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The Journey Ch. 01

By: golden_silk



She awoke with a start, not knowing exactly what brought her out of a restful sleep. Slowly she sat up, eyes blinking, trying to focus in the darkness. She tilted her head, straining to hear anything out of the ordinary. 

In the quiet of the night she heard nothing, shaking her head slightly she laid back down, sinking into the warm coziness of the comforter. 

Laying in the darkness her mind drifted back to the activities of the day before, mentally ticking off what she had completed and what still needed to be done at work. 

Again, drifting off to slumber, her breathing slow and even as she fell deeper into sleep. The man standing just out of sight in her bedroom, waiting. 

He was a tall man, dark hair, piercing blue eyes, and ruggedly handsome. She…long, flowing burnished gold tresses reaching to the small of her back, naturally wavy, large, dark eyes that changed colors with her moods, trim but still voluptuous.

He had been watching her for sometime, making note of her daily routine, where she worked, who she associated with, etc. Some days ago he had finally decided what he needed to do and had started planning for this night. The night in which he would make her his own, the night in which she would be his forever.

Stealthily moving to the edge of her bed, he reached a large hand, clamping it tightly over her mouth, his other hand pulling her hands together over head. As he did this, she came out of her sleep with a violent start, struggling against him, a scream catching in her throat. 

Bending forward, leaning close to her, he whispered, his voice gruff, “be still and no harm will come to you, lil one”. 

Her eyes were wide, tears already gathering, her body trembling, slowly she nodded her head in understanding. He lifted his hand from her mouth but not before whispering another warning to her not to scream or make any sound. 

Still holding her hands, he fumbled in his pocket, withdrawing a length of nylon rope, carefully securing her hands together. Once this was done, he helped her to sit up slightly in her bed, turning the bedside lamp on, the dim light casting shadows against her silken nude body. She tried to slide back down under the comforter, trying to hide her nakedness from him, a deep blush covering her delicate features. 

Seeing what she was attempting to do, he threw off the bed coverings, his voice firm as he spoke to her, reprimanding her, “don’t ever hide your nakedness from me lil one, ever.” 

His hand firmly gripping her chin as he spoke, tilting her head up to him as he asked “do you hear me slut?” 

Gasping with indignant shock hearing him calling her a slut, she opened up her mouth, preparing to tell him exactly what she thought of him, but one look into those piercing eyes stopped the words on her tongue. Thinking better of rising his ire, she lowered her eyes, clamping her lips together, nodding her head. 

His grip tightened on her chin, forcing her to look up to him, “hmmm, one more rule, I like to be answered verbally, not with a shake or a nod of the head, I don’t like to see bouncing heads on good slaves like you, pet.” 

Her eyes narrowed, this time she could not stop the words from spewing forth, “how dare you come into MY bedroom, bind my hands, call me a slut and then have the audacity to tell ME that YOU do not like to see slave’s heads bobbing”. 

He smiled to her, she clamped her mouth shut again, just now realizing what she had said…what he had said…her mind whirling with the word “slave”…

Surely she thought, “this can’t be happening, this has to be a dream…slavery isn’t legal…why would he want a slave…and why me of all people…” 

Her mind kept asking why, why, why? 

She looked up to him, her voice steady but just a little unsure, “you said you did not like to see slaves heads bobbing…just exactly what did you mean by that…” 

Again he smiled to her, his teeth pearly white against his deep bronzed skin, “just what I said slave…I don’t like to see good slaves heads bobbing.” 

She opened her mouth to speak; shutting it again as her mind turned in turmoil, “What does he mean,” her mind kept asking. 

Again she opened her mouth, the words coming in a halting formation, her mind whirling. “I don’t understand, what do you mean by slave and why do you call me that”, her voice getting softer, more timid with each word, a deep fear gripping her heart as she waited for him to explain.

Sighing softly, he sat on the edge of the bed, a large, softly callused hand gliding over her velvety smooth skin, fingers splaying over her chest, gently cupping one firm breast as he smiled to her. His thumb slowly circling the now rigid nipple, smiling as he hears her intake of breath, noting the way her body is responding to him, just as he knew she would. 

Talking in a soothing voice, slowly caressing her as he feels her body start to relax, talking to her in the same fashion one would speak to child; low-muted tones, gentle touches. 

He begins, “I’ve been watching you for sometime, I know your routines, what you like, what you dislike. I’ve never come across one that is so much a natural without even herself knowing what lies in her heart, but you will soon come to find what you have been searching for…longing for.”

Looking up to him, her expression is that of confusion, her mind churning, trying to comprehend and find the hidden message in what he has told her. She opens her mouth several times to speak, closing it each time as she searches for words, trying to fathom what he is talking about. 

Finally, gathering her thoughts to a small degree, she looks into those eyes again, finding herself mesmerized by the depth she sees within the piercing blue orbs, her voice soft, “I don’t understand…a natural? A natural what? How do you know what is in my heart, what I yearn for?” 

He smiles that same smile, a smile that is starting to irritate her…that smile…a knowing smile. Her mind talking to her, “but what does he know that even I don’t know?” 

Again, he speaks in muted tones, “lil one, there is so much inside you that longs to be free, you know inside what you yearn for, but don’t know what it is because you have not yet experienced it. I am here to take you, take you as my own, take you as my slave.” 

As he is speaking, she is slowly backing away from him, her eyes taking on a fearful gaze as she tries to pull away from him, pull her eyes from his, trying to break the spell he is slowly weaving around her. Her mind fighting to free itself, yet one part struggling to forge ahead, fighting to be acknowledged. 

Shaking her head, she tries to clear the fog that she is slowing entering, her voice barely above a whisper, “I don’t understand, please…why me? I don’t even know you, yet you are doing this to me? Why?” 

Tiring of her questions, he gently lays a finger over her lips, hushing her. Again his voice is soft, “all you need to know is that I will take care of you, take care of you as my prized possession and as long as you are obedient and do as you are told, I will not harm you. If you do not, you will learn very quickly not to cross me, not because of the fear of what I may do to you, but because you will find it in yourself that you want above nothing else to please me. Do you understand, lil one?” 

Slowly she nods her head, her mind losing the battle against him, that tiny part of her coming to the surface to take over.

Smiling to her as he sees her relaxing little by little, he glides his hand down over supple curves, his palm coming to rest on her mound. 

Looking up to her, he states matter of factly, “this will definitely need to go”, his fingers gently pulling at the soft pubic hair covering her mound. 

His fingertips lightly caressing the outside lips, testing her limits. He smiles as he feels her hip barely undulate under his caress, knowing that she is fighting to keep still under his touch. 

Again he looks up to her, his voice almost mocking, “your body knows what you want, slut.” 

Hearing this she clenches her thighs tightly together, bringing her knees up so that her most private region is withheld from him, her eyes taking on an obstinate fire. 

Chuckling, he continues to look at her, shaking his head slightly, “you are a diamond in the rough, slut, and I am just the one to give you that polish you need.” 

She clenches tighter, moving her knees up more as she stares back at him, the belligerence in her eye unmistakable.

He arches one eyebrow, his eyes narrowing as he stares her down. She continues to meet his gaze, though slowly her resolve to test him is crumbling. Her mind screaming to fight him. 

Bringing forth more courage, she continues to stare at him, arching her own eyebrow at him, trying to mirror his fierce expression. This game of cat and mouse continues for a few minutes as he lets her try to win the battle, his fingertips slowly wiggling down into the apex of her thighs, slowly caressing the folds, his eyes held to hers. 

Growing tired of the game, he scoots down a bit, his other hand moving in one long, slow caress down the length of one sculpted leg. His two hands meeting where they slide up to her knees, forcefully pushing them wide. Chuckling softly as he hears her sharp intake of breath and feeling her muscles tense and struggle to keep her thighs clenched tightly together.

His gaze is pulled away from her eyes as he looks at her, the petals of her sex opening, revealing a glistening pink center, the wetness betraying her to him. He looks up to her, chuckling. 

She fights against his hold, a deep flush covering her face and neck. He holds her thighs wide, slowly easing her knees up as he examines what he will be possessing in a short time. His eyes fairly glowing with her perfect features. Her clit slowly protruding from its protective hood as her desires increase. Her breath shallow as she again lost in the depth of his eyes.

Sliding his finger down into her wetness, slowly circling her engorged clit, he smiles to her, feeling her hips slowly bucking against his hand. Her eyes taking on a dark midnight blue as her desires increase, eyelids half closed as she loses herself to the sensations. 

He chuckles softly, “I like your response slut, but this is only the beginning of what is to come.”

The Journey Ch. 01



David had instructed me to purchase the Magic Wand but I was not to open it. This has been SO difficult because I've seen this toy used in all the XXX-rated movies and it was something I have always wanted to experiment with. But David had been very adamant that I was not to touch it and I will obey his command.

The day had started out unusually cool for late summer. But it was about to heat up very quickly. Today was the day David had promised to take me to a place I had never been before..... "subspace". For weeks now I had fantasized about this visit. David and I had met on an internet site where I was searching for the perfect Dom. We had emailed each other numerous times, spoken on the phone and had already had our initial face-to-face meeting to discuss my limits, safewords, etc. 

I remember thinking during that first meeting, "Oh my God, he's perfect!". David was tall and ruggedly handsome. He looked exactly as I had always imagined my Dom would look. David also has this incredibly deep, sexy voice that makes me tremble with desire whenever he speaks and I knew I would have no problem obeying his commands.

I can hardly wait for David to arrive! This will be my first r/l experience and although I'm somewhat nervous, I'm very excited! David has instructed me to be completely naked when he arrives. It is broad daylight, the middle of the day and I am to be standing at the door waiting when he arrives. David has instructed me to open the door wide when I see his car in the driveway, exposing my naked body to the entire neighborhood as he comes up the stairs. 

He stops halfway up the stairs, prolonging my humiliation at being on display for the whole world to see. I desperately fought the urge to step behind the blinds and hide my nakedness. After what seems an eternity, he continues up the stairs. As he enters the room, he grabs my hair tightly with his right hand and closes the door with his left, never taking his eyes from mine. He yanks my head back so sharply that I gasp! Then, in deep contrast, he kisses me ever so softly and whispers, "It's time little one". There is one thing that intrigues me about David. He is the master of "contrasts". One minute he's so sweet and gentle. The next minute he unleashes the demons! 

Still grasping my hair tightly, he presses me against the glass door and holds me there with my pussy in full view of anyone passing by. I hear him unzip his pants. My God! The mere thought of him releasing his huge throbbing cock makes me wet! Still in full view of the door, David pushes me to my knees. Taking my head in both of his hands he begins to slowly slide his cock in and out of my mouth. Its thick girth stretching my lips wide. Each gentle stroke inching its way further down my throat, gagging me at times. Stopping just long enough to let me breathe, he quickly picks up his pace again. He continues this slow, sensual face-fucking for several minutes. 

Suddenly he stops and pulls me to my feet. He then orders me to turn around and place my hands flat against the floor. I immediately do as he says as David grabs onto my hips. His strong, rough fingers digging into my tender flesh. He places the head of his cock against my dripping wet pussy... taunting me. He begins gently tapping the head of his cock against my hole as if he is eyeing his target. Without warning he SLAMS his cock deep and holds it there tightly while pulling back on my hips, grinding as deep as he can go. When he's convinced it will go no further, he pulls back and begins hammering my aching pussy as hard and fast as he can nearly knocking me to the floor! 

He stops as suddenly as he started and whipping me around to face him, he forces me to my knees again and orders me to lick him clean. I gladly do as he says, enjoying the taste of my own juices. When David is satisfied that I have cleaned him properly, he pulls me to my feet. Taking me again by my hair, he guides me toward the bedroom and orders me to sit on the towel he had previously instructed me to place on the side of the bed. 

He spies all the toys (including the new one still in its box) neatly displayed on the floor next to the bed exactly as he had told me. He chuckles quietly and says "Very nice my little slut". After a moment of looking over the array toys, David's eyes narrow and lock on mine as he enunciates each word very deliberately, "If you think you've been thoroughly fucked in the past whore, you are sadly mistaken". 

And with that, David takes the silk scarves from his pocket and quickly ties one of my wrists to the headboard and the other at the foot of the bed. He then ties each of my ankles in the same way only under the bed. David has now tied me so that my feet are spread wide apart on the floor putting my ass and pussy at the edge of the bed well within his reach. 

When he is satisfied with the restraints, he takes the blindfold from the display of toys. After placing it over my eyes, I feel his tongue circling my nipples, his fingers lightly tracing the lips of my pussy as he tells me, "Your wish is to venture into subspace little one? Then prepare yourself for the journey of a lifetime my nasty little cumslut". 

I can hear David moving around the room. My senses have heightened drastically since he applied the blindfold. I realize I can no longer hear him and I wonder if he has left the room. Lying there helplessly tied and blindfolded, I feel totally exposed, as if there are a thousand people in the room staring at my gaping holes. It is somewhat frightening and I begin to tremble. Seconds seem like hours as I lie there waiting. My God! The anticipation is agonizing but so delicious! 

Suddenly I feel David's hot breath between my legs. My pussy is wide open and I feel his warm wet tongue teasing the quivering mass. He reaches up and begins lightly twisting my nipples, gradually increasing the pressure while his tongue begins exploring every inch of my exposed sex. His flattened tongue makes several long, sweeping strokes from just above my asshole all the way to my clit, lingering for just a moment to flick his tongue over my clit, nibbling, even biting it gently then sucking it hard, sending shockwaves up and down my spine.

He takes the bottle of lubricant and pours it generously over my ass and pussy. I can hear him moving again as he chooses which toy to use first.... and so my journey begins. 

David uses first one toy then another.... and another. Repeatedly, he drives me just to the brink of yet another orgasm, daring me to cum, lest I suffer his wrath. The agony of wanting to surrender my orgasm to him has become brutally intense! When David is sure I can take no more, he unties my feet, pulling my legs high into the air. 

Taking one ankle in each hand, he presses his throbbing cock against my ass. David knows I have never had a cock of his size in my ass before. He places the head against my tight hole, pushing gently at first but not entering.... yet. After a few seconds, he can feel the tight muscles begin to relax and that's his signal to press harder. The head of his bulging cock is almost inside me now. 

David stares into my glazed eyes, watching my expression very carefully as he pushes the head completely inside now, holding it there for just a moment allowing my muscles to adjust to his massive size. As he holds that position, he says in a loud, commanding voice, "Prepare to be FUCKED like the nasty little whore that you are!" and with one long steady stroke, David plunges his entire cock deep into my ass and waits for me to recover from the shock. He pulls back slowly then plunges deep inside again, repeating this several times until he is sure I can take it. My whimpering has now changed to loud moans. 

Soon, I notice David's eyes closing, his head tilting back slightly and I know the time is near. He groans loudly and begins fucking my asshole with wild abandon, his balls slapping furiously against my ass cheeks! Suddenly he roars, "Cum NOW you filthy bitch!" as his enormous cock explodes like a rocket filling my ass with his fiery load! 

To be continued...



The Journey Ch. 01



Gyna sighed as she opened the door and walked inside, closing it behind her. She walked over to the hallway closet and hung her light brown coat before closing the door and walking over to the couch, stretching her petite frame on it. 

