did not give her any leverage. Her Master's hands kept her trapped as he plunged into her over and over. The only thing her contortions did was to cause her nipples to jerk against their clamps; the lancing pain only added to her desperate struggle to contain the orgasm building within her.

Her eyes found her Master's, locking on his electric blue gaze. "Master, I am going to fail. Help me."

Bob's pace slowed and, as he stared deep into her eyes, his gaze hardened, "Junie, I am not the one you must beg. Plead with your Mistress."

Junie tried to turn her head to look at Donna. Her voice was thick with tears, "Please Ma'am, I don't want to fail. I want to obey. Please don't make me fail. Take me please, help me."

Junie gasped as she felt her Mistress thrust sharply, piercing deeper. Donna's voice was tight, "Who owns your ass, slut?"

"You do. Oh god, yes! Do it! Fuck me! My ass is yours."

Finally she felt Donna's hips pressing firmly against her, the harness scraping against the soft skin of her ass cheeks. Donna continued to grind and lunge against her, working her own cunt against the base of the dildo buried deeply in Junie. Her breath was hot in Junie's ear. "Yes, you little slut. Your ass is mine. Feel me inside you." Donna began to pull out and lunge deep, slamming the strap on cock into Junie's ass in short brutal thrusts. Donna's voice was a tense groan, "Come for me, Junie. Come with me." Donna's fingers reached around and released the clamps. A renewed wave of intense sensations shook through Junie.

Bob's hands clenched strong on her hip, his rhythms matching Donna's, each of them plunging into Junie's body, crushing her between them, "Yes, Junie, now come for us. Obey your Mistress, give us your passion."

Junie gripped the straps of the swing and groaned out one last word, "Obey," and began to shudder as her orgasm began to shake her. Waves of ecstasy flowed over her as she felt herself being tossed back and forth between them, swinging weightlessly back and forth on the swing. Long deep groans shaking her as her orgasm waned and then began to build again under their relentless assault. Finally she found herself pressed between them, her body filled and stretched. She could feel her lovers lose their rhythm, jerk and shudder as they reached their peaks. Junie felt surrounded by their strength, their pleasure, and joined them falling and flying with them.

As Donna helped Junie untangle herself from the swing, Junie whispered softly to her Mistress, "Thank you, Ma'am," her eyes searching out her Mistress's trying to gauge her mood. A sharp pang pierced through Junie's heart when Donna avoided her eyes.

Again, it was over breakfast when Bob chose to speak to Donna about her behavior. "My goddess, your struggle to find balance in the middle has been difficult for you."

Donna looked up from her frittata and carefully swallowed and put her fork down, "Yes, it has."

"Both Junie and I sensed your anger last night. I had hoped to have a simple, fun-filled romp with Junie's new toy she had so ingeniously made for us. Instead, I found myself pulled into your anger and our girl was literally trapped between us."

Junie pressed her lips together, resisting the impulse to try and protect Donna and to protest that she was not hurt, that she did not mind being trapped. A tiny random thought bubbled up from nowhere that being in the middle felt amazing. She gritted her teeth and strangled down a giggle. She sat quietly looking at Donna, doing her best to communicate with her eyes that she did not mind, that she loved Donna no matter what.

Donna nodded her face coloring, "Yes, you're right. I did let my anger control my impulses."

"A good Mistress must be very aware of both her and her sub's emotions. It was difficult because we were both sharing Junie and you could not let go of your need to dominate. Junie was trapped between two Masters last night. It is a measure of our girl's spirit that she tried to meet that challenge and give us both what we wanted. Our moods and styles did not match. Perhaps I was in error to let it continue. Maybe it would have been better to stop."




Finding Happiness Ch. 14



Junie could not help but turn to Bob and start to speak, protesting that stopping would have been worse. "No..." She stopped herself and looked down at her hands.

Bob looked at her, "It's good that you realized that this is not a time for you to speak. This is something that must be spoken of, but only by your Mistress and me." He turned to Donna and continued, "It was difficult to tell if what you were doing was intended to reward, educate, or punish our Junie. Were you clear in your mind what your intention was?"

Donna slowly shook her head. "I... I think I wanted to teach her something. But I guess, looking back, I also wanted her to know that I was her Mistress; that she had to obey me."

Bob stopped talking for a while and sat looking at Donna, then sighed and continued, "My goddess, nothing you did was expressly wrong. A strict and exacting tone to a scene can be very effective. And perhaps that will be your style. But, again, this goes back to your intention. A Mistress must be aware of herself and her goals. And it is perfectly appropriate to change the tone and the goal during a scene, if you are aware of why you have made that decision." Bob stood and moved to where Donna sat and put his hands on her shoulders and pulled her to lean back against him, forcing the front legs of her chair up off the floor, making it teeter and balance. "I just want you to learn to look inside yourself as you exert your power."

Donna briefly struggled to maintain her balance as Bob pulled her over backwards. Junie could see her body tense, throwing her arms and legs out to try and regain some sense of inner balance and control. Just as quickly Junie could see Donna relax, let Bob have the control, her body going limp, and her head leaning against his belly. Bob's voice was an approving murmur, "Good, my goddess. Close your eyes. Open your heart. Give yourself to me."

Bob continued, "So last night had us at odds. You could not let go of your anger and I allowed the scene to continue, even when I was aware of that. I have to admit that I enjoyed watching you torment our Sweet Junie. Watching the expressions on her face and tones of her cries was very powerful. I liked that you made her plead to be allowed to obey me, but I warn you that I would have been very displeased if you had forced her to fail. Do not forget your duty to obey me. You tread dangerously close to defying my direction that you must not let your mood spoil our play last night."

Bob let Donna's chair slowly come back upright. "Lesson learned?"

Donna nodded slowly, "I think so, but I want to think about this for a while too."

"Thinking is good."

Bob turned to Junie, "So, little one, what did you like about last night?"

Junie swallowed convulsively and looked at him with big eyes, "Um... um... I liked it all." She squirmed nervously in her chair. "I liked the way my Mistress made me talk, made me say the words. It was crazy how being called a slut made me feel so dirty and so excited at the same time. The terror when I thought I was going to fail was almost too much, but then when I knew I could come for you, it was so strong." Junie stopped and looked thoughtfully at Donna. "Not just intense, but the relief that I was going to be able to obey, that you were going to let me obey was so amazing. I was so afraid of failing and then just when I thought all was lost, you gave it back to me. Thank you for that."

Bob turned to Donna, "Ask Junie what was hardest about last night."

Donna took a deep breath and licked her lips. "Yes, Junie, you must tell me. What was difficult?"

Junie's mouth trembled, "It felt like you were so angry at me. I don't mind you being strict or harsh, in fact I kind of like that, but it was the anger. I felt so bad that I had done that to you, that I had been bad and made you angry at me." Junie's voice broke and she grated out. "I feel like you are still angry at me."

Donna's voice was distant, "I was angry. I think I may still be, a little, but I am also frustrated with myself. Our Master is right. I let my emotions rule me too much. Always before I could depend on our Master to control me and now, when I dominate you, I feel like I can't control my emotions. My mind gets filled up with excitement."

Junie looked nervously at her Master, not sure if she should continue to speak. Bob nodded to her. She took a deep breath, "Ma'am, it was mostly good. I love you and I love playing with you. Please, Ma'am, I don't mind the angry feelings that much. I felt like I deserved them, maybe I still do. I think I was mostly afraid you would displease our Master."

"Did you feel trapped between us?"

Junie could not help grinning mischievously, "Only in a very good way, Ma'am. It was a crazy good feeling. I loved being able to serve you like that, to give myself so completely. You felt so strong, both of you. Your words were so compelling and humiliating. And the swing held me so helpless. Even if I was not tied, I had no control over what you did to me." Junie giggled softly, "And, man, I was trying like mad to get your big cock up my ass. I was so deliciously terrified I was going to come before I had permission." She gave a little squirm and shudder at the memory. 

Junie forced herself to calm and slipped from her chair, kneeling at Donna's feet. "Mistress, without discussing the topic of my disobedience, is there some service or punishment that you would like to demand of me that would help with your anger? I feel a sad place in my heart that I have displeased you." Junie looked up at her Mistress beseechingly and was encouraged to see Bob nod in approval.

Donna looked thoughtful and reached down and stroked Junie's face. "For now, go about your normal duties. I will think about your punishment as well."

When she looked up at her Mistress, she found her Mistress's eyes looking at her with love and forgiveness. Junie felt a soft wave of relief. Just the knowledge that her Mistress was going to give her the chance for absolution seemed to untie the knot that had been in her stomach. "I await your judgment, my Mistress." Junie yielded to the impulse to lean down and kiss Donna's foot murmuring, "Thank you. I love you."

It was late in the afternoon when Donna called Junie down to the basement. She looked at Junie and smiled. Her tone was soft and belied her words, "Junie, I promised you a punishment. Strip and kneel before me." Once Junie was at her feet she continued, walking in a slow circle around her. "We are constrained to not speak of the details, but the underlying issue was that I had given you a direction. I had thought that was all that needed to be said. I had all but forgotten the issue." Stopping behind Junie, Donna ran her fingers through Junie's hair and then gripped and pulled Junie's hair pulling her head back. "Junie, if you cannot obey, you must throw yourself at our feet and cry out in your agony. Deliberate disobedience should tear your soul apart."

Junie felt a tiny convulsion of grief, her voice throbbed, "Mistress, may I speak?"

The fingers in her hair tightened, "Go ahead and speak."

Junie's voice throbbed, "Please, Mistress, believe me. It was not deliberate. I guess I didn't understand your direction. Maybe I just wanted to believe that you hadn't given me a direction, because I wanted it so bad, and couldn't accept the refusal. I don't know. All I know was the feeling of shock when you said you had already told me 'no'. If I had believed that was true, I would never have gone to Master."

"So you had convinced yourself there was a way around my refusal to allow you to give that..." Donna stopped herself, her tone frustrated. "Never mind."

"Yes, Ma'am. That was it exactly."