Her long, dark brown hair spilled over one of the cushions as she laid down her 5'0 tall body, simple jeans and a black tank top enhancing her bronze colored skin, light brown eyes and those curves that made evident her Latin heritage. She was the sporty type, specially loving swimming, so she kept in shape. Today, her double work shift in the zoo and the wildlife reserve had been especially tiring, having started since 6am. After a few moments of rest she headed towards the kitchen to start making dinner. 

Patrick was looking at Gyna as she entered the kitchen, with a smile on his face. He was dressed in a pair of jeans, and a t-shirt. It was his normal attire, which was one of the perks of his job as a computer programmer. He was about 6'0 tall and average weight. His hazel eyes sparkled as she entered the kitchen.

"Now Honey, what are you doing in here?" He asked grinning at her. "Now go back and rest beautiful, I've already taken care of dinner, it should be ready in about 30 minutes, go rest, and I'll be in the living room in a few minutes to join you." He didn't give Gyna a chance to respond as he ushered her out the door.

A few minutes later Patrick smiled seeing his beautiful wife resting on the couch. He passed her a glass of wine. "I know you had a long day today, so since I was able to get out of work early, I came home and made you dinner, figured that would help." He smiled at her. "I also made sure that the laundry was started and everything else was taken care of." He gave her a long kiss. "Now Honey how was your day?" 

Gyna chuckled and took a sip from her wine before setting it down on the table. "What? No kiss?" she said in a teasing voice as she leaned over to kiss him softly on the lips before rearranging herself on the couch. "Work was great. We finally released that puma we found two weeks ago inside the reserve. The rest was all normal check ups and the like"

Animals were her passion. Since Gyna was a child, she always wanted to be a vet. After a couple of years and a few sacrifices here and there she managed to finish quite earlier than expected. She worked at both the local zoo and a wildlife reserve 15 minutes from their home, some days, like today, working on both. But she wouldn't change it for the world.

"How was your day, love?" Gyna asked as she took a moment to smell the delicious scents coming from the kitchen. It's smelled like Patrick had gone all out tonight "You know maybe you should be the wife. You seem to be making more and more dinners for me instead of the other way around" she said jokingly as she snuggled against him.

"It was my typical day, really boring since we just shipped our major product for the next couple of months last week, was able to get home earlier then I expected anyway." He gave her a nice long kiss as he held her close. "Baby, you know wife is just a title, it doesn't mean you need to cook and clean and everything, and you're doing quite well with your career and whatever I can do to help your career I will do." He said holding her close.

They both looked at each other, holding each other close, as supper finished cooking. Patrick refilled Gyna's glass of wine, as he served them both a roast of lamb, with some carrots, potatoes and peas. He smiled at her, giving her a long kiss, as the table was set perfectly for a romantic dinner. "Now you enjoy baby." He said looking at her. "Honey, I want to talk about us having a child."

Gyna looked at the food in her plate and smiled. He really was a great cook. At his words she bit her lip lightly and quickly considered the possibility. They were both responsible and she knew that he wouldn't even suggested unless they were both ready. Slowly, she lifted her gaze up to meet his, blushing lightly "Do you think we're ready, Sweetie?" she asked softly as she took a bite from the lamb.

They had talked about this since they'd started their relationship almost 5 years ago. After agreeing that they'd meet and get married after she moved to Canada to study and he graduated, they also agreed to wait until she had finished vet school and had a job. It had cost both of them hard work to keep their relationship going strong, and had been rewarded with living together sooner that they both thought possible.

He looked at her and took a drink of his wine. "Well baby, is anyone ever fully ready to become parents." He said looking at her. "I think we are as ready as anyone can ever be to move forward to try to have a child." He took another sip of his wine. "I just want to know one thing baby, what about your career, having a child is going to mean needing to take time off work and everything, especially for you." He looked at her. "I would be willing to stay around the house after you need to go back to work, but still it means a dent in your career, can you deal with that?"

This was a topic that they never really talked about before, but it was an important one. If they had a child Gyna would need to take a break from work for at least a couple months, her career though right now was going so well, was she willing to place her career that she loved so much on the backburner for a child. He looked at her, and he could tell Gyna was thinking long about this. He smiled at her, he could tell that no matter what they decided the decision wasn't made lightly.

Gyna bit her lip and sighed. She loved her job and everything that came with it, even the waking up before dawn. But she did want to have a child with Patrick. Besides, there were plenty of trainees and vets there now, thanks to a campaign for volunteers made by the reserve. They could also cover the zoo, thanks to the contact numbers she had on both of her jobs. If worst came to worst, they could always call her and ask her opinion on whatever situation.

Finally coming to a decision, she let a soft smile graze her lips "My career is going to be fine, Baby. I'm exactly where I want to be now and there are plenty of vets and vet techs in the reserve to take care of any problems that may come to pass on both the zoo and the reserve itself." Getting up, she walked over behind his chair and wrapped her arms across his shoulders, resting her palms on his chest and her face against his neck "I'm ready if you are, Darling" she whispered softly as she kissed the side of his neck gently.

He smiled and kissed her lovingly as he led her towards their bedroom. "Honey, I think we are both ready for this." He said as he kissed her lovingly. "It probably won't happen right away, maybe it will turn out that for some reason we can't have a family, but honey no matter what I will always love you." He said as he dimmed the lights in the bedroom some. He was pleased with the decision he made, and happy that Gyna was so secure in her career that it will still be in good shape after this.

He went into the master bath, and shaved first, as Gyna did some finishing touches in the bedroom. She lit a few candles, turned on some music to set a better mood, and made it look a hundred times more romantic. She changed into a black nighty that she had. The nighty was made of silk, and was see through except for the breast area. Patrick had a giant smile on his face as he exited the bathroom, seeing Gyna with a very naughty look on her face, motioning him seductively towards the bed.

With a soft chuckle, she crawled slowly to the edge of the bed and walked over to him, pulling him by the hips gently towards her for a long kiss. She placed a hand gently on his chest as they both kissed passionately, her body molding onto his. His lips moved gently from her mouth over to her earlobes, sucking, nibbling and tugging on it gently as his hands moved over her arms and shoulders, rubbing her skin lovingly.

Letting him take control for a while, Gyna felt as his lips moved down to her neck, his hands lightly trailing down her body before pushing the straps of the nighty off her shoulders. The silk fell to her feet, revealing her nakedness to him. His lips moved over her shoulders and collarbone, tasting her skin as his hands wrapped around her waist. Her warm hands moved under his shirt, taking it off slowly before letting her fingertips lightly trail from his chest, down his stomach to his boxers and letting them fall on the floor too.

He pulled their bodies close, feeling her chest press against his as he half carried her to the bed, setting her down gently. He heard her giggle as his lips tickled her lightly as they moved back to her neck, his hands traveling slowly over her breasts and caressing them before they moved down to her stomach. His lips took the place of his hands over her left breast, kissing and nibbling lightly on the skin before taking all of the dark areola inside his mouth and sucking it gently. He heard her moan gently, feeling her hands traveling over his back as he suckled on each breast, as their child would someday.

She groaned softly as she felt his hand move lower, cupping her mound gently before stroking her clit slowly, making a low moan escape her lips. After a few more minutes, he left a trail of butterfly kisses over her stomach and her hips, before grabbing each of her legs and spreading them slowly, kissing his way up her inner thighs. Groaning lightly, she felt him stop just over her clit, letting his warm breath fall over her pussy.

He chuckled softly before starting to kiss her nether lips, taking each one and sucking on them gently before running his tongue over her slit. Hearing her moans encourage him, he started tongue fucking her, his tongue exploring her gently, going over all the small ridges of warm, wet skin that it knew so well. As she started to breathe heavier, he moved his mouth over to her clit, trapping it between his lips and sucking on it mercilessly as he inserted two fingers inside of her.

She had grabbed the sheets tightly on each side, feeling the pressure build on her lower tummy as his fingers kept moving in and out of her, his lips and tongue working on her clit. Without much warning, her body tensed making her cry out as she came. With a sigh, her body relaxed, falling gently on the bed.

He smiled licking his lips before moving up to kiss her lips passionately, their bodies pressing together from forehead to their feet. With a small movement he slipped his hard cock inside of her and started moving slowly, kissing every part of her skin he could reach as he moved. Feeling her respond as she wrapped her legs around his waist and moved against him, he picked up his pace a little more. He could feel her warm walls wrapping around his cock then releasing it, giving it a sensual massage as their bodies moved, a technique they had perfected together that drove them both nuts with pleasure.

"Baby, come inside my warm fertile womb. I want to feel your hot cum inside of me" she said breathlessly as her hands moved over his back. "Mmmmm I'm going to get my beautiful little wife pregnant tonight, aren't I?" he asked teasingly as he nibbled on her neck, thrusting faster inside of her.

They kept moving in unison, each kissing every part of the other they could reach with their lips as their climax built. With a loud mix of groans and moans they came together, his cock buried deep inside of her as his seed spilled into her womb, coating it before it spilled down, where it mixed with her own juices, before dribbling out of her, running slowly over her thighs and his balls.

He turned them slowly to their sides as he caressed her face gently and kissed her, whispering sweet words in her ear. She snuggled against his chest, feeling him still inside of her as she kissed his chest lightly, closing her eyes. Gently, he pulled the sheet over their sweat covered bodies, wrapping his arms around her small frame and holding her close. "I love you, Mi Amor" she whispered softly against his chest as she slowly drifted off to sleep. "I love you, Darling" he said softly as he lowered his face to kiss her forehead gently and closed his eyes, falling asleep as he held the love of his life in his arms.



The Journey Ch. 01



Saturday Evening

"Now that is how you wear a dress." Jessica Stewart blushed a little under her friend's compliment, although she had to agree with Margo. She balanced on her toes like a dancer, stretching her diminutive body.

"It's not too short, is it?" she asked, smoothing the blue silk across her flat stomach and legs. It didn't reach the middle of her thighs, but God did it make her legs look good.

"You are kidding me?" Margo asked incredulously, rolling onto her side and propping her head up on her elbow. "It's perfect!"

The curvy blonde giggled, swivelling to check out her rear. The thin material fit comfortably, although it definitely stretched taut in key places. "You can't see my knickers?" she asked.

The redhead on the bed squinted hard at the heart shaped curve of Jessica's round buttocks reflected in the mirror. "Nope," she confirmed, slithering off the bed. "But I can see your nipples. No bra, naughty girl..."

Jessica's deep brown eyes beamed at her taller friend as Margo brushed aside a strand of her honey blonde hair and smothered her lips in a fiery kiss.

The blonde felt her toes curl. Even after six months, she loved the way her friend's wet tongue felt against her own. Margo's hands skimmed along the back of her silk dress and cupped her firm buttocks. "So you are wearing something," she giggled, pulling back as her fingers traced the outline of her skimpy thong.

Jessica spun away, opening the door to her little room and skipping into the bathroom. "Of course I am," she called over her shoulder with a delicious giggle. "I'm not a slut!"

She opened her make-up case and began to consider her options. Glancing at the pretty face reflected back at her, the eighteen-year-old decided on soft, blue eye shadow to match the dress, along with dark eye-liner and mascara.

"Really, I've heard differently," Margo said from the door, a sexy beam on her face. The girl sighed. "I wish I could go to the Cooper's party."

Jessica shifted her attention back to her sexy friend as Margo leaned in the doorframe. Part of her wished her friend had received an invitation, particularly when she looked so good in those low-rise jeans and little tank top. But maybe it was for the best. 

She knew how the night would play out if her friend did tag along. They'd drink too much, flirt with all the boys before getting bored and then sneak off somewhere to fool around with each other. 

Tonight, Jessica had other plans.

Mainly, they had to do with her mother. Jess had convinced her unhappy mom to accept their invitation to the Cooper's Diamond Anniversary party tonight and wanted to make sure that her mother enjoyed herself.

She so rarely seemed to be able to let her hair down nowadays, but that was unsurprising the way things were between her parents. Her mother had once told her that she and her husband used to be happy, though Jessica couldn't remember when. All she knew was that for some time her parents had seemed lived separate lives. 

Her father was often out with friends, drinking, playing cards... and that was when he wasn't working his fingers to the bone. She'd give him that—he'd always worked hard for a living.

Her mother, on the other hand, went out all too rarely. Her dad didn't approve. It was jealousy, of course. He'd married the prettiest girl in town and then gradually cut her off from all the friends she'd used to go out with. It was no fun to face a flurry of questions when she returned as to where she'd been and who she'd been with. 

In the end, it avoided the arguments if she just stayed at home. 

"Oh, hi, Mrs. Stewart," Margo's voice drew Jessica back from her thoughts.

"Hello, Margo, how are things?" Jessica's mother asked a little absently.

"Great, although I'm a little jealous that you two get to go to a party at the Cooper's!"

Amanda Stewart gave the redhead a weak smile. "Then you can be my proxy. I'm not feeling too well, anyway—"

"Oh no you don't, Mom!" Jessica broke in. "You're not getting off that easily."

"Jessica, I don't think this is a good idea after all. Your father's out of town and—"

"And nothing. It's perfect! And you promised we'd have a drink for my eighteenth birthday." The older woman sighed. She was still in her khaki shorts and t-shirt, clearly unprepared. "Please, Mom. It would mean a lot to me," Jessica added, trying for a softer angle.

She understood her mom's hesitation. It all stemmed back to another party she'd been to, years ago. A man named Barry Levinson had tried to kiss her mom. It was all harmless enough, but not to her father. The bastard had slapped her mother across the face and told her what he'd do if he ever caught her 'cheating' again.

That was so ridiculous. Cheating? Jessica knew for a fact that her father had been with other women behind her mother's back. Hell, her mother probably knew that, too. She wasn't an idiot.

Mrs. Stewart hesitated, her resolve crumbling. Of course she'd go, in the end. She'd do anything for her only child. But... 

"You're not going out in that dress!"

"You don't like it?" Jessica giggled, knowing her mother wouldn't stop her.— "I bet you wore things like this all the time when you were my age." She'd seen the photos and knew it was true.

Amanda Stewart's face broke into a soft smile. "Well, in that case, I definitely should go along. You need a chaperone, young lady."

"And you need to get ready!" Her mother looked so pretty when she smiled. She did it so rarely these days...

"I suppose I can dig something up."

"Have I told you how hot your mom is?" Margo whispered once she and Jessica were alone again.

"Marg! Shut up!" Jessica giggled, picking up her lip gloss.

It was true, though. Her mother had kept herself in great shape, despite her husband's neglect—or maybe because of it? And with him out of town, maybe the stars were aligning for Mrs. Amanda Steward to finally let her hair down. Jess hoped so. It made such a difference to the atmosphere when her mom was happy.

"She definitely has your tits," the taller redhead said huskily, sauntering up behind her. Jessica breathed heavily as she watched in the mirror as her friend reached beneath her arms, cupping her healthy breasts. "Same, soft hair," she whispered, nuzzling Jessica's golden locks to the side with her face before placing a soft kiss on the inside of her neck. "Same creamy, pale skin." Another kiss. "Same freckles." Jessica shivered, feeling herself grow wet. Their gaze met in the mirror. "Same sexy, bedroom eyes."