"Then your error was in not speaking to me about exactly what my intention was. You did not trust me to listen and help you. If your goal was important to you, I would have supported you." Donna smiled, "You know, my sweet little Junie, I am beginning to see a pattern in your errors. You are having trouble trusting me to listen and give you what you want. You fear asking directly."

"Yes, Ma'am. I have always done that."

"Okay, little one, let us get on with this. Your punishment will be for failing to trust me to treat you fairly and give you what you need; stand up and lean across the spanking horse."

Donna showed Junie where she could grip handholds. Donna picked up a paddle and spoke calmly, "Junie, I am going to spank you with this paddle. I will decide how many swats you will receive and then you will kneel before me again and apologize."

"Yes, Ma'am."

The paddle cracked sharply when it struck Junie's bottom, the impact making her body jerk. It seemed like there was the tiniest moment of silence and then a wave of pain rolled over her. Junie yelped and cried out, "Thank you, Ma'am."

Donna's voice was calm and cool, "You are welcome, Junie, but I do not wish your thanks. You may cry out but, for now, do not speak." Donna laughed coolly, "I wish I could say that this hurts me worse than you, but that would be silly." She swung the paddle again, and then again. The blows came regularly about every other second, each one bearable, but quickly the heat and pain seemed to build with each successive swat.

Junie found herself squealing and yelling as the spanking continued. She held on to the handholds feverishly, her feet dancing. It stopped abruptly and Donna stood, breathing deeply through her nose. "On your knees, girl."

Junie scrambled down off the spanking horse and knelt. "Mistress, I am sorry I failed to trust you to care for me. I know you love me. I need to remember that you will treat me fairly." Junie had not cried throughout the entire spanking, but suddenly choked back a soft sob. "I am sorry, Ma'am. I really am. I will try to do better. Sometimes it's hard to trust people to do the right thing for me. I never had that before. It's hard to believe it's true now, sometimes I can't believe I'm this lucky, sometimes I forget."

Donna knelt down and put her arms around Junie, "It will get easier, little one. This is new for all of us. How is your bottom feeling?"

Junie reached around and gingerly stroked her hot and stinging bottom. "It feels like I have been spanked. It wasn't too bad. I didn't like it though, because I felt like I had been bad and that made me sad."

"As it should; well, get up and get dressed. Go finish our dinner."

You might recognize this story as one I had up in the past, under the titled Northwest Hunters. I took it down for revision and a brief flirtation with possible publication.

Book One of Northwest Hunters, title Joining the Circle is already posted.

Thank you for taking the time to read my story. Please take the time to rate and leave a comment if the spirit moves you.

Enjoy

xantu



Finding Happiness Ch. 15



Chapter 15: A Subpoena to Testify 

The week passed quickly. Over and over Junie fought the impulse to beg her Master for his answer. She wrote to Tammi and her sons. Nearly every day she exchanged notes with Monica, little everyday messages about books, movies, how the baby she was caring for was growing, how the puppies were growing up. 

The small, flat-screen television Junie ordered online came in, along with a DVD player. Junie discretely installed it in her sewing room and started up a membership in a by-mail video rental club. 

Junie finished her corset and gasped as her Mistress laced her up tight into it. Junie was torn between loving the image in the mirror and the shallow-breathed agony at being forced into an unnatural hourglass shape. Her large breasts looked huge as they were forced up and out by the shelf bra she had built into the complex, confining garment. She looked in the mirror and squeaked in a shallow breathless voice, "Oh my god, I have a waist, take a picture quick before I faint."

Donna laughed and said, "I can see why these things are used by Dom's around the world. They look hot and it's torture just to wear one."

Junie tried to laugh and then squeaked, "I'll get to work on yours first thing tomorrow morning."

Junie's phone rang and, when she checked to see who would be calling her, she was surprised to see Agent Durant's name on her screen. A little pang of worry about Monica shot through her. 

As soon as she answered, she blurted out, "Is Monica all right?"

Agent Durant's voice was all business, "Ms. Thomas, Junie, I am not calling to talk with you about Monica. The judge assigned to the case in Oregon has ruled that she will not accept your deposition regarding how the knife was found in your car. We are going to need you to testify."

Junie's heart sank, "Testify? You mean like in court?" Even as she said the words she knew how stupid it sounded.

"Yes, ma'am, the judge ruled that the defense has the right to challenge your statement. It's the law that any accused criminal has the right to face his accusers and have the opportunity to defend himself."

"He'll be there? They'll ask me about... about...the picture and me doing those foolish things online?" Junie's voice shook, all her old fears roaring back. Almost unaware that she was pacing, she roamed her room like a caged animal trying to find a route to escape. It took her a minute to realize he was still talking. Over the buzzing in her ears, his voice was just another noise. He was saying something about a subpoena and court dates. Junie looked at the phone and turned it off and carefully put it away in her purse.

Her mind was still buzzing with panic, but her steps were determined. She walked quickly out to the garage and, sitting down, gathered the puppies into her lap. Holding Happy close, she crooned and rocked.

Donna found her there, whispering to the puppy. "Junie, I have been looking all over for you. Agent Durant called me. He said he was talking with you and the connection was broken and you didn't answer when he tried to call back. He's a little worried about you." 

Junie's voice was choked, "I don't care. I won't do it. Please don't make me do it."

Donna stood looking down at her for a while, a soft worried frown on her face. Finally she sat down next to Junie and picked up a puppy and began to pet the squirming little bundle of yellow fur. She spoke softly, "I'm sorry, Junie, but if they subpoena you, you have to go. I can't protect you from that."

Junie began to plead, "They'll ask me questions, ask me about Sir James and... and..." Junie's voice broke, "I won't do it. I can't." 

"Sweet, sweet girl, how do you think Monica is going to do what she has to do? They want to talk to you about finding a knife in your car. Monica will have to go over every detail of the horrible things that man did to her. You want her to be brave. Don't you think you should be brave, too?"

A tiny sob shook Junie, "I guess so, Ma'am."

"Come on back to the house and we'll call Agent Durant back and find out what we need to do. He said a representative will be coming out to serve the subpoena and they'll tell us more about when we need to go to Portland."

"We? You mean you would go with me?"

"Sweet, silly Junie girl, I am your Mistress and your lawyer. You don't think I would allow you to go alone?"

Junie pressed her lips together, "If Monica can do it, so can I."

"Good girl."

It was only four days later when Donna called Junie up from her sewing room. She was relieved to see that one of the people sitting at the kitchen table was Agent Gold, next to him was a small African American woman with very short hair and large gold earrings busily sorting out some papers that were arranged in front of her on the table. Donna was making a pot of coffee. Bob stood in the kitchen next to Donna. Junie moved to put the counter between her and the table. Agent Gold smiled and spoke up, "Ms. Thomas, it's good to see you again. How have you been?"

Junie forced herself to smile back and replied stiffly, "I'm fine. How are you?" Unconsciously she took a step closer to her Master, almost hiding behind him.

Agent Gold blinked, and turned to the woman, "Ms. Thomas, let me introduce Ms. Lurleena Benson. She's an assistant district attorney with the prosecutor's office in Portland. She's here to formally serve you with a subpoena and will talk to you about what you'll need to do."

The woman looked up from her papers and spoke briskly, "Nice to meet you, Ms. Thomas. We have only a few papers to go over and sign. Currently, the trial is scheduled to start on October 15. At this time, we don't know exactly what days you will be called to testify."

Junie nodded fearfully.

Donna interrupted, "Do you know how long Junie will be expected to be in Oregon?"

The lawyer frowned, "Ma'am, it is nearly impossible to say. It depends on the line of defense Sam Card's defense team decides to make. At this point, he's only been charged in the case against Ms. Monica Bond, kidnapping, sexual assault, assault with a deadly weapon, and attempted murder." The little dark skinned woman continued to frown, "You're acting as Junie's lawyer?"

Donna nodded, "Yes, I am."

"Could I talk to you privately?"

Donna nodded briskly, "Why don't we take a walk down by the lake."

Junie watched the two women walk out the front door and move down across the lawn. She looked up at Bob and then at Agent Gold. "What do they need to talk about that I can't hear?" Her voice vibrated with panic and anxiety.

Agent Gold looked uncomfortable and looked at Bob. Her Master put his hand on her shoulder, "I don't know, Junie, but you need to trust Donna. Remember she will always do what's best for you. Trust us, Junie."

When they were down by the water Donna turned to the District attorney, "What's up?"

"Ms. Campbell, both Agent Durant and Agent Gold have spoken to me about Ms. Thomas's problems with anxiety. I don't want to panic her if it is unnecessary. There is a possibility that Sam Card's defense team is going to try and bring out the sexual history of Monica, and perhaps Junie, into the trial. They're going to try to say that the relationships between Sam Card and both women were consensual. We're fighting that now in motions. Even if it was a consensual relationship that doesn't excuse the things he did to Ms. Bond. I believe it's a strategy to try to frighten the women away from testifying."

Donna nodded, "Yes, I see, if Junie knew about this, she may very well panic. She was dealing with panic attacks only a few weeks ago. She's made a lot of progress in just a short time. I would hate to see her fall back."

"If this line of defense is going to be allowed, she will need a lot of coaching and support. So will Ms. Bond. Agent Durant has mentioned that she and Junie have become pen pals. That may work for us and it may work against us. Do you know if either of them has spoken about their experiences regarding Sam Card with the other?"

Donna nodded, "I've read all the letters that Junie and Monica have exchanged and their emails as well. There have been some very general references to Monica's medical condition and about how they've been feeling emotionally. But neither has talked in detail about the crimes. I still have all those communications."

"Good, I'll need to have those and any more that may occur. I don't want Ms. Thomas or Ms. Bond to communicate privately. I want you to be privy to all future communications. I may need to subpoena you and these communications, if the defense team tries to infer that these two witnesses may have been colluding with each other. As long as they don't talk about the specific crimes, I think it will be okay for them to continue to communicate. Hopefully, they can support each other through this."