"Stop!" the blonde gasped, reluctantly breaking free of Margo's trance. "If you mess up my make-up, I'm going to kill you!"

The girls giggled. "Oh, Jess, I'm going to miss you next year. You sure you don't want to come to Uni with me? You could get in easily."

Jessica sighed as she adjusted the dress. It had shifted under Margo's groping hands, but in the end, she decided she liked the way it had made her breasts even more prominent.

The eighteen year-old had done well at school and University offered a way out of her unhappy home. But Uni wasn't for her. She wanted to work. Preferably with kids. She'd made a tidy sum babysitting for several families on the estate and found that she adored spending time with children.

Looking after the Spencer's two boys when their mother was in hospital had convinced her of her vocation: she wanted to be a full time nanny. No responsibilities other than the kids under her control, and a chance to treat them even better than their parents could. A chance to make up for her own upraising.

Until she had her own children, of course. She wanted lots!

Finding a position was proving harder than she'd expected. She had references from families as prominent as the Cooper's (the Cooper grand children were naturally spoiled, but if her invitation to tonight's party was any indication, she must have left a good impression). She had the experience and She had imagined that on reaching her eighteenth birthday last week there'd be plenty of choice. How wrong could she be? What was out there was being filled by people with connections, it seemed. That just wasn't fair! 

She'd written after a couple of positions she'd seen advertised on the internet—one in Ireland and the other in Devon—and was desperate for a reply. 

"Still haven't heard back?" Margo asked, reading her thoughts.

"Not yet."

"You will!" she comforted. "I've seen you with kids. You're brilliant!"

"Thanks, Marg." Jessica forced a smile. No point worrying about that now, she thought, checking herself out in the mirror again. "So, think I can pull a guy with this dress?" Her smiled turned genuine, her cute dimple forming in her chin.

"You can pull me," the redhead giggled, stepping forward before Jess stopped her.

"Uh!" she held out her hand. "You come no further. Remember what I said about the make-up and the killing..."

"There are parts of you without make up on..." Margo teased, sliding her finger to the short hem of Jessica's dress.

The blonde rolled her eyes. "Not with my mom in the next room, slut."

"You're the one who just asked me..." Margo shook her head. "Never mind." she laughed. "By the way, your nipples are showing."

"I know," Jessica replied crookedly. She lived for sex and new experiences and tonight she might just find another. Picking up her clutch bag, she nodded at her reflection as if the gesture confirmed the thought. Some boy was going to get lucky tonight... 

***

Rodney Brownlee allowed the warm shower to cover his naked body. Reaching down, he held his large penis, softly stroking it until he was half erect. It was his pride and joy.

He knew he wasn't the most quick witted of individuals. Nor was he the best looking. Most of his male friends were heading off to University soon, but he'd be taking up a position in his father's business. 'Brownlee's – for everything you want in bathrooms'. 

It was good enough for me, his dad had seriously told him when offering him the position, so it's good enough for you. 

Okay, the thought didn't set him alight, but he'd already worked their part time and knew the ropes. Besides, it would be steady money and one day he would inherit the lot. Or so he hoped.

In the meantime, he'd enjoy himself the way he knew best. 

It had taken some time to realise the 'power' he possessed. At school, he'd originally been at the back of the queue as far as girls were concerned. His friends were either intelligent, good looking or blessed with a sporting prowess that seems to be a magnet for the female sex. 

Who wanted to go out with the quiet one when there were so many better catches around?

But things had suddenly changed. He had one thing that his friends hadn't. And he was the envy of them all. Hell man, Barry Johnston had told him one day in the school showers. With a cock that big, you'd make it big in the adult film industry.

Once news of his size spread, attitudes changed. Girls who'd never given him a second look before quickly became interested. All of a sudden, it was easy to get dates and even easier to get them to handle his monster. Okay, it was his cock they were interested in rather than him, but he was fine with that. For a former shy kid, a steady stream of blowjobs (and as he grew older, sex) were as good as any steady relationship. 

It was just as well he wasn't naive sexually. How could he, with parents like his? When the other guys weren't teasing him about the size of his dick, they were joshing him about his mom and dad. Is it true they're really swingers was a question he was tired of answering.

When he found out what a swinger was, he was incredulous. That couldn't be his parents, could it? It took him longer than most, but he eventually put two and two together. They often entertained other couples when he wasn't home. 

Now he knew why.

Then the curiosity got the better of him. Once, he'd snuck home early, knowing that his parents were entertaining. One look through a gap in the curtains had confirmed his suspicions. His mom had been with Lou Coffin, the local big shot. And his dad had been fucking Sandra, Lou's buxom girlfriend. All of them in the same room. His sitting room!

He was pretty sure that Sandra had seen him peeking through the curtains as she rode his father. Maybe she didn't know it was him, but from the way she kept glancing over at the curtains, he was sure she realised she was being watched. He'd spilt gallons when he'd cum against the wall of the house. 

Any inhibitions Rodney may have had about sex disappeared from that moment. He vowed to get his fair share. So far, he hadn't been disappointed. Most of the local girls had experienced his deadly weapon. And none had been disappointed.

Jessica Stewart was the exception. Not only had he not had the opportunity to try anything on, they hadn't even had much conversation together. Allright, he'd seen her look at him occasionally, as if attempting to check out his package. And he'd devoured her body on a few occasions. But that had only been with his eyes.

The trouble was that either she was going out with someone, or he was. The good news for him right now was that that particular situation had temporarily changed. He was between girlfriends and from what he understood Jessica didn't have a current boyfriend either. 

And she'd be at tonight's party for sure!

His dick hardened further in his hand as he thought of that body of hers. He'd always loved curvy women, just like Sandra. The cute and well-liked Jessica not only had curves in all the right places, she flaunted them. 

Damn, there just wasn't enough time to masturbate...

***

Natalie Walker's mobile phone buzzed once on the marble counter of her bathroom, the square outer screen lighting up. She heard it as she stepped from the shower, wrapping a fluffy white towel around her svelte body.

She could read that she had a new text, despite the steamed up screen. It brought a shiver of apprehension to the brunette that dripped like ice water down her spine. She suspected who it was from. A sixth sense, perhaps? This was getting out of hand...

Ignoring the irresistible temptation to look for a moment, she threw open the bathroom door. Steam billowed out as more refreshing colder air filled her lungs.

The master bedroom was as sumptuous as the rest of the Walker home. She dug her bare feet into the plush carpeting, crossing over to the floor-length mirror in the corner. Once upon a time, she remembered the kinkiness of watching herself in this mirror from the bed as her husband took her from behind. Sadly, those days were long gone...

Slipping out of the white towel, the long haired brunette appraised the firmness of her naked body. Not bad after three kids, was it? She'd certainly worked hard enough for it. The end result was that she was in better shape than she'd ever been in her life. Her small, dark nipples sat beautifully high on her small, perky breasts—though they were larger now, after the kids, pushing a mid-range B-cup. 

Her arms were toned without going overboard, and her flat stomach actually showed the beginnings of a six-pack. She'd rewarded herself by getting her belly button pierced—something she'd always wanted to do when she was younger but felt silly about doing. Now a pale pink gem shaped into a heart dangled in the centre of her tanned abs.

Her eyes drifted lower to the thin black landing strip of pubic fur.. She'd often thought of going bare, but Bobby had never been in favour. Her husband thought that look was for sluts. That thought excited her. Sometimes in her masturbatory fantasies she was a slut—clean shaved and as hot as hell! 

Natalie cocked her hip to the right and stretched her body upwards, posing. She still had it, she thought to herself. Still able to turn heads. Still with the body of a runway model, even if she did have a few more lines around her eyes.

Dan Rogers didn't seem to mind...

Just thinking his name and her knees trembled a little. Pretty, fair-haired guys had never really been her thing, but there was something about the way he looked at her with those baby blue eyes... it reminded her of the way Bobby used to look at her when they'd first met.

The golden boy of the firm was the most successful litigation expert in London. He was also regarded by most of the girls in the business as the office player. Some of the secretaries had complained of his wandering hands. Others had willingly succumbed.  

Natalie had been on a par with him in terms of expertise and ranking until she got pregnant with her first child. She'd tried to keep up with her job and raising Jenny, but when the twins came along she realised it was too much. Raising three kids was a full time occupation and despite the legal firm trying to talk her out of it, she had no choice but to relinquish her partnership at Williams, Kenwright and Cooper. 

After a three-year hiatus, she was back. As much as she loved her three kids, Natalie realized that she wasn't a stay-at-home mother. She needed more to fill her days than children's programming and nap times. She wanted to experience the thrill of the courtroom again and the pressure of a deadline that didn't involve someone's bedtime.

It was summertime, so finding a sitter to watch the kids for a few hours every Monday had been pretty easy—though finding a more permanent solution was proving a nightmare. The part time work at the firm was enough to whet her appetite but she knew she'd need more sooner rather than later. She needed a fulltime nanny and despite already putting out feelers, she'd drawn a complete blank.

Slipping into a lacy white thong and strapless bra, she wandered back into the bathroom and retrieved her mobile. Flipping it open, she scrolled to her new text. 

Can't wait to see you tonight...

It reminded her that the litigation prep was just part of the reason she looked forward to going into work on Mondays. She'd only been back for three weeks and the competitive jousts with Dan Rogers had already begun. So had the less appropriate sexual banter.

Natalie shivered again, this time the pleasant sensations ending in a tingle between her legs. Her marital status had never been a barrier to him. He'd told her how attractive he found her and had pestered her for a date almost from the moment he'd joined the firm.

She'd resisted, of course, but there was always that temptation. That was exactly the problem with Dan. Despite her better judgement, Natalie found herself thinking about him all the time, always accompanied by a warm, fuzzy feeling. She wouldn't be surprised if she ever caught herself writing his name next to hers while daydreaming in a board meeting.

Then there was the limo ride incident. Three years ago, but the memory was still fresh. They'd been entertaining a couple of important clients all evening. The champagne had flowed freely and so had the flirting. Natalie wasn't new to this game, she knew exactly how to use her beauty without offering more. 

With Dan's help, they had the two guys eating out of their hands.

On the ride home, after dropping them off, she let Dan kiss her. She could have blamed it on the champagne. Or on the successful night. Or on the crunch and smell of the expensive leather behind her back. But the truth was, she'd wanted him to. She'd kissed him back as hard and willingly as he kissed her. And when his hand had dropped across her breasts, she didn't push it away. It inflamed her further.

Heck, she'd even stroked him through his trousers, feeling how hard he was because of her. Thank goodness the limo had reached her house before things had totally got out of hand...

Bobby walked in on the sexy recollection just as she was rolling her nude-coloured stay-ups. With one long leg propped up on the bed, the other taut and supporting her weight despite her heels, the scene was straight out of the graduate. 




The Journey Ch. 01



Only Bobby didn't even give her a second glance. "Nat, have you seen my wallet? I can't find it anywhere."

Switching legs, Natalie sighed inwardly. Once upon a time, he would have thrown her on the bed and ravished her, even at the mention of her wearing thigh highs. Now, he didn't even blink. "Did you check the top of your dresser?" she suggested.

"Ah, thanks, babe." No kiss. Not even a hug. He was gone as quickly as he'd arrived. And from the way he slightly slurred his words, he'd already begun drinking. As always, it left her feeling miserable. 

She and Bobby had been married for ten years. As a young woman, she hadn't been sexually experienced when she met him at University and had pretty much learned as she'd gone along. At first, they couldn't keep their hands off each other. They'd found ways to be alone—anywhere at all—and made love at any hour of the day or night. 

For a while, it continued that way after they were married, until everything began to grow stale. They began to drift apart. Bobby's business went through a rough time and suddenly her husband was drinking more than he should. Sex took a backseat. Drink became more prevalent. It had been like she was married to a different man.

She'd hoped that having kids would salvage their floundering marriage. She'd hoped that if they had something to share with one another again, they'd find that spark that they'd lost. But the drinking continued. He'd get into fights when he was drunk, and had been arrested a couple of times.

Now look at things! His business was now flourishing. The kids were no longer babies. And yet things were no better than they were before. If anything, they'd gotten worse. Natalie wasn't an idiot. Bobby had never been interested in other women before and now she had no option but to watch the way he flirted, particularly with a few drinks in him. 

Her only consolation was that he saved the worst of it for when the kids went to bed. 

Half of her dreaded this evening. It was nice of the senior most partner to invite her to his Fiftieth Anniversary bash, especially since she'd only been back for a few weeks, but she had a pretty good idea how the evening would progress. Bobby was already well on his way to drinking too much, and he'd flirt inappropriately with someone half his age, make a fool out of the two of them, then pass out. 

She'd be making excuses for him all night.

She looked back down at her mobile, remembering Dan Rogers' message again. Can't wait to see you tonight... The fair-haired Romeo would be there and he'd try and make a move at some stage tonight. And Bobby probably wouldn't care, even if he was sober enough to notice for once.

She thought about her other 'near miss' with Dan at Bill Kenwright's home. The fifty-five year-old senior partner had the firm over, celebrating them on the most successful year to date. It was over a year ago, and Natalie had already taken her leave in order to raise the twins. Dan cornered her in the kitchen, complimented her on bouncing back from her pregnancy so fast. When he told her how much he missed her already, she believed him. 

Or wanted to. She needed to hear that kind of affection, after getting none of it from home. 

When he took her by the hand and dragged her towards an empty room, she didn't say a word. She barely remembered to breath. If it hadn't been for the Kenwright kids screaming playfully across their path, goodness knows what would have happened. 

But the kids' laughter had reminded her of her own children and suddenly snapped her out of that big mistake. In her darker moments, she regretted that...

Maybe that was why the thought of working closely with Dan again made her body feel warm and numb? And he'd be there tonight. He was back in her life, and she wasn't sure if that made her excited, or terribly afraid. 

The Party

"No, I don't want a cigarette," Jessica said firmly. She didn't smoke, and even if she did, she wasn't about to go anywhere alone with the Lassiter brothers. They were bad news and she wasn't about to get mixed up with them.

"I said, 'Join us for a smoke.' I didn't say anything about cigarettes, little Jessie," Tommy Lassiter, the older of the two drop-outs, corrected. 

The way he looked at her was unnerving. She shivered. "Uh huh... well, thanks but no thanks."

The Coopers were from old money, and their land holdings once stretched across the county. They'd sold it all off years ago, turning a healthy profit as the area became one of the hottest growing neighbourhoods outside of London and renovated Greystone Manor back to its former state.

Watching from the raised, marble staircase that walked off the back of the house, the scene stretching out before Jessica could have been straight out of a period piece. A shallow pool stretched along the backyard, lined with large, pale yellow lights whose reflection shimmered from the water in the darkness. It was all so romantic, and yet Jessica was being hit on by the two 'bad boys' of the neighbourhood who were after only one thing.

"Come on, brother," Tommy said gruffly. "This slut's not worth it."

The young blonde gritted her teeth but didn't say a word, listening to make sure they retreated back into the house. Fuck them, she thought. She loved sex. So what? That didn't make her a slut, did it? Unlike some of her friends, she certainly wasn't in the business of sleeping with any guy who dangled a hard on in front of her.