"That won't be a problem. In those communications, Junie does make very general references to the fact that she's in a BDSM sexual relationship with me and my husband. Do you think that will be a problem?"

The little lawyer looked worried, "I hope not." She looked at Donna with a tired, exasperated expression, "This would be so much easier without all this stuff. Don't get me wrong. We all have our kinks, and I would be the last one to point fingers, but for just once I wish things could be simpler. I just worry how much this will distract a jury from the real facts. That man carved Monica up like a Christmas turkey. She came within inches of dying. I could care less what the kink was. He was trying to kill her. And god knows how many other women he has killed. If we can get a conviction here, then we'll have all the time in the world to build those other cases against him. Then, hopefully, someone will put a needle in his arm. God knows, I'm not a big fan of capital punishment but I think, in this case, I will not object. This is one person that needs to die." The little dark skinned woman held out her hand to Donna, "I hope we can work together to get this guy put away where he belongs. Let's just pray that we can keep this thing from going sour. I'll be in frequent contact with you letting you know how motions are going. If the judge lets them use that consensual line of defense, we'll need to prepare both Junie and Monica for that. I'll want to have Junie come to Portland and go over her responses to that line of questioning. The district attorney's office will pay for all travel expenses of course."

Donna took her hand and shook it, "Of course."

When they walked into the house Junie was glassy eyed with nervousness, wiping at the counter over and over with a damp rag. She looked up as the two women came through the door and a shudder ran through her. Donna looked at her sharply, her voice was suddenly cool and crisp, "Junie, do you trust me?"

Junie flinched and nodded convulsively, "Yes, Ma'am."

"District attorney Benson and I were discussing some possible lines of questioning that you may need to deal with but, until we are sure exactly what is going to happen, I've decided to not talk with you about them. I've decided that there's no reason to worry about something that may not happen. I promise that as soon as I know for sure what is going to happen, I'll talk to you about it. Until then, I am commanding you to do your best to calm yourself."

Junie swayed and gripped the edge of the counter, "I don't know if I can."

"That's why I said for you to do your best. Failure will not be disobedience if you're trying."

Both Agent Gold and the district attorney were carefully ignoring the conversation. Junie suddenly realized that they were there and shot Donna an alarmed and embarrassed look, her pale face suddenly blossoming red. Donna laughed, "Junie, everyone here is aware of the nature of our relationship. I see no reason to hide things now, especially when you need firm direction." Donna looked at Junie, her eyes sharp and measuring. "You need it now, don't you?"

Junie felt herself almost involuntarily slow and calm. Her mouth quivered as a tiny smile fought with the expression of terror that had frozen her features. "Yes, Ma'am, I do."

"Good girl. Now I want you to come over, sit down at the table, and sign whatever papers they need you to sign."

The month of July was drawing to a close. The puppies were weaned and set free to roam around the yard a great deal of the time with Junie officially assigned as their shepherd. She found herself continually diverting them from chewing up all the landscaping and was worn out a lot of the time from running after one or another of the little vandals, diverting them out of the garden, or from chewing on nearly everything around them. For the first time, she began to think to herself that she would be happy to see them on their way to their new homes.

As each buyer came to pick up their puppy, Junie was kept busy keeping the house spotless, the yard perfect, and the kennel clean and neat. Finally, the only puppy left was Happy. Junie lavished her attention on the little girl puppy, bringing her into the house and working on house training her. It was everything she could do to honor her Master's direction to not ask about what his decision was. She kept telling herself that Happy was still here, that meant he had not decided to sell the puppy to anyone else.

Over dinner Donna spoke up, "Junie, you have done an amazing job trusting your Master and me. You have not asked about the puppy one time. I know that it's been weighing on your mind."

Junie held herself in check, waiting with her breath held. She found herself quivering in nervous waiting. Donna continued, "Have you spoken to Monica about the puppy?"

Junie swallowed, "I talk about Happy. I tell her what a good puppy she is. I've sent her pictures, but I haven't asked her if she would like to have her."

"Good girl. Do you still want to do this? Do you still want to try and give Happy to Monica?"

"Oh yes, Ma'am, it would be so wonderful. I just know they were meant to be together."

"Well I have very strong personal beliefs that it's wrong to give puppies as gifts, so I'll have to be there when you talk to Monica about wanting her to have Happy."

Junie could not help but squeal and interrupt, "We're going? We're going to see Monica?"

Donna laughed and held up her hand. "Calm yourself, girl. Yes, we're going to Portland. Your Master and I have decided that I'll drive you down. He'll stay here and take care of the dogs and the house. We will go see Monica. If she decides that having a dog is a commitment she can make, you can give her the puppy. If not, we'll bring Happy home and then find another family for her. You have to be ready for that."

Junie did not even think, "Oh yes, Ma'am." A wildly excited grin lit up her face and she was practically dancing in her chair with excitement.

Donna's face did not match Junie's glee. "We'll also be stopping by the District Attorney's offices in Portland. We'll need to go over your testimony with them." 

Junie froze, all her excitement gone, a wave of dread going over her. "You've heard from Ms. Benson." 