"Can I get you a drink?" a man's deep voice asked behind her. Jessica sighed. She'd only been here a half hour and this was the third guy to hit on her.

"I'm okay," she softly said, turning to him and offering a chipper smile. Hmmm, he was much older than the boys she ran around with. Quite handsome, too. He made up for the receding line of his dark hair with his broad shoulders and rugby frame. Pale and a little round around the edges, he was probably the kind of guy who spent an unhealthy amount of time inside a local pub.

"You sure? Your glass is nearly empty."

She glanced down and drained the rest before holding the glass up to him. This guy couldn't be any worse than the Lassiter brothers, besides he was married. She could see his ring. "How about a gin and tonic."

Bobby smiled as he took the empty glass and quickly returned with a refill. He wasn't going to let this sexy little stunner get away.

Jess thanked him as she took the drink, deciding that the older man just wasn't her type. He represented the real world, one she had yet to enter. Still, she smiled sweetly as she listened to him talk about his construction business and how the market was turning around. She found herself growing bored, glancing off the landing at the people below them, in search of better conversation. 

She didn't know or care what 'the market' was. 

This was all a little too adult for her. Besides, he was well the worse for drink, even at this early hour. It made him seem a little ridiculous, really.

Sensing her waning interest, the inebriated man decided to make his move. Reaching out, he ran his fingers along her bare shoulder. His eyes dipped down into her cleavage—not for the first time—before he whispered, "You're a very pretty girl, Jessica."

The blonde sighed to herself. Here we go again. Usually it was boys of her own age hitting on her and now she had an older guy—and a married one at that. She braced for impact, turning ever so slightly away from his touch. "Thanks," she said sweetly, glancing at his gold wedding band. It was scratched and faded, but it was there. She wanted to suggest that if he was going to try and pick up girls half his age, he should at least make the effort to remove it. 

"I'm getting a little cold," she said, looking for a way out. "I should..."

"Want my jacket?" he offered, not taking the hint.

"No, keep it," she said as he began to struggle with his blue blazer. "I'll just go inside..." She looked up at him, meeting his eyes strongly as she handed him her glass, slopping some of the drink onto his hand. "And you're going to need it out here..." 

This time, Jessica couldn't suppress her smile. The befuddled look in Bobby's face was just too amusing. He blinked his eyes, a little stunned, as she turned and sauntered indoors, clutch purse tucked under her arm. She even gave a sexy wiggle, jut to rub it in. It occurred to her that his wife may even be here. What a slimeball...

"You handled that well," a husky voice observed as she passed between the open French doors. Looking up, she saw that a woman had been observing her, leaning like a shadow just inside the house. She held two glasses of champagne, and offered the blonde one. "You're eighteen, aren't you?"

***

Natalie felt fury seethe from her pours. She was in a conversation with Bill Kenwright, his wife, and one of the new junior partners from Williams Kenwright and Cooper, but all she could concentrate on was her husband. How could he? And in such plain sight?

The night had started off on a bad footing. Bobby was too drunk to drive even before they left the house and Natalie wasn't in the mood to stay sober, so they taxied to Greystone. Her husband went straight for the bar, and Natalie knew it was pointless to stop him. She watched him go and then went in search of someone she knew.

Bill Kenwright was probably the most involved of the senior partners. He was the youngest at fifty-five and still enjoyed litigation more than he did spending time on the golf course, although he admitted that the balance was shifting to the links with each passing year. 

He was excited to hear that Natalie was considering returning and his wife had begun throwing out names of nannies she'd heard good things about.

It was when she happened to glance back at the house that the night truly devolved into a nightmare. There was her drunk of a husband, standing on the top landing of the marble staircase that could have served as a stage to the whole back yard, openly flirting with a blonde girl who looked like she was still in high school!

There was no doubt that he was interested. Even from her distance away, she could tell what he was up to. Natalie's only consolation was that the beautiful teenager didn't seem too interested in her husband—not that it was much consolation at all. It was still humiliating. She only prayed that no one she knew would look in that direction.

"Have you seen Dan this evening?" Kenwright asked as he stole another glass of red wine from a passing tray.

Even the mention of Dan's name barely registered through the thick haze of her anger and embarrassment. "Not yet."

Kenwright started to look around, his eyes drifting back to the house. Her face flooded with heat. "No!" she yelped, fearing he'd see her philandering husband. Three sets of eyes immediately turned back to her, all of them trying to gauge her sanity. "I mean... not yet." Shit, she was making a mess of this. "I think I may have had too much to drink, too fast."

They all laughed.

Up at the house, she watched as the blonde pulled away from Bobby's touch and excuse herself into the house. She watched him stand there dumbly, scratching his head and wondering what went wrong. How could she have fallen for that man, once upon a time? Had he tried the same tricks with her when she was a tender nineteen years old?

He moved down the stairs, no doubt heading for the bar again, spilling drink from one glass while drinking from the other.

"Excuse me," the brunette told the couple. Her husband was unsteadily walking in her direction and she was in no mood for a confrontation. "I need to use the ladies room."

Circling along the opposite side of the reflecting pool, she excused herself into the house.

***

"You're eighteen, aren't you?" the woman asking looked both young yet mature. Jessica reasoned it must have been her slinky black dress, and the way she wore her make-up. Her loose, light brown hair was masterfully tussled around her bright and beautiful face.

The young blonde accepted the drink. "Just last week," Jessica said. The woman's hazel eyes felt like a pair of heat lamps on her. It wasn't an entirely unwelcome feeling.

"Yes, I thought so," the woman went on, sipping at the bubbly. "I've always thought you looked like a young Jessica Simpson, though your hair is a little shorter and you're so much more adorable."

"Is that a compliment?"

The wavy haired woman laughed. "Hell, yes. She's such a sexy little thing. I'm Alison, by the way. You go to school with my son."

Jessica's brown eyes widened a little. Alison Brownlee had a reputation in the neighbourhood. Rumours were that she and her husband were active swingers. The blonde teenager had often wondered about that lifestyle. Open relationships, casual sex. No boy had ever interested her enough for her to label as a boyfriend. 

Maybe she was a swinger at heart?

"Well, if I am, then you look like Kathleen Turner," Jessica said, holding her glass up with a smile.

"Kathleen Turner?"

"Film actress. You must have seen Body Heat... surely?" 

"Never watch movies, dear. But tell me, is she as sexy as Jessica?"

"Which Jessica?" the eighteen year old teasingly asked, with a twinkle in her eye. Two could play this game. "Me or Miss Simpson?"

Alison laughed a little more loudly than seemed necessary. It was a throaty, sexy laugh that all of a sudden made Jessica that they'd begun to flirt—and that this was with a woman, not some giggly female like Margo. Suddenly she felt very grown up.

"Oh you, dear. Definitely you. I've had my eye on you for a while. I just needed to wait until your birthday."

Jessica felt her heart flutter. Did she really say that? Grasping, she asked, "Had your eye on me?"

"Absolutely."

"Are you coming on to me?"

"How would that make you feel?"

Their eyes never left one another's during the exchange. Jessica felt butterflies in her stomach. It wasn't that Alison Brownlee was a woman. Jessica would freely admit that she didn't discriminate between girls and boys. It was that this was Alison Brownlee coming onto her, a woman that her teenage friends spoke about in such revered terms. 

The Brownlee's were definitely considered to be the 'hip' couple in the neighbourhood. Mrs. Brownlee really did have a Kathleen Turner vibe, with long, wavy hair highlighted in hues ranging from light blondes to soft browns, and an unlined, timelessly beautiful face. If she had to guess Alison's age, she wouldn't put her over thirty, although that couldn't be true. Not with an eighteen-year-old son, Rodney.

Rodney had also been the subject of some speculation among her friends. Jessica had always liked the tall gawky lad, even if he wasn't regarded as the sharpest tool in the box. He was amiable enough and had a sort of innocent sexiness about him. Of course, all the rumours revolved around his cock, which was reputed to be the size of a donkey's. Jessica smiled. Maybe she could check that out by asking his mum?

"Something amusing?" Alison asked, raising an eyebrow as she broke into the teenager's thoughts.

Jessica shook her head and took another sip of bubbly. "She is," she said, raising the glass.

The older woman shot her a puzzled look. "She is...?" 

"Kathleen Turner. She is as sexy as Jessica."

Alison's smile broadened. She reached out, running her fingers along the young girl's bare forearm. "And I remind you of her?"

"Oh yes. Definitely."

The older woman smiled. This was much easier than she'd anticipated. "So... you're off to University soon?"

Jessica shook her head, feeling goosebumps run through her from the feather light touch of those stroking fingers. "No, I'm looking for a job."

Alison's fingers stiffened for a second. "Really? What sort of job? Maybe I could help?"

"I doubt it," the teenager laughed, ruffling her short blonde hair. "Your son is too old to need a nanny."

Alison joined in the laughter. "Well, I'm absolutely sure he'd be interested in meeting you. But at the moment he seems to be engrossed in chatting up your mother."

Jessica's face twisted in surprise as she followed the older woman's eyes. God, he was, too. The two of them were giggling together about something. Jessica was happy to see her mother smile, but thank goodness her father was a couple of hundred miles away. 

She giggled to herself. When she'd suggested her mother let her hair down, she hadn't meant with donkey-dick.

"But listen, dear," Alison continued. "It does so happen that I know of someone who needs a nanny. Natalie Walker. Do you know her?"

The teenager shook her head.

"She lives nearby in Virginia Water. Works for Cooper's law firm. I'm sure she's here somewhere tonight. In fact, that was her husband you were flirting with just now..."

"I wasn't—"

Alison ignored her protest. "She's got three young children and wants someone to live in. Would that be a problem?"

Jessica's deep brown eyes lit up. Leaving her mother to her dad's mood swings wasn't the best idea, but she just had to get away from the horrible atmosphere in her house. "No, that wouldn't be a problem at all," she said quickly. "That would be fantastic!"

"Then I'll introduce you later in the evening," Alison murmured, taking the young blonde's elbow and guiding her across the room towards the blaring sounds of Motown coming from the next room. "As a reward, how about dancing with me? Don't you just love Marvin Gaye?" 

Jess nodded, wondering who the fuck Marvin Gaye was. The room allocated for dancing was dimly lit and though she'd never been a shrinking violet, that somehow made her feel more comfortable. 

They danced a foot or so apart, in keeping with the others in the room. For a while, her mind was filled with the possibilities of becoming a nanny. Talk about fate. As soon as they'd finished dancing, she'd try and find this Natalie Walker. She leant in to say that to Alison, but it wasn't easy to make conversation against the blare of the music. 

When she began to step back, she realised that the woman's hand had snaked to her waist, pressing their bodies closer. Their stomachs, thighs and breasts all slowly rubbed against each other, ostensibly as if they were still dancing to the music. Jess knew better.

Alison had taken advantage, was making the first move. And the way she swayed her slim body against Jess brought the goosebumps back again. 

The older woman leant even closer, breathing into the teenager's ear. She was murmuring something, though Jessica couldn't hear the words. Instead, she felt the overpowering heat of Alison's body and the way the sexy woman's wet mouth touched her ear, as if by accident.

Then the music died away for a few seconds as the tracks changed.

"Have you ever been with a woman?" the husky voice whispered.

The teenager nodded as she felt one of Alison's hands make its way onto her ass. She could feel the caressing fingers through the thin material of her short blue dress. Glancing around, it seemed dark enough for the movement to remain unobserved.

"That's good. What about watching sex?" the seductive older woman continued, her heavy breathing warm against the teenager's cheek. "Have you ever watched two people fucking?"

Jessica felt a thrill surge through her. Even with her friends, they didn't talk quite so openly as this. Have you ever watched two people fucking? She began to realise what it was about this woman that was so... mesmerising. Her breath caught in her throat. It was as if she was being seduced and there wasn't a thing she could do about it.

"George and I enjoy being watched," Alison continued, her teeth now nibbling on the young blonde's earlobe. "Maybe you'd like to join us sometime? What do you think?"

Jessica couldn't reply. Her legs suddenly felt weak. It wasn't just the words, it was the heat of the experienced woman's breath against her cheek. It was the way Alison's teeth pull down on her earlobe.




The Journey Ch. 01



Waves of pleasure radiated down to her already damp sex. 

She glanced around again. They'd be the talk of the place if anyone realised what was going on. But Alison had her close to a wall in the darkest part of the room. This woman knew exactly what she was up to.

"You'd like that," the older woman pressed. "Watching people fuck is one of the sexiest experiences a woman can have." 

Both hands were on Jessica's ass now, her fingers digging into the firm teenage cheeks. Jessica closed her eyes, allowing herself to be pulled closer. She could feel their pussies grind against one another. God, she was going to...

With the same suddenness with which their bodies had merged, Alison was pulling away. No, Jessica moaned inwardly. Don't stop. Not yet.

"C'mon," Alison murmured, taking her hand and leading the compliant girl across the dimly lit room to a door at the far side of the room. The time was right. The girl was ripe for plucking. 

There weren't many places where they'd be undisturbed, but she knew exactly where to take her...

***

Rodney wondered when it was that the party had taken off in a different direction to the one he'd anticipated. The early sight of Jessica Stewart had lifted his spirits and, in that sexy blue dress, it was easy to see why his friends regarded her as the hottest girl in the neighbourhood.

But before he'd been able to do much more than catch her eye, those idiot Lassiter brothers had closed in. Rodney had felt his protective instincts kick in, hating the idea of a girl like Jessica having anything to do with those two thugs, but apparently she could take care of herself. He began to make his way across but he was too late, an older bloke had joined her.

Spotting Jessica's mother looking uncomfortable and alone near the bar, he figured that this might be a good way of getting himself closer to the daughter. 

But it wasn't long before a second thought grew in his mind. He'd always had a thing for older women. Maybe this was his opportunity? After all, Amanda Stewart was an older version of her daughter. A little taller, she had curves in all the right places, sharing her daughter's same deep brown eyes and soft blonde hair, even though the mother wore hers longer. 

Introducing himself, they quickly got talking. She was a little shy at first but that was kind of sexy, too. He pushed back a dark, curly lock that had dropped over his right eye and gave the older woman his best sexy stare. Since the girls had begun to take an interest in him, his sexual confidence had grown. And from the way Mrs Stewart had begun to touch his arm as she spoke, he realised she was interested, too.

It was only when he'd seen his parents with Lou Coffin and Sandra that he'd even thought about the attractions of mature women. Before then, he'd only had eyes for girls of his own age. But Coffin's hot girlfriend must have been around Amanda's age, and now all he could think about was her doing the same thing to him that Sandra had done to his father.

"Where's your husband?" he pointedly asked as he sank another beer. He hated that bubbly stuff.

He smiled as a faint blush crept along her pale, freckled skin. Clearly the meaning behind the question had struck home. "In Manchester," she timidly answered, tucking a bit of golden hair behind her ear. 

"That's good," Rodney smiled.

Her blush deepened. God, what would her husband think if he could see her now, being hit on by a teenager? It was outrageous—the boy was only the same age as Jess! Yet she didn't care. Maybe it was the drinks talking, but she was actually enjoying herself. Jess had been right—she rarely did have the opportunity to let her hair down nowadays. 

Underneath the flirting, Rodney seemed like a nice young man and the way he was paying her attention made her feel attractive again. Nothing was going to happen, of course, but it was nice to feel young again, if only for an evening. 

Amanda swung her head back to him. "What's good?" she asked, realising she'd been lost in her thoughts for a few moments. His hand was resting lightly on her waist now. That felt good but she still glanced around to see if they were being watched. 

"That your husband's in Manchester."

She laughed nervously, running a hand through her wavy blonde hair. God, he really was coming on to her. Wait until she told Jess later. She knew of this boy's reputation... "Oh, yes. Well, out of sight..." she murmured, starting to glance down at his jeans but stopping herself and held out holding out her empty glass instead. "Get me another?"

Watching him run off, he reminded her of a young puppy anxious to please. The whole thing reminded her of high school, when she had boys at her beck and call. Then again, she sure felt like a giggling teenager rather than the thirty-eight year old woman. She'd have one more drink with him and then leave him to his own devices. He was very polite with her and while he might not appear too bright, that somehow just added to the young man's sex appeal. 

So did the thought of him having a massive cock. Did he really...?

When he returned, she noticed Jess chatting with Rodney's mother, Alison Brownlee. The two women were glancing over at her. Oh God, she didn't want any sort of attention. "Don't look now," she told her young admirer, their fingers making delicious contact as he passed her the glass. "I think your mum has her eye on us. Maybe we should—"

"Oh, she's fine," Rodney interrupted as he glanced at them, though his eyes were on Jessica rather than his mom. His manhood began to unfurl as the thought of doing both Amanda Stewart and her daughter suddenly occurred to him. Shit. These jeans were too tight...

"Want to dance?" he quickly asked, turning to the side so that he could try to unobtrusively adjust himself.

Amanda shook her head, feeling a surge of heat as she watched the teenager. There was definitely bigger bulge there than before. "No thanks," she stuttered, immediately averting her eyes. Dancing with that thing poking into her might be more than she could bear. "It's a long time since I've done that," she told him, searching for an excuse. "Roger's not one for dancing."

"I'm not Roger. And you're beautiful."

Despite the clumsy seduction line, she was taken aback, feeling her blush warm her cheeks. On a sudden impulse, she leant in to him and kissed the gawky teenager on the cheek, whispering, "Thank you." 

He seemed as surprised as she was. Instantly realising what she'd done, the blush deepened as her eyes swung around to seek out Rodney's mother again. Had she seen? Or had Jess, for that matter?

With a palpable sigh of relief, she saw the two women heading across the room towards the music. It looked like they were going to join the dancers. Her daughter always took her free spirit onto the dance floor and was quite uninhibited in her movements. Amanda wondered—not for the first time—where the girl got that? Not from her, certainly, and not from her father.

"I have a great idea," Rodney told her, his grip on her waist tightening. "Want to try it out?"

Amanda looked up at him. She felt butterflies in her stomach as she realised she wanted to kiss those full lips rather than his cheek. "What is it?" she nervously asked.

"Can't tell you," he confidently answered, pulling her a little closer into him. "But I'll show you. Are you up for it?"

She felt her heart begin to flutter. If she gave in to what she felt 'up for' then there'd be no living down the scandal. Her wide eyes looked into his again and she could only see trouble staring back at her. It was time to put a stop to all of this tomfoolery.

"Rodney—"

"Chicken?" he asked, reading the doubts on her face.

Amanda's eyes blinked at the childish accusation and then the two of them burst out in laughter. It broke the tension. "Okay, Rodney Brownlee," she decisively said, a surge of wicked acceptance running through her mind. "Lead on and do your worst..."

***

Natalie couldn't stop feeling sorry for herself. She wanted to call a taxi and go home, but the night was too young for that. She knew Bobby was just drunk, but his behaviour had to stop. She wouldn't be surprised if he hit on the wrong woman—some big shot's wife—and got himself thrown out before the night was over.

Her husband had a problem, and with all her energy focused on raising three children—two of them only a year old—she just didn't have time to baby another. Maybe with the nanny, things could be different?

"You look like you could use a dance." Dan Rogers' voice made her jump, but the chills that raced through her weren't fear. 

"Dan! You surprised me."

The fair-haired lawyer offered her that winning smile of his. It was too perfect. Too pretty boy for her... so why did she feel herself wilt a little in his presence?

"I do that, from time to time," he nodded, eyeing up and down her floor-length halter-dress made of creamy silk. Delicate lacework ran along its fringes and one tall, risqué slit rose up the front. "You look radiant."

She felt the back of her neck warm at the compliment and touched her dark hair. She'd had it done up for tonight's soiree, knowing how dramatic her slender, white neck could be at formal functions such as these.

"You clean up well yourself," she nodded. "A blonde James Bond."

He straightened his black bowtie and grinned. "So about that dance?"

He held his hand out. She knew she should have shaken her head, but found the thought irresistible. She let him guide her onto the floor of the main hall, which was now serving as a dance space. When they were in the centre of the crowd, Dan paused, turned to her, and bowed formally. Despite herself, Natalie giggled.

He held his hands before him like a maestro, demonstrating his strong dancing frame. The song changed to a fast tune from the Jackson 5. She stepped into his arms and off they went. It was like they'd been dance partners for years.

She was surprised to find him such a great dancer. She'd felt rusty at first, desperate to keep up. The lessons she'd taken back in Uni, outside of a few weddings, had received little use. But eventually her confidence increased as they floated and flitted across the room. For the faster songs, he led her through a Hustle, a fun club swing filled with spins and turns. For slower songs, he seamlessly transitioned into a Foxy that was so smooth and silky she had to wonder where he learned it. 

It was so romantic. People their age didn't dance like this anymore...

Marvin Gaye. Stevie Wonder. The Four Tops. With each song, she quickly forgot about her husband and let herself savour the dance. You make me feel like a natural woman... she sang along in her head when Aretha serenaded them.

Maybe it was because she was a little tipsy, or maybe it was because Dan was so damn good at dancing, but she found herself moving closer to him on the slower songs, and flirting with him on the faster spins. 

"When I get that feeling," Dan whispered along with Marvin Gaye, "I need... sexual healing."

"You don't stop, do you?" Natalie laughed, pulling back.

"Not until I get what I want," he smiled.

Natalie rolled her eyes. "You always get what you want?"

Dan held her gaze with his beautiful, confident blues. She felt its heat between her thighs. They were frozen in time as the world continued to weave and spin around them...

"Natalie! You're husband..." someone was shouting. The voice shattered the moment. She was standing close to Dan, too close, and stepped away abruptly as a flush ran up her neck.

"He's passed out in the middle of the reflecting pool." It was Bill Kenwright's voice, an amused smile turned up beneath his whiskery moustache. His plump face was as bright red as Natalie's, she was sure of, although his was just from the alcohol.

Great, she thought. At least he didn't get in a fight. "I better take care of this," she explained to Dan. "Bill, could you call a taxi for us?"

Before the senior partner could reply, Dan stepped in. "Nonsense, Nat. I'll get the two of you home."

The brunette hesitated. That wasn't a good idea... 

"Are you sure you can drive? I mean, are you sober?"

"Haven't had a drink in the past hour," he reassured, although she was pretty certain he was lying. 

Natalie looked at him warily before answering. "Okay, that's fine." She pushed made her way toward the back yard, where a crowd had formed at on the veranda. It seemed all had gathered to laugh at the drunken man as not a single one of them had moved to help him.

Removing her shoes and hoisting up her long evening gown, she waded in far enough to grab him by the arms. "Come on," she angrily whispered, shaking him a little. "Come on, time to get up."

Bobby mumbled a string of unintelligible words and began to stumble as she helped him from the water. She couldn't meet the eyes of her spectators, focusing only on getting him out of there as quickly as she could before he could embarrass her further.

Half-passed out and unable to stand on his own, it needed Dan's strong arms to practically carry him to the row of cars parked along the Cooper's long drive. The fair-haired lawyer's glossy black BMW chirped merrily as he unlocked it. 

"I'm sorry for the seats," Natalie apologized as they tossed her husband into the back.

Dan waved away her concern as they got into the car. "So... where do you live?"

***

Jessica's heart was pounding as she allowed the sexy older woman to lead her out of the room and up the long stairs. There was no doubt that Alison had taken control and that she was following. How different that was to all her experiences with boys of her age. It felt so incredibly sexy to be submitting to someone else like this!

Looking upward, she surveyed Rodney Brownlee's mother. The woman was a sexy siren, leading Jess to who knew what? Her skin was sun-darkened, yet covered in freckles. Her body was slender as a model's, yet her breasts were fuller and firmer than they had a right to be. And she exuded an aura of both youth and experience.

Jessica felt liquid heat rolling around her body...

The stairs led to a long landing, dominated by white, stark walls. The first door they came to on their left turned out to be a sumptuous bathroom. It was as large and ostentatious as the rest of the Cooper's house. As soon as they entered the room, the older woman had her pinned back against the white door. Her now familiar perfume filled the teenager's nostrils. 

"Want to kiss me?" Alison murmured, her sexy voice becoming huskier by the second. It was clear to Jessica that she had no intention of playing any more games. This was the real thing. 

When the teenager briefly hesitated, the older woman cupped her cheeks, a vivid look of arousal pouring from her piercing sapphire coloured eyes. "Go on, we both know you want to..."

It was as if she needed Jessica to make the first move. The teenager obliged maybe too eagerly as the heat consumed her body. She immediately closed the distance between their mouths and brought her lips towards Alison's. 

Just before they touched, the brunette tilted her head back for a second, keeping her smiling lips a fraction of an inch away. So that was it? She wanted Jessica's complete compliance? It sent a shockwave of desire through the teenager. She'd show this woman that a young girl could do!! 

Reaching out to hold Alison's head in place, Jessica jammed her mouth against that sexy mouth. She could taste the lip-gloss. Her nostrils flared as they filled with her cinnamon flavoured perfume. Her sigh of desire signalled her capitulation.

Satisfied that she had the young girl where she wanted, Alison's mouth devoured the teenager, her tongue licking the expanse of Jessica's mouth while their bodies pressed together in a perfect fit.

Jessica felt herself tremble. Boys didn't kiss like this... 

Not even Margo made her feel this hot.

She felt her back digging into the door behind her as Alison's wet mouth, flicking tongue and undulating body all made love to her.

"You are so fucking hot," the older woman whispered as she nibbled along the young blonde's chin and down the side of her neck. 

All that time of restraint, waiting for Jessica's eighteenth birthday while she watched the young girl grow into such a sexy beauty, was about to pay off. The girl was whimpering now as Alison attacked her most erogenous zones with her mouth, lips, tongue and fingers. She had intended taking the seduction gently, but Jessica's willing response and the surge of need throughout her own body blew that idea away.

She grinded her entire frame into the young blonde, every part touching. Jessica's responsive gasped fuelled her need. Moments like this, devouring her prey the first time, were like feasting on a banquet of lust.

The teenager's hands went around her neck, as if hanging on for dear life. But her body was responding to every grind. Alison continued to kiss the panting beauty. Breasts caressed breasts, thighs rubbed against thighs and their pussies had found each others...

Jessica groaned weakly. Alison knew the signs. Not long now. 

Her mouth renewed its pleasuring—tongue lapping and licking around the overheated teenager's lips, teeth and gums, sensuously bathing them with female saliva. Her hands were on the spaghetti straps of the blue dress, violently dragging one down and then the other. 

Jessica's nipples hardened further as the cold air hit them. Alison's talented mouth took advantage, greedily consuming one and then the other. The teenager's fingers locked behind her head.

The wavy haired seductress continued to suckle the child while she slipped a hand underneath the blue dress and onto Jessica's thong. In a brief second they'd worked their way down and inside, conquering the needy clit. Her wet and mischievous touch was perfect. 

The young blonde whimpered as her overheated body cried out its need. When two of Alison's stiffened fingers slid into her wet sex, her bucking hips humped back at the invaders, squeezing them tightly with her internal muscles as she homed in on the climax she so needed.

"Harder..." Jessica gasped.

She pumped her hips more forcefully on the experienced fingers. How many times had they done this? She didn't care. Alison was softer and yet more demanding than any teenage boy she'd ever been with. And even hotter than that little tease, Margo. 

"Want to cum, dear?" Alison's voice was thick and husky. 

The answer was more of a hiss. "Yessss..." 

With a triumphant smile of arousal, she set off the atom bomb with a deft flick across the girl's sensitive clit. Jessica's scream tore from the back of her throat. Her body trembled, bent, bowed and shuddered as the older woman used every piece of know-how to coax and second and then—fucking hell—third orgasm from the captivated young girl.

***

"This is your car?" Amanda hesitantly asked as Rodney pulled open the passenger door and allowed her to enter. She jumped as he hurriedly banged it closed behind her, and then hurried to the driver's side 

"Yeah," he grinned at her, sliding inside. "It might not be much, but it's good enough to get me to where I want to go."

"And to entertain your girlfriends?" she nervously asked, pushing a strand of loose blonde hair back behind her ear. She was sobering up by the second and realised this was definitely not a good idea.

The series of cars were parked either side of the long drive and Rodney's old banger was far enough away from the light of the house to give them the protection they both wanted. And with no one likely to leave the party for some time, she doubted that they'd be disturbed.

Even so... 

What the hell was she doing here, a married woman in the company of a hot and no doubt horny teenager? God, if they were discovered it would be the talk of the neighbourhood. Then Roger would find out and... and... 




The Journey Ch. 01



She shook her head as if to rid herself of the thought. The consequences weren't worth considering. "Look, this isn't a good idea," she breathlessly said, looking down at her hands and then turning to face the teenager. 

Rodney's lips stopped her words. They covered her mouth, his tongue finding hers, his fingers going for the buttons on the front of her dress.

"No," she tried to gasp. But her hands betrayed her, circling his neck. She gave in, returning kiss for kiss.

"Rodney," she gasped again as his lips found her neck. The horny boy took no notice. His hands continued their work, pulling the front of the black dress open. He made quick work of her black bra, ripping the cups upwards to free her tits.

"Oh God—" she grunted again, her fingers digging into his dark curly hair as he lowered his head and began to suck her already hard nipples. 

Amanda gasped and arched her back, forcing more of her breasts into his mouth. This was wrong, she knew, but she was powerless to do anything other than accept the wonderful pleasuring the teenage boy was giving her. Her breasts felt alive, her sex felt alive... she was alive...

The sound of his zip startled her. No, no, she couldn't allow that—not that. Her mind screamed out its objection but no words left her lips.

She had to stop him, she told herself. Stop him before he released his cock. But if she did allow herself just one glance, she reasoned, she wouldn't have to wonder if the rumours were true. She would be able to see for herself...

He pushed his trousers down his legs. She could sense it, even if she couldn't see it. He continued to suck on her nipples, sending pinpricks of arousal down between her thighs.

No... she couldn't! Maybe he'd even want her to touch him? Want her to stroke him for a while, feel what a hard teenager's cock was like? Would it be the same as Roger's? Perhaps she could just touch him—and then act like she was shocked and tell the boy to put himself away?

No one could blame her then... 