"Yes, Junie, I've been talking with her on the phone almost every day the last few weeks. The district attorney's office was trying very hard to keep certain lines of questioning out of the trial, but it looks like you're going to need to be prepared for just about anything."

"Anything?" Junie's voice quavered.

Bob's voice was a growl, "Junie, you will trust your Mistress. You will obey your Mistress completely while you are away from me."

Junie looked at Bob and Donna wildly and nodded struggling to control the panic that was surging through her. She started to stand up and then sat back down. Her breathing was getting hard to control, coming in short tiny gasps that seemed to have no oxygen in them. Slipping from her chair, Junie crept to kneel at her Masters' feet. Her voice as strangled, "Help me. Please, I want to obey, but I don't know how. Please, help me." 

Bob reached down and lifted Junie's face up to look at him. "For now, it will be simple. And so that you become more accustomed to looking to Donna for support and direction, I am going to have her take you a lot deeper in your submission to her. Are you willing to do that for us, Junie? Will you let us control you completely?"

A wave of relief rolled over Junie, "Oh yes, Master."

Donna spoke up, "Junie, until it is time for us to leave I will require you to strip and be naked. You are forbidden to speak unless directly questioned. You will need to depend on me for even the most basic of your needs. Do not ask to use the bathroom. You will pee or shit when I decide. You will eat what, and when, I decide. You will sleep when, and where, I decide. You will obey me completely."

Junie remained kneeling and didn't speak. Her eyes were huge as she looked up at Donna and then Bob.

Bob knelt and stroked her face. "Do not forget I am your Master but, for now, it will all flow through your Mistress. It will give you the help that you begged for. Look to your Mistress."

Junie nodded and turned her eyes to Donna, uncertain what to do. Slowly she began to remove her clothes and when she saw the approval in her Mistress's eyes she quickly stripped off all her clothing. Donna nodded, "If you are not directly obeying a command, you will kneel at my feet. I'm pleased to see you're already remembering to obey by not speaking." Donna placed Junie's half eaten meal on the floor in front of her. "Finish this and then go clean up after our meal."

Junie looked for some utensils and seeing none carefully began to pick up the food with her fingers and ate delicately licking her sticky fingers off after she was finished. When she began to rise to start cleaning, Donna spoke sharply. "Your plate is not clean enough. Lick it off, Junie." When Junie picked up the plate, Donna made a sharp negating growl and Junie froze. "No hands, Junie. Lean over and lick it off." Junie felt a wave of embarrassment as she ran her tongue over the stoneware dish, licking up every last crumb and drop of sauce. Her hair hung down into the food and she could tell that there was some salad dressing getting on it. When she was finished she rocked back on her knees and looked at her Mistress, waiting for her approval. 

Bob stood and stretched, "It looks like you have things under control here. I'll take the dogs out for their walk." 

Donna looked at Junie's plate and grunted, "Good enough. Go ahead, clean up this place."

Junie hurried through her task and quickly knelt at Donna's feet, waiting. She still felt a deep background storm of anxiety, held only at bay by the fragile dam of her commitment to obey her Mistress. Donna looked down at her. "Junie, you will wait here. Do not move until I return." 

When Donna returned, she had Junie hold her hair up and out of the way as she buckled a leather dog collar around Junie's neck. She attached a leash to the collar and pulled up sharply on the leash forcing Junie's face up towards hers. When Junie tried to rise, thinking that she was being prompted to stand, Donna barked, "No, I did not tell you to stand, girl. You will not do anything unless expressly commanded to do it. Keep kneeling. Look at me."

Junie nervously licked her lips and looked up at her Mistress. Donna spoke, "Junie, we are going to go pack for our trip. We will pack my clothes first." Donna grinned bitterly. "Lucky for us I still have a lot my awful lawyer clothes." When Junie tried to stand again Donna jerked on the leash forcing her back down. "Crawl, girl, you will only walk once I tell you to stand." Junie scrambled along on her hands and knees behind Donna as she walked to her room. 

Donna pointed wordlessly at a spot near the foot of the bed. Once Junie was kneeling, Donna touched her lips and pushed the leather handle of the leash into Junie's mouth. "Hold this for me." Junie obediently held the leash in her teeth, the chain dangling down between her breasts, watching as her Mistress began to lay out her clothes. As she went through her drawers and closet, Donna idly commented, "It is sure nice to have everything clean and put away so neatly. Junie, you really do a good job taking care of me." Junie felt a soft balm of comfort. Donna continued, "Trust me to take care of you now, Junie." After Donna finished packing her bag, she took the leash from Junie's mouth and headed down the stairs, Junie crawling behind.




Finding Happiness Ch. 15



Again, Junie held the leash in her teeth as she watched as Donna lay out a selection of her clothing, ranging from her dressiest little black dress, to a couple of nice looking slacks and blouses, even including her corset. Donna grinned, "Just because this is a business trip, it doesn't mean we can't have a little fun, girl. Speaking of fun, I need to remember to pack some toys."