He pulled away from her breasts, his hand reaching up to stroke away the hair that had fallen around her eyes. His face was so full of lust that it frightened her. In that instant, Amanda knew that however aroused she was, she couldn't do this. This had to stop—and stop now!

But then she glanced down. Just one look before she told him to zip himself up. Oh fuck! OH FUCK! her mind screamed. He was huge!! Much bigger than she could ever have anticipated... than she'd ever seen. Wetness flooded between her thighs.

"Go on," he breathlessly told her, as if he was only too well aware of the power of his size. Teenage girls drooled over it. He knew Mrs. Stewart would, too.

"Rodney," she whimpered, her eyes remaining riveted on the Adonis-like specimen. She couldn't...

His hand slid onto hers and pulled it onto his cock. She didn't resist. Oh, God, he felt like an iron bar. He wasn't as veiny as Roger. And he was harder than anything she'd ever felt. In fact, he... it... was beautiful. 

Despite herself, she began to stroke the teenager. Her hand wouldn't quite reach around the throbbing tower, but she could feel the arousal building with each groan she elicited. Her thumb flicked across the head of his cock and then she slid her hand down to the root and back up again. 

He was immense.

Rodney leaned in and kissed her again as she masturbated him. "That feels so good..." he grunted into her mouth.

"It does?" the older woman breathlessly asked, her eyes gleaming. She pulled away from his lips, wanting to watch as she jerked the boy. A film had appeared across the head and she spread it across the crown with her thumb.

When Rodney grunted his approval, she felt another wet surge between her thighs. Maybe she could make him cum?

Then he changed the rules...

"I want to fuck you," he grunted, cupping and kneading her tits.

"No," she almost shouted, her eyes widening in shock. His words brought her to her senses and she let go of him. She held her hands up, as if surrendering. What the hell was she doing? 

"Hey," his soft voice soothed. "It's okay. Just don't stop. You do that so good, please don't stop." 

The words had worked with various teenage girls in his car but he hadn't expected to use them on a married woman. He'd thought she'd be more up for it than this...

"Please Mandy," he pleaded, taking her hand and pulling it back onto him again. Mandy, she giggled inside, despite her apprehension. No one had called her that in years. "Please..." he repeated, his voice sounding desperate.

Amanda flicked her tongue across her dry lips. She wanted to let go of him. She should button up her dress and get back to the party. Stop this nonsense. But when she looked at his size and felt his hardness... she couldn't.

"No more talk of fucking," she whispered in as stern a voice as she could muster, though the image of that cock inside her had somehow worked itself into her mind. It wouldn't be possible to accommodate him, would it? And if she could, how would it feel...

"Mandy," he whimpered as she established a rhythm that felt pretty much damn perfect.

"Hmmm?" Her voice sounded as far away as her eyes looked.

"Is that good?"

The married woman nodded, glancing into his eyes for a moment before returning her attention to what she was doing. He was panting harder now. What would she do when he came? She'd have to make sure she didn't get any on her dress. Maybe she could...

No, no—that would be sooo wicked!

"Mandy," he whimpered again. "I need you to do something."

Her flashing eyes hit his again. God, how wonderful would it be to have this monster inside her. But she couldn't. Not that. She was married...

"No, Rodney," she reluctantly told him. "We can't—"

"I know," he quickly answered. "But if we can't, would you suck me then?" His soft voice was pleading. "Please, Mandy..."

***

"Thanks for tonight," Natalie said, suddenly feeling bashful now that they'd tucked Bobby away in his room and the babysitter had left. They were in the kitchen, hydrating on a couple glasses of water. Neither had changed, although Dan's bowtie was untied and her silken dress was ragged and wet around the ends.

Dan took a long pull at his glass, emptying it. He wiped his mouth on his cuff—wet and dirty like her dress—and said, "That's all I get, a thanks?" 

Grinning like the fool he was, Natalie couldn't tell if he was serious or not. Then again, she'd been having trouble reading him all night. Whenever he opened his mouth, he was the Dan Walker she knew—a little sleazy, a little too confident for his own good, the kind of guy she hated—yet his actions suggested he was a man she could like.

"What were you expecting?" she asked, playing along despite the danger. Her heart was all of a sudden in her throat. Only the kitchen island separated the two of them, and at the question Dan slowly began to walk round it. 

Unconsciously, Natalie took a step back, feeling the cool surface of the counter behind her.

"Well," he said hypnotically, stepping closer than she was comfortable with, "a kiss would be a nice start."

"Dan..." she said faintly, turning her head away and down. She clutched the counter edges behind her. Bracing herself.

"Natalie," he mimicked, reaching up and cradling his face in hers. His hands were soft. Different than Bobby's working man's hands. She felt his body push against hers, softly pinning her in place. If Bobby saw her now...

But he couldn't.

She glanced up at him timidly, as though hoping this was all just a hallucination. When their eyes met, her willpower shattered. She watched his lips descend through her heavily lidded eyes. His were closed. His mouth touched hers, still wet from their glasses of water. And when she was sure this vision wasn't going to evaporate, she let her own eyes shut... and yielded.

His kiss was as super-charged as she'd remembered. He took control, but it was so different to Bobby's aggression. He teased her lips open with his tongue and challenged her own to a dual. They sucked, lapped, licked and danced. 

Dan stepped closer. She angled her head higher. Even in heels, she had to stretch to meet his six foot frame. She felt a hand on her breast, squeezing, and when she didn't protest, she felt it slide lower.

"Dan..." she gasped when his lips left hers, dropping to her bare neck. His hand followed the gentle swell of her hip and then found the high slit up the front of her dress. "Dan..." 

If she meant to use his name in protest, it wasn't coming out correctly and he certainly wasn't reading it that way. His fingers travelled along the inside of her thigh, tracing over the lacy tops of her stockings before finding her taut skin. 

"Ahh..." she gasped, stiffening as his hand brushed across the front of her panties.

"Very nice, Natalie," he sexily whispered, nuzzling the fine tie that held her haltered dress in place. "You're very wet..."

She knew things had already gone too far. She knew that line had been crossed. And she knew she could still stop it from going further. But she didn't. She wanted this. Fuck Bobby and his drinking. Fuck him for humiliating her—not just tonight, but every night for months. Years!

Releasing her steadying grip on the counter behind her, she let her hands wander swiftly along Dan's strong torso, raking both sets of fingers through his blonde hair. Pulling him away from her neck, her mouth crashed against his in a volcanic kiss.

"Gah!" she groaned against his lips as his fingers pushed her thong to the side and found her soft furrow. When she recovered, she kissed him with renewed passion as her body burned. He buried two fingers into her while his thumb went to work on her swollen clit.

She found herself kissing him just to stay quiet, not trusting her moans in the dead of night. Dan caressed her back with his free hand, stopping at the clasp that held the dress in check. "Undo this," he ordered breathily, resting his forehead on hers.

"I can't," she whimpered, for some unknown reason attempting to find the will to resist. Was it that while she would let him take her... she couldn't, wouldn't help?

"You can," he softly told her, taking hold of her hand and pulling it to the halter. Hand on hand, fingers on fingers, they released it. 

Dan stepped back enough to watch the creamy dress fall away, leaving her naked but for her strapless bra and a matching thong. Then his hands were sneaking around her body and unclasping the bra. Natalie caught the cups before it fell away, keeping her breasts covered with her forearm as her heart threatened to explode.

"Let me see them," he whispered.

She shook her head, her chest rising and falling with the excitement she felt.

"Yes," he hissed, stepping forward once again.

"Uh," she clucked, pressing her palm flat on his chest. It bared one of her round, tanned breasts and his eyes feasted. 

Her heart beat faster. Slowly, teasingly, her other hand pulled the bra away and allowed it to drop to the floor. Both her perky breasts were exposed to his gaze. The dark nipples that sat so beautifully high were rock hard.

Neither spoke as Dan took control of her hand on his chest, guiding it down to the seat of his pants. Her eyes betrayed her need as she felt him throbbing under her fingers... 

***

"You're everything that I imagined," Alison seductively purred in Jessica's ear, helping the still recovering teenager to a cushioned wicker chair in the far corner of the bathroom. "Was it good, dear?"

"Wonderful," the breathless teenager grunted, wondering why her new lover's hands were back under her blue dress and pulling her black thong down and off her legs. "What..."

"You don't think we're finished?" Alison asked, those glinting sapphire eyes sending waves of lust that drove into the young girl's sexual soul. It was a look she'd remember for years to come.

Sinking to her knees, the older woman snaked one hand upwards to cover one of those wonderful breasts while the other roughly pushed the girl's legs apart. With a bob of her head, Kathleen Turner stared at Jessica Simpson's wonderfully smooth sex. 

Alison had never had someone fully shaved before. Girls these days...

This hadn't been in her plan. That had been to make the hot little bitch cum and then leave her wanting more. But she'd misjudged Jessica. This chase was over before the rabbit got out of the yard. And now the girl looked down at her with those large bedroom browns, wanting more.

Alison purred. How often did you get to taste a sexy teenage beauty like this?

She nuzzled her nose against the teenage clit, stimulating it as she brushed her lips across Jessica's wet folds. Skin so soft should be illegal. When her tongue attacked the slippery bud, the young blonde's body jerked. Alison's sweet tongue lapped up and down, revelling at the youthful perfection of this girl's pussy. 

The fingers on Jessica's breast found her nipple, pinching softly as her mouth savoured the teenage juices. Her captive squealed, her hands on Alison's head forcing the older woman's head harder against her hot pussy. Her hips bucked up into the pleasuring face. 

Alison moaned. Fuck, she tasted so good.

The teenager planted the soles of her feet on the fluffy white carpet as her ass lifted from the white stool. Hardening her tongue, Alison rammed it inside the hot blonde as her hands steadied the now undulating hips. Her head jerked back and forward like a piston as she tongue fucked Jessica to her fourth climax of their brief time together.

"Nghhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" Jessica's orgasmic scream built, peaked, and then died away into the empty air. It was impossible to stifle, let alone control her shuddering body as the ferocious tide overwhelmed it. Her juices flowed into the sucking mouth like a creamy river. This was way beyond anything she'd ever experienced.

Sex with Margo would seem tame after this...

As the hazy bliss began to clear in front of her eyes, she realised that Alison was sitting up on her knees, her piercing eyes boring into hers. They stayed that way for a few seconds, an unspoken communication passing between them. Both understood.

"Well?" the older woman asked.

"Yes," the teenager answered.

"You're sure?" Alison checked. She hadn't expected this part to happen so quickly. A free spirit...

"I want it," Jessica firmly responded, pushing forward so that Alison slowly sank back into the fluffy white carpet. She'd show the older woman just how the girls did it these days. But any thoughts the teenager had about being in charge were quickly dispelled. Her lover wasn't willing to relinquish control. This was her scene...

"We do it my way," Alison told her, dragging her panties down from underneath her thigh length black dress and throwing them across the room. "Lie down," she commanded, slithering to her knees.

Jessica felt her breath catch as she slid into position. She wasn't quite sure what her lover had in mind but whatever it was—she wanted it.

With a tantalising slowness that made the teenage girl want to scream, Alison pulled her dress to her waist, allowing Jessica to feast on her treasure. Although the soft blonde-brown down guarded her entrance, it was clear to see the glistening lips that were already wet with arousal. 

One hand slowly slid down to Jessica's head and wrapped itself around the back of her neck as she slid her body over the teenager. Giving a lustful snarl, she pulled Jessica's head up and into her wetness.

The first lap across her wet sex brought a throaty growl from the older woman. "Fuck yes," she grunted, allowing her dress to fall and cover the young girl's head. The cover added to her pleasure. Now it was all about feeling, not watching. Leaning forward, she rested her palms either side of the prone body as she began to rub herself along the willing face.

Alison groaned again as the teenager's mouth sought out her slippery clitoris. Jessica's mouth quickly had her purring like a cat. Her hands gripped into the carpet as the moment began to overtake her. All the pent up lust was ready to pour out. It wasn't only the pleasuring tongue, of course. It was the thought of more to come...

Her grip on the carpet tightened, her fingernails digging into the fluffy material. Then one hand tore itself away to drag her dress up to her waist. She wanted to see the hot little woman as she pleasured her. Only the teenager's sweat covered hair and brown eyes were visible and Alison raised herself slightly until she could see that sexy little tongue at work. 

The sight instantly took her towards the edge. 

The dam was about to explode and there was no holding back. Adjusting position, she began to jerk down faster. In an instant, the mood had changed. Jessica's tongue was no longer pleasuring her... she was using the teen's face to fuck herself. She began to pant with each downward thrust of her hips—an animal seeking out her own pleasure. 

Her hips worked faster. The orgasm grew. 

From beneath her she could hear Jessica grunting... and then the sexy little bitch found a way to grip her hips tighter and force her tongue inside her juicy sex. 

The dam burst...

***

Suck him? Amanda Stewart hesitated. She shouldn't, she couldn't. But when his hands on her hair began to push her head downwards, she didn't resist.

Hearing his groan as her soft pink lips slowly devoured the crown was almost inspirational. She twisted her head and kept her gleaming eyes on his, her body throbbing at the thought of what she was doing. At the captivated look on his face. Okay, there would have been a few teenage girls who'd done this. Now she'd show him what a real woman could do.

Fear flickered through her mind at the thought of Roger ever finding out, but that was quickly overridden. This was too wicked not to do. Too defiant. Tonight was a one-off and such a mind boggling opportunity might never present itself again.

She had to be careful not to choke on the monster. She pressed down on his hips, stopping the grunting teenager from fucking upwards. It gave her the control to attack his shaft the way she wanted and for a while she alternated between licking up and down his length, sucking on his crown and taking as much of his shaft into her mouth as she could. His groans were the most gratifying sounds she'd heard in a long time. 

He was groaning because of her! She was doing this...

Then he was pushing his butt up from the seat, so that his fully-laden balls drew up against her chin. Oh no, she thought. Please don't cum. Not yet!

Amanda slid her mouth away from him, watching his cock twitch and recover. "Not yet, Rodney," she whispered, unable to believe she was saying this. A few minutes ago she'd wanted out of there. Now, she wanted the young boy to realise she was the best cocksucker in the neighbourhood. "I want this to last," she insisted. "Understand?"

He nodded and slid his hands across to cup one of her naked breasts as she returned to work. She moaned as his thumb flicked her nipple, biting her lip as she allowed him to caress her breasts. It sent such sensations coursing down to her damp sex that if he didn't stop she might have to fuck him after all...

Pushing his hand away, her mouth engulfed his cock again. This was her time and she didn't want any distractions. He could play with her tits later, her mind giggled to itself, as long as he allowed her to bring him off.

She pleasured him gently for a few minutes, savouring the iron hard tower with each lick, lap and suck of her mouth. Then she needed more. Without warning, she sucked hard and fast, her blonde hair bouncing around her bobbing face. Both her hands corkscrewed around his shaft as she sucked, working his saliva into the throbbing flesh. She wanted to take him on the verge again. Was desperate for it.




The Journey Ch. 01



Rodney's hands made a mess of her hair. In the back of her mind, she wondered if that would be a problem when she returned to the party? What if someone knew? What if Jessica knew?!

But she'd gone too far to stop herself. It was a long time since she'd experienced such feelings and her whole body was overcome with lust. Somehow she'd gone from reluctant participant to willing predator. Maybe she should drink more often?

Saliva dripped from her mouth and she spread it around his hardness with her tongue and her hands. He was panting harder now—she'd better be careful. When he groaned and bucked his hips, it was time to pull away again. Rodney's hands on her hair tried to keep her there but she needed more of his immense tower before she was ready to let him cum.

Just a little more...

Waiting until he calmed, her right hand corkscrewed around his thick girth as her hungry lips descended. Instantly, a warm spurt of musky fluid filled her mouth. It took a few seconds to realise it was precum and she let out a satisfied moan as she savoured its salty flavour. 

"You taste good," she murmured, a trail of whitish fluid dangling from her soft lips. Catching it with her tongue, she licked her lips as she swallowed it inside her mouth.

Rodney's fingers tightened in her hair. "Fucking sexy..."

Amanda smiled at his reaction. She felt wanton, wicked. It was nearly time. They might be missed at the party but more than that, her heaving body couldn't wait any longer. The thought of him spurting inside her mouth made her feel dizzy. If she touched herself, she'd cum... 

She jammed her head downwards and took the throbbing shaft as far into her throat as she could. His hands gripped her hair more tightly. She began to bob her mouth on him, suppressing her need to gag. She massaged her crown with her throat as she jerked the base with a stiff hand. He groaned. She bobbed faster, feeling his hips rise to meet her.

"Yes... oh fuck... Mandy..."

His back arched deeply, but she stayed with him. She deserved this. He grunted, she moaned. He thrust, she pumped down...

When his hands pulled her tighter against his groin, she knew what to expect. Even so, the orgasm that hit her as the first blast hit her throat shocked her. Her body convulsed as a second burst let loose, and then a third. It was as if her body was sharing the orgasm with him.

"Oh God... oh fuck... oh shit... yesssssss." He rose up off the bucket seat, like a man on an electric chair. Muscles strained in his neck. He grunted through clenched teeth.

The sexy mother kept her mouth on him, as if his cock was a prize she'd never return. Even when he'd finished spending, she refused to let him go, her lips licking around the head like a cat cleaning its paws.

The encounter had exceeded anything she'd enjoyed with Roger—or with any of her previous boyfriends, come to that. Had it really taken her nearly forty years to experience something like this? Whether that was because he was a teenager, or she was married, or simply the illicitness of their liaison, she had no idea. 

But one thing was for sure, she could never do anything like this again.

***

"Dan..." Natalie whimpered. She didn't pull her hand away. Instead, she found them slowly stroking his cock through his tuxedo trousers.

Again, there was that cocky grin. "Natalie," he acknowledged with a nod.

"You wanker," she admonished, rolling her eyes. She knew she'd surrendered, that there was no turning back. He knew he had her, too. He just didn't need to be so smug about it.

"That's me," he smiled, sliding up against her once again. "A wanker." 

Once again, they were kissing. Only this time, when his hands travelled her lean body, she had little in the way of protection. He groped her tits and squeezed the buttocks she'd worked so hard to firm up.

His kisses travelled down her neck again, going further. He ran his tongue along her collarbone and out the slope of her right breast. "No tan," he noticed approvingly before swallowing one of her dark brown nipples whole.

"I tan... in the nude..." she murmured, leaning into the counter once again for support. 

His mouth released her breast with a loud pop. "You're fucking sexy, Nat." He glanced over his shoulder, to the kitchen island behind him. "Tell me you want me."

"I... I... can't..."

"Tell me," he repeated, stroking her wetness through her thong again.

"I... want you..."

"You want me to fuck you. Tell me..."

She shook her head, her hair tickling his skin as she dropped it onto his chest.

His fingers slid under the thong, teasing her clit, toying with her opening. Natalie let out a gasp.

"Tell me," he insisted.

Her head suddenly jerked upwards as she opened her legs wider, wanting those fingers inside her. And it wasn't just the fingers...

"Fuck me, Dan," she succumbed, her deep brown eyes steaming with passion as she jammed down his zip and manoeuvred her hand inside the opening. When she found his hard cock she squeezed him. "Fuck me now..."

He glanced around and then back at the kitchen island behind him. "Have you ever fucked on that?"

The brunette shivered. "Never."

He kissed her again, harder, taking control. "Or should I say, have you ever been fucked on that..."

When he stepped away and unhooked his tuxedo trousers, a flood of emotion swept over her. Suddenly, the reality of what she was doing overwhelmed her. It wasn't going to stop her—how could it when her body was practically burning with desire? The tented cock in his boxers was beckoning her. But there was one thing...

"Dan, you need to promise me something," she mumbled, stopping him before he could push his trousers all the way off. "This is a one off, Okay? And no office gossip."

"I don't know if I can make that kind of promise," he came back playfully, trying to push his trousers down again. "Well, maybe the no gossip part..."

"Dan," she spat, tightly holding his hands. "You and me, we're going to be working together again, and I can't have this fucking that up." 

"Natalie, baby, you're hot. I'm hot. Why suddenly all the rules?"

"Just tell me this is a one-off," she insisted. "It's the only way you're going to fuck me." Letting go of his hands, she reached down and stroked along his cotton covered cock before letting go. "Believe me, Dan, it's the only way we're going to do this..."

"Okay, Natalie," he grunted, grabbing her hand and pulling it back to the outline of his erection. "It's a one-off."

"Promise?"

"Yes! Fuck! Come on! Please..."

She rolled her eyes at his agreement, and at the longing in his eyes. And yet she needed this more than he did. Her pussy was still soaking from the way he'd fingered her and she couldn't wait any longer. Without another word, she yanked his trousers down his hips, boxers and all.

His cock sprang free, a thing of beauty. Long yet slender, it fit Dan perfectly. He'd even trimmed the light brown curls at its base, and shaved his balls completely. Her hand cradled the stiff flesh.

Reaching out, he dragged her around and positioned her against the island counter, arms outstretched and legs shoulder width apart like she was about to be frisked. He'd kept her thong intact on purpose, getting off on the idea that neither of them was completely naked. He still wore his tuxedo shirt; she still had on her heels, stockings, and panties.

Stepping up behind her, he pushed the thong to one side and placed his hardness against her soft opening. "This," he intoned with a hiss in her ear, "is what I've been dreaming about."

With a collective grunt, he pushed forward and his cock sank easily into Natalie's tight but very wet velvet channel. 

Natalie grunted at the entry. His cock felt sublime. So wrong yet so amazingly erotic. When she pumped her hips back she came instantly, crumpling forward onto the countertop as her vision dimmed as if the lights had been switched off.

But Dan was just starting and it didn't take long for the fair-haired lawyer to hit his stride. When her senses returned, when Natalie realized that it was the cock of a man other than her husband sliding in and out of her cunt, she nearly lost it again.  

Pleasure seeped from her. She grinded her hips back with each wet thrust, listening to the sound of their flesh slap against one another, wanting to feel more. 

Feel him deeper.

She felt his sweat dampened shirt brush along her backside. Then his hands were on her tits. Mauling the pliant flesh. Twisting her oh-so-sensitive nipples. She bowed her back, wanting to give him more. More. MORE! More tits. More ass. More pussy. 

He took it. Devoured it. Devoured her. He humped her harder and faster. His balls swung between her legs, brushing her clit that was just barely exposed by the thong.

"Don't cum yet," she ordered, feeling herself on the edge yet again.

"I'm close." His voice was croaky. Dry.

"Shit," she hissed, knowing she needed to stop this but wanting to get off before he came inside her. Before he filled her. "Ngh! Ngh!" she cried, jamming herself back against his pounding hips.

"Nat... baby..." he groaned.

Godfuckingdamnit! Her mind screamed. Somehow, she pushed him off of her before he came. She spun quickly, dropping to her knees. The first rope of pearly white cum caught her across the bridge of her nose but she greedily took the second and third in her hungry mouth.

Jamming her fingers into her thong, she took herself that last inch as she tasted, swallowed, devoured Dan's seed. She climaxed instantly in another red mist of delirium but kept her lips on him. Even when he was spent, she stroked his juice-bathed length with her mouth, feeling him eventually grow soft.

In the morning, she was going to regret this. She knew that. But right then and there, she was sexually satisfied for the first time in as long as she could remember.

Two Days Later

"So how do I look?" Jessica asked, standing in the kitchen and posing for her mother. Today was her big interview with Natalie Walker and she wanted to look her best. She'd chosen a modest length sundress—bright yellow with large, white flowers printed across it.

"Like someone about to get her first real job," her mother smiled as she finished putting the last of the dishes away. "Although maybe you should try some shorter heels?"

The teenager looked down at her feet, where she'd chosen some white sandals that gave her at least three inches. "But mom, I'm so short without them! And I need to come off as an adult."

Amanda Walker crossed the room and touched her daughter's upper arms affectionately. The sundress left the pale, freckled skin bare, although the halter around her neck was modest enough for Sunday Mass. "Just be yourself, Jess, and you'll do fine."

"But in flats, all they'll see is a kid..."

Amanda laughed. "I don't think I tell you this enough, but I'm proud of you, Jess. I love you, and anyone who can't see that doesn't deserve you working with their kids, anyway."

The young blonde was heartened by the praise. She felt closer to her mother than she had in years—her relationship with both parents hadn't always been the best—and it made it harder for her to think about moving out. "Thanks, mom," she said, pulling her into a bear hug and suppressing the tears forming in her eyes.

"Oh, I forgot to mention," Amanda said when the moment had passed. "I'll be out late tonight..."

Something about the way her mother said it didn't sit right with the teenager. Her sixth sense was going off. "Wait, you're going out again?" This was out of character for her mother, especially as it had been difficult enough convincing her to attend the Cooper's Diamond Wedding party.

"Uh... yes," Amanda hesitantly answered. She knew it was a mistake, and she'd been adamant she wasn't going to see Rodney again. They may have gotten away with their liaison at the party, but anything beyond that could be disastrous. If her husband ever found out, he'd kill her.

Rodney had asked three times and she'd refused every time. It was only when he'd said he had something to tell her that she'd finally yielded—for a quick drink, she'd told him. And somewhere where we won't be seen.

Since agreeing, of course, she'd thought of nothing else. But then she had constantly recalled their encounter throughout the last couple of days. Part of her wanted to see the boy again. Part of her wanted to see his part. The recollection of that cock in her mouth made her weak at the knees. 

She looked up to see Jessica leaning back against the counter, hands crossed over her chest. "What?" she asked defensively.

"I don't know," her daughter suspiciously answered, raising her blonde eyebrows. "You tell me."

"Jess," she hesitantly answered, refusing to meet the knowing eyes that were boring into her. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Look mom, it's okay with me. You rarely go out when dad's at home and never when he's away. Not since Barry Levinson. So something's unusual, wouldn't you say? But if you prefer to keep it to yourself, that's fine with me."

Amanda turned to busy herself with some fruit on the kitchen counter. But arranging and rearranging bananas, apples and oranges in the large bowl only provided temporary respite. "Look, it's nothing," she hurriedly said, clumsily dropping an apple on the floor and bending down to retrieve it. "I just promised someone I'd meet them for a drink."

Jessica's antennae went up. "Someone?"

"Yes. Just someone I met at the party."

"MOTHER!" 

Amanda felt the blush hit her whole body and slowly turned around to finally meet her daughter's gaze. The perceptive young girl was staring at her, hands on her hips, shock written all over her face. 

"What?" she nervously asked, attempting to brazen it out.

"It's a man."

Amanda leant against her side of the counter. She wasn't sure her legs would have held her up otherwise.

"Of course not," she mumbled. It was true after all—Rodney was still a boy. "I'm married for God's sake."

Jessica's eyes narrowed as her mind filtered through the possibilities. When it clicked, her eyes widened. "Rodney!"

Amanda's heart sank as her body caught fire. Her head felt hat lick around it. The shame at being caught by her own daughter was so strong she could hear it like the hum of high-powered electrical lines. She'd have to call Rodney and cancel the drink—yet just thinking about that conversation flooded her with regret for what could have been.

"Go on, admit it," Jessica continued with a grin that split her face. "It's Rodney Brownlee, isn't it? Please tell me it's Rodney Brownlee!"

Amanda's legs began to tremble. She pressed them together, attempting to stop them from shaking so much. She felt so dizzy. "Please tell you...??"

"Heck yes, mom," Jessica laughed, hurrying across the space and giving her mother a hug. "I keep telling you to let your hair down. Who better to let it down with than donkey-dick?"

"Donkey-dick?" Confused by the turn of events, Amanda felt herself reeling.

"Heck, yes, that's the rumour. From what I understand, he's built like a porn star. Get him to show you..."

The married woman felt her heart sink at the same time her sex began to tingle. What sort of situation was she getting into here? All of a sudden she wanted to confess everything but... how could she?

"I saw the two of you getting close at the party and didn't think anything about it," Jessica continued, keeping hold of her mother's elbows as her eyes danced with amusement. "How about that—my mother and donkey-dick..."

"That's enough," Amanda rapped, moving away from her daughter but making sure she continued to hold onto the black granite counter for support. "I'm seeing a friend—a female friend—that's all," she unconvincingly lied. "Heaven's Jess, what would your father say?"

The teenager's face instantly hardened. "I know exactly what he'd say. And what he'd do. That's why you should go for it mom. You only live once and you have no fun married to him. It'll serve the bastard right..."

***

Natalie recognized the latest girl to apply for the nanny position, although she looked quite different than she had at the party. Younger. Sweeter. Prettier?

She almost threw her out before the interview even started. This was the girl that had attracted Bobby to her like a bee—her hair may as well have been as sweet as it was honey blonde. The only thing that stopped her was the sheer volume of praise young Jessica Walker garnered. Natalie had done her home work, and the teenager wasn't just beloved by the Cooper children.

"I love your home," Jessica complimented as Natalie led her into the front sitting room. The teenager took it all in with intelligent, brown eyes, clutching her purse before her like a shield. Was she nervous?

"Thank you," Natalie accepted, warming a little.

"Someday I'd like a place like this. Maybe you can give me decorating tips?" The girl's tone wasn't that of someone sucking up. Natalie didn't feel manipulated. The blonde was simply making an observation—stating something genuine.

"Well, do as much as you can before you have kids, that's for sure. I've barely had time to pick up after them, much less choose new curtains to match the upholstery." Natalie laughed, thinking about the last three years of her life, and how consumed she'd been with her kids.

"But then you get to match their outfits with one another!" Jessica smiled, taking a seat at the edge of the sofa. She was relaxing now, finding her comfort zone. "And buy them little trainers with teddy bears on them. And little beds that look like race cars..." Jessica's entire body radiated with excitement—not for herself, but for the children she looked after.

Natalie knew, right then, that this was the girl she was looking for. She'd been hesitant to leave her kids with anyone for longer than a handful of hours. No matter how qualified they were, the young lawyer had been able to dismantle them in the interview. To find the flaw that always proved fatal.

But this girl was different. She had an exuberance that the others did not. To Jessica, this wasn't just a job; this was a life choice. And Natalie knew that whatever she lacked for in experience she'd make up for in every other way.