Once Junie's things were packed, Donna led her into the bathroom and pointed at the toilet, "Go." Junie quickly sat and peed, but when she reached for the toilet paper Donna made the same negative grunt and Junie snatched her hand back. "Remember, girl, only what I say." Junie blushed miserably as Donna took some paper and wiped her clean. Again Donna pointed at the floor and, when Junie was kneeling, she pressed the handle of the leash to her lips. Junie obediently took the leather between her teeth. "Wait here."

Junie knelt alone, her mind a soft fog of emotions, but everything seemed muted. The anxiety was there but it was like a background noise now. It seemed that all her attention was focused on listening for Donna's step, waiting for her return. She had a simple single thought. 'Yes, wait here.'

Donna had the familiar pitcher of enema solution in her hands when she returned. She got out the enema bag and spoke softly, her words simple and short, "Turn around. Face on the floor."

Junie felt almost graceful as she spun and laid her cheek on the clean cool tiles; she noticed her hands lay soft and open, palm up. It was like parts of her were gradually turning off. She was becoming increasingly aware of her Mistress; her senses were intensely focused on her Mistress's slightest movement and change of expression, and her words were irresistible. But it was like everything else was switching off. There was a stillness and silence inside her that she had never experienced before. She felt amazingly peaceful.

At the same time, she felt very in touch with her body. She could feel each breath as she took it and the warm liquid in her belly seemed to fill her with a pressure and a deep, almost pleasant, aching sensation. When Donna prompted her to sit and release the fluid from her bowels, she did so with a happy sigh of relief. The feeling of emptying her bowels matched, and somehow emphasized, the sense of peace. She smiled softly and looked at her Mistress, waiting.

"Stand up and walk into the shower, Junie." As Donna scrubbed her clean, she continued to speak. "I have plans for you this evening. I must sleep so I will be rested for the drive tomorrow. But, before I go to bed, I will be giving you a task to endure. It is my intention to keep you awake and tire you out. I want you pushed to the edge before we leave tomorrow. Your Master will be here to monitor you so you will not be alone."

Donna led Junie into the playroom on her hands and knees. She had her kneel on a thin pad in the center of the room and put a blindfold on. Junie felt her wrists being put into her familiar leather cuffs and then clipped together behind her back. "Spread your knees out girl." Junie felt ropes tied around her thighs, just above her knees, and then a bar tied against her legs, keeping her knees spread wide. There was the sound of a pulley and Junie felt her hands being lifted up behind her back, forcing her to bend over at the waist. For the first time she heard her Master's voice. "Junie, is that too tight on your shoulders?" 

Junie had to pause for a minute to find the words, her voice already feeling odd in her ears. "No, Sir."

"While you are not allowed to speak, it is not disobedience to use your safe words if you need to."

Junie felt lubrication being applied to her anus and then fingers moving in and out. Oddly, she had not felt at all aroused all evening, just calm, quiet, and peaceful. The sensation of the fingers fucking her was odd and she felt only a soft stirring. Bob's voice was a soft distant rumble, thunder in the distance. "Junie, you have permission to be aroused. I want you to come for me as often as you can. You may not speak, but you may cry out with your passion." His other hand reached down between her legs and began to lightly stroke her cleft. Junie sighed and began to rock her hips, her breasts swaying as they hung down, feeling herself warm and moisten as her tissues began to engorge with blood. The fingers in her ass moved regularly, thrusting in and out; soft moans of pleasure began to make her lips quiver.

A soft cry of dismay broke from Junie's lips as his hands left her, but then she sighed when she felt something probing and pushing deep into her cunt. It was clearly a dildo and she pushed back against it, making soft needy cries. When she heard the familiar click and whir of the fucking machine, Junie froze and gave a soft cry of dread. "Yellow light. Oh god, yellow light."

The machine was instantly turned off. Donna's voice was soft, "Tell us what you need, Junie." 

"Please, Mistress; don't leave me alone with that thing. Please, just have your hand on me somewhere so I know you're there. I can do it if I can feel your touch."

"Your Master will be here with you, Junie. You won't be alone. He will touch you."

"Thank you, Mistress. Oh, thank you."

Donna's hand was cool against her lips. "Hush, girl, remember your instructions. No more words from you."

Junie kissed passionately at the fingers against her mouth and quivered as she felt the machine turn on again, the dildo sliding smoothly in and out of her cunt. It was moving slowly, but there was an irresistible power behind it. She groaned in apprehension and then felt a wave of relief when she felt Bob's hand touch her face. She felt him pulling up a chair and sitting down at her face, pulling her head to rest in his lap, his fingers stroking her face and hair. Without any other stimulus, beyond the endless rhythmic thrusting of the machine she was attached to, Junie's excitement was slow to build. She found herself kissing at her Master's fingers and then trying to suck at them, soft hungry whimpers communicating to him her need.

When she heard him unzip his pants she made a happy sound, and reached with her lips and tongue, eager to take him deep into her mouth. Inhaling his scent with a deep groan of satisfaction, Junie held him gently in her mouth, not wanting him to leave. Softly, with the most feathery light of touches, she ran her tongue around the tip of his cock and then took him deep into her throat until she could not help but gag. She forced herself to hold him there, her throat closing around the tip of his cock, her eyes watering behind her blindfold. Slowly she began to move up and down his cock, perfectly matching the slow inexorable plunges of the dildo in her cunt. She could feel something big forming slowly inside her; it felt like a storm building on a late summer afternoon. Soft electric tingles were crawling along the skin of her legs; she could feel her cunt tightening and pulling at the dildo as it slid in and out of her. Junie was in no hurry. She knew that she wasn't in control of this; it was in control of her. She relaxed and let her attention focus on her Master's cock filling her mouth, only dimly aware of the soft rhythmic moans that seemed to be forced from her by each plunge of the two cocks filling her.

Her only sense of time was the building of the thing inside her. It seemed to grow and grow, filling her with heat and tension. Junie found her whole body surging back to meet the cock as it filled her, every muscle tense, trying to hold this thing inside her. Knowing it was inevitable, but fearing its release as well. A tiny bit of her rational mind knew that, when she released her passion, she didn't know if it would stop. Soft cries of urgency were muffled as she worked her lips up and down her Master's cock. She could tell he was close to his come; his cock was hard and throbbing in her mouth.

His voice was a strained groan, "Oh fuck, Junie, come for me." When it hit her she groaned long and low, her body writhing. She could feel her cunt clamp down on the dildo as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her. Bob's hand on her head forced his cock deep in her throat as he came. Junie held him deep and swallowed convulsively. Each pulse of her Master's cock was matched by a spasm of her cunt. The dildo continued to thrust inside her, the rhythm unchanged, pushing her pleasure higher and dragging out her orgasm. Even when it subsided, it didn't completely empty her of the thing inside her. She felt the tension building faster this time and, letting her Master's cock slip from her lips, Junie whimpered in fear. 

She felt his hand stroking her back, his voice soft, "You have it in you, Junie. Let it out. Give it all to us."

Junie didn't know how long she knelt there, her head in her Master's lap. Orgasm after orgasm rumbled through her until she could not remember why she was here. Soft little mumbles began to leak from her lips. "Master, please." Finally Bob turned off the machine and got her a glass of water, loosening the rope that held her arms so she could stretch. When he returned her to the machine, he pushed the dildo up her ass instead of her cunt.

Junie broke into tears and began to sob, "I'm so tired, Master; please, not my bottom."

Bob's voice was sharp, "Remember, Junie, no talking." When the machine was turned on, Junie grunted and panted as she adjusted to the new wave of sensations. At least this way there was less of the unbearable build toward orgasm that had accompanied its assaults on her cunt. 

She felt her Master's hand on her back steadying her and then heard the buzzing of the vibrator just as he pressed it against the length of her cleft. Junie screamed as the intense sensation shot through her. She convulsed and tried to escape, when her Master's voice made her freeze. "Obey me, Junie. I want more from you. Give me more. Give me everything."

Junie was sobbing as she nodded. She found herself hanging from the ropes tied to her arms, convulsing as climax after climax were forced through her, the spasms more agony than pleasure. Junie heard her voice scream out, hoarse and weak, "Red light, Master, red light," as the darkness swirled around her and her awareness slipped away.

Junie woke to a strong hand shaking her shoulder. Donna's voice was loud and impatient in her ears. "Get up, girl, time to go."

Junie tried to remember where she was and then remembered the night before. She wondered how she had gotten into bed. Her mind was foggy and, when she stretched, she became very aware of a deep stiff ache in her belly, loins, and thighs. Her shoulders didn't seem to want to move easily, either. Without thinking she whimpered, "Oh, god."

Donna's voice was an icy whiplash, "No talking. Get your ass up and put on these clothes. The car is loaded. It's time to go!"

Junie pulled on the soft comfortable shorts and t-shirt with sandals. Donna snapped the leash on her collar and led her on her hands and knees to the bathroom. "Pee," was the only word that came from Donna's lips. Junie obediently released her water and waited as Donna wiped her clean. Donna jerked on the leash and muttered, "Walk, Junie; I don't have time for you to crawl to the garage." Donna walked close behind Junie, pushing her along, rushing her into the car. Before she could think, she climbed into the passenger seat. She couldn't help groaning in pain as she settled down onto the seat. 

Donna quickly snapped her hands into handcuffs and attached them to a chain that ran under the seat, effectively pinning her hands down by her sides. Donna fastened her seat belt and closed the door. Junie could hear the puppy scrambling around in the travel box in the back of the SUV. 

Donna climbed into the driver's seat and grinned at Junie, in apparent good spirits. "Perk up, girl. We're going on a road trip. We are going to have a hell of a lot of fun." She arched a brow at Junie. "Just remember, all the rules stay the same. You do nothing without me deciding. No talking." Then she laughed gaily, "Here we go."

This concludes the second book of the Northwest Hunters Trilogy. Next week I will post Chapter One of the third book, "The End of Evil".

You might recognize this story as one I had up in the past, under the title Northwest Hunters. I took it down for revision and a brief flirtation with possible publication.

Book One of Northwest Hunters, title Joining the Circle is already posted.

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