"So, would you like to meet the children?" Natalie smiled.

***

"Where are we going?" Amanda anxiously asked, shuffling uneasily in the passenger seat. She glanced out of the dirty window; darkness was closing in but it was still possible for them to be seen together. 

"The Red Lion in Crinkle Meadows," Rodney answered, shooting her a smile. "That's far enough out of the way, isn't it?"

She nodded, betraying her nervousness with each wring of her hands. She'd known all along that this wasn't a good idea.

"I'm glad you came," he said, pulling the battered car to a stop at a level crossing. 

Yanking on the handbrake, he leant over as if to kiss her. Amanda jerked back. "Don't," she snapped. "Or I'm out of here like a shot."

Rodney sent her a concerned half-smile. "I was only putting some music on," he explained, nodding at the in-car stereo beside her.

The blonde woman closed her eyes in frustration. Even the whistle from the passing train made her jump. Damn it! Her conversation with Jess was still on her mind. Did her daughter really know that she was sneaking out with Rodney? Did she really mean what she'd said? That's why you should go for it mom.

The words reverberated around her mind like a car on a circular track. Go for it... go for it... go for it...

"I'm sorry," she eventually said, covering her head with her hands as she blew out a huge sigh of exasperation. But when she felt Rodney's hand touch hers, she pulled away again, pushing back into her seat as if that was some kind of safe haven. 

Leaning against the window, she rested both hands on her lap. God, why had she worn such a loose skirt? And that sexy blouse? They were questions she didn't need to answer.




The Journey Ch. 01



What had been a warm sunny day when they had left for a day trip to the town had changed almost as soon as they arrived, the rain had begun within 30 minutes of them arriving in the seaside town, and they were ill equipped to spend any time in it as they both had no jackets, Alex wore only a thin shirt and his mother a knee length black skirt and a white shirt. 

They chose to find a pub and stay there till the rain eased, before continuing their day out, but unfortunately it didn't. And what had started out as finding some respite from the rain had turned into a day long drinking session. Their conversation had turned to Alex's lack of a girlfriend, he was 19 and his mother worried about him, he had only had one serious girlfriend, but they had split 3 years ago and Alex hadn't brought a girl home since.

Susan had been single a long time as well, ever since his father had left to live with a woman not much older than Alex, they didn't even hear from any more, his new wife was the jealous type and didn't want to share her new husband with his old family. Not that it mattered much, they both had each other, and that was enough for Susan.

Susan sat across from her son, staring at his face, his eyes were pointing downward, she followed his gaze and her eyes fell upon her cleavage. The button oh her shirt had come undone and her son was staring at her breasts, cupped by a white lace bra. her nipples were just visible through the thin lace material, and her sons eyes were transfixed on them.

Susan felt her face redden at displaying herself so openly to her son, but also she felt her pussy moisten at the thought that the man in front of her found her body good enough to stare at. She shifted in her seat, opening her legs slightly, tightening the lace thong across her pussy, forcing the small triangle of material to push hard against her clitoris.

His mother shifting in her seat brought her son to his senses, he sat back and looked up to her face, she was looking right at him, he had been caught staring at her breasts, and not a fleeting glimpse like he normally had, but a long drawn out stare. Now it was his turn to shift uneasily, his erection was pushing hard against his trousers, and was very uncomfortable. Alex went bright red, and clambered to his feet and made an excuse about going to the toilet, but all he succeeded in doing was revealing his erection to his mothers eyes, his rigid cock was only inches from her face as he slid past her to go to the toilet to adjust himself. Now it was his mothers turn to stare, she looked at the outline of his cock in awe as he slid past, she didn't move from her position, so as to make his passing her last a little longer.

Susan longed to reach out and touch his cock, it didn't matter to her that she was his mother, all that mattered at that moment in time was the fact that she desperately needed to feel a cock in her pussy, if it had to be her sons cock then so be it. She watched her son disappear from view, and looked around her, there was no one near their table, quickly she slid up her skirt and slipped a finger into her pussy, within seconds she was cumming, her pussy clamped tightly around her finger as she slipped it in and out of her pussy.

She gasped quietly as she came, aware she was in a public place, but she was too drunk to care that much. Susan slumped back in her chair, her orgasm was too quick to be satisfying and now she wanted to be fucked even more. She removed her fingers from her knickers and brought her glistening finger to her mouth and sucked her juices from it, just as her son walked around the corner. She smiled at him and slowly withdrew her finger from her mouth, maintaining eye contact with him as she did so. her eyes fell to his crotch, his erection still evident, but less so than before now he had moved it to point straight up his zip.

Alex told her they had better go, their train was due in a few minutes and if they didn't catch that one they would have to get a taxi home, something which they could ill afford.

The rain was still pouring down when they left the pub for the walk to the train train station, they tried to get a taxi to the station, but with the heavy rain, none were available and if they didn't leave now they would miss the last train home, luckily they didn't feel the cold water on their skin too much, due to their drunken state.

Susan began to run through the rain towards the train station, her son ran behind her, all the time his eyes were fixed on her ass moving under her skirt as she ran. For the precious few moments when they were running towards the station he stared at her ass and dreamt of it naked before his eyes. Finally they both reached the cover of the railway station, they hadn't missed their train, thankfully it was running a few minutes late. They stood together on the platform, water dripping from their faces onto their sopping wet clothes. Alex put his arm around his mother onto her hip and pulled her close, making the excuse of keeping each other warm as a reason to hold her. His mother sneezed, causing his hand to slip off her hip onto her ass, Alex gave it a gentle squeeze, his mother looked at him and smiled, then snuggled closer to him. 

Susan knew her son looked at her body, she would often catch him staring at her breasts, she put it down to him just being a man, after all, all men ever thought about was sex, but when she felt her son gently squeeze her ass she was more than a little happy, normally she would have moved away or moved his hand, but tonight she let him continue to touch her ass, enjoying the feel of his hands on her body, and the warmth which was growing in her pussy.

Finally their train pulled into the station, looking at the carriages as the train came to a halt Susan noticed the entire train was empty except for the driver. Susan sighed as she broke away from her sons grasp towards the train, feeling her son's hand slide down her ass onto the back of her thighs as she boarded the train. She crossed the carriage and sat in the seat opposite the door, Alex climbed aboard behind her and sat down next to her as the train doors closed behind them and the train pulled out of the station. Alex looked at his mothers reflection in the dark window across from him, her white shirt was soaked through, clinging tightly to her skin underneath. He stared intently at her breasts rising and falling she breathed, her lacy white bra underneath her shirt was almost translucent due to the rain, revealing faint the faint outlines of her pink nipples pushing hard against the fabric of her bra, the cold rain making them stand erect.

Alex's mother caught him staring at her breasts for the second time that night, but she was happy with him staring, she pulled her shoulders back, pushing her cleavage upwards to his eyes. Susan shivered and sat back in her seat, she leaned her head onto her sons shoulder to try to warm her cold body up, Alex placed his hand on her knee, his fingers falling onto the inside of her thigh, he gently tightened his grip and squeezed her knee. He was feeling less inhibited than he normally would be, most probably the alcohol the two of them had consumed over the course of the day. The fact he had been feeling her ass before they got on the train gave him some extra boldness and slowly he slid his hand up her thigh, wondering how far he could reach before she noticed. Slowly his hand inched it's way along her thigh, feeling the silk of her pantyhose under his grip. 

His hand continued to slip further up her thigh, now gently pushing her skirt upwards as he continued to slip his hand along her thigh. Susan was lying with her head on Alex's shoulder when she suddenly became aware of the slow steady progress her sons hand was making up her thigh. She smiled inwardly at his clumsy attempt to push the boundaries further than touching her ass, and for a moment she contemplated letting him go on to see how far he would slip his hand, but she suddenly remembered she was wearing stockings and a thin lace thong under her skirt, she quickly placed her hand onto his and stopped his progress and slipped his hand back to her knee. She turned her face to him, "not any further mister" she grinned.

Alex's face went red again, he had been put in his place. But his inhibitions were relaxed, and after waiting a few minutes he began slipping his hand up her thigh again, more slowly this time. Susan noticed his hand sliding up her thigh again straight away. But the alcohol was working on her as well and she was enjoying the feeling of his hand on her leg, she decided to let his hand go a little further along her thigh to teach him a lesson, but more importantly she let his hand slide up her thigh because she wanted him to.

Alex's hand pushed onwards until his hand was fully under her skirt, his fingers touched the lace of her stocking tops, when he felt the lace against his finger tips he was shocked, it hadn't occurred to him his mother was wearing stockings. His cock pushed his trousers up noticeably, Alex looked at his mothers face, her eyes were shut and she was breathing heavily. Susan shifted in her seat, her legs opening as she secretly wished for her sons hand to continue it's journey along her thigh.

Alex's hand moved off her stocking top onto the bare flesh of his mothers naked thigh, the sharp shock of her sons hand on her skin brought Susan suddenly to her senses and she grasped her sons hand stopping it from progressing any further, but she did not move it from it's position only inches from her pussy. Susan turned in her seat to look into her sons face, leaving her sons hand clamped to the inside of her thigh. She smiled at her son and opened her legs further, openly giving herself to him.

Alex looked into his mothers eyes and smiled, then leaned forward to kiss her, his lips pushing gently against hers. Susan kissed him back, at that moment in time she needed to feel wanted. Alex kissed her gently, feeling her moist lips against his, tasting her. Alex gently slipped his tongue over her lips, into her mouth, the tip of his tongue gently touching hers, Susan responded, slipping her tongue against her sons, the two of them gently probing each other.

Alex slipped his other hand up her body, feeling the wetness of her shirt on her skin as his hand gently cupped her breast, his fingers gently closed around it, cupping it. Alex squeezed her breast, feeling her hard nipple against the palm of his hand. He grasped the tip of her nipple between his finger tits and gently pulled on it, causing it to swell and push harder against the thin lace of her bra. Susan groaned into his mouth, her nipples were extremely sensitive and she loved her tits being touched.  

Alex moved his other hand along the remainder of her thigh up her skirt and onto her thong, cupping her pussy in his hand, he was amazed at how wet it was. He pushed his fingers against her, feeling the wetness of his mothers pussy behind the lace of her knickers. Susan groaned into his mouth, opened her legs further and slumped down in her seat forcing her pussy against his hand, forcing his finger tips into her pussy through her thong. Alex pulled his mothers lace thong aside and slipped his hand onto her pussy, feeling the hair matted with her juices. 

Susan reached out and slipped her hand onto the tent in her sons trousers which housed his cock, she ran her fingers along it's outline, feeling it's hardness through his trousers. She squeezed his cock tightly in her fingers before she grabbed frantically at his zip and pulled it down, slipping her hand into his trousers. Susan pulled her sons boxers aside and wrapped her finger around his engorged shaft, grasping his cock she pulled it free from his trousers, exposing it to the cool air of the train carriage. Susan pulled her sons hand from her pussy and stood up in front of him.

She stared into his eyes as he sat there and smiled wickedly, slowly she bent over him till he could feel her breath on his cock, Alex pushed his hips upwards, trying to get his cock in her mouth. Susan smiled and stood back up, she had other ideas. She stood upright and placed her palms onto her thighs, gently she slid them upwards, sliding her skirt up around her waist. revealing her tiny lace thong to him. Keeping eye contact with her son she slowly slid her thong down her thighs, slowly unveiling her pussy to his eyes, her thong slid down her legs and onto the floor, she stepped out of it and bent over to pick it up, and placed it in her sons shirt pocket for him to keep as a trophy.

Susan stood up again and slipped hand down her body onto her pussy, running her fingers through her thick hair onto her clit. She continued to maintain eye contact as her finger traced small circles over her clit. Her eyes slipped down her sons body and fixed themselves onto his hard cock. Susan moved forwards and slipped onto her sons lap, her knees either side of her sons legs, she reached down between the two of them and grasped his cock in her hand, pulling it towards her pussy till it's engorged head slipped along her pussy and the tick head of his cock slipped into her. Susan stared into her sons eyes as she slowly sunk down feeling his rock hard cock slip into her, she gasped loudly as his cock bottomed out, pushing her clit onto his pelvis feeling his balls against her ass.

Alex placed his hands on her sides and pulled her hips forward causing his cock to swirl inside her. Susan lifted herself up on her knees feeling her sons cock slip from her pussy until only the head of it was inside her, before she sunk back down again feeling her sons cock slip deep into her womb.

Susan leaned forward and kissed her son as she continued to fuck him with long slow strokes, "I'm almost cumming" she gasped. Her son began to push her shirt up desperate to expose her breasts to his eyes and to his hungry mouth. but as he did so the train lurched. Susan looked out the window and cursed loudly, the train was pulling into their station. She moved off her son, causing his cock to slip quickly from her pussy and slap against his trousers. She looked down at his cock shinning with the juices from her pussy in the dim light of the train, she smiled at her son before bending over and pulling his hard cock upwards towards her mouth before slipping it into her mouth and giving it a long slow suck.

Alex was heartbroken as his mother released his cock from her mouth and slipped it back into his trousers, before pulling her skirt down from her hips and walking towards the door as their train pulled up at the platform. Susan turned and looked over her shoulder at her sons sullen expression. She laughed loudly and told him to stand up, "you better move before you miss the station, after all, I don't want to have to go to bed alone". Alex smiled and stood up quickly and together the exited the train and walked quickly home.



The Journey Ch. 01



*Note, this story is not just erotica. It is the journey of a broken girl and the man who helps her. There will be more erotic things later in the story. There will be some BDSM events to the story. I hope you enjoy, comments are appreciated.*

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Katarina was finally meeting him. They had been talking online for a while now, and she had spilled many of her secret desires to him. He had told her that he was a Dom and could help her with those secret desires. She has told him that she is still a virgin, waiting for the right man to make her his. He acknowledged this and gave her instructions for when they would meet. Katarina dressed in a skirt and button down blouse and high heels then went to meet him. He was waiting for her at the entrance to the bar when she arrived. She knew it was him. He stood leaning casually against the wall, his shoulders broad and muscular and he was taller than she. He had a strong set jaw and short light brown hair. He smiled a tight lipped smile when she approached him and took hold of her arm possessively and led her inside. They exchanged small talk there for a while over drinks until he decided it was time to go. He led her out to his car and opened the passenger door for her, and then he drove her to an unknown club. He led her into the building and down into a dungeon like basement. Katarina became immediately frightened. She opened her mouth to speak to him but he shushed her harshly. 

"You will not speak unless I give you permission. You will not do anything unless I give you permission. Is that understood?"

"Yes but...."

"You will be silent!" He growled and seized her by the hair and pulled her over to an inclined table. "If you are allowed to speak you will address me as Sir. Do I make myself clear?"

Katarina fearfully nodded her head.

"Answer me!" He growled.

"Y-y-yes sir." Katarina stammered.

He pushed her against the inclined table and cinched a leather strap tightly around her waist. Then he bound her hands above her head with rough rope and then spread her legs apart and bound her ankles with the same rope to the table. He began to unbutton her blouse and she pleaded with him to stop.

"You know you want this slut." He growled.

Katarina felt as if she had been slapped because of that remark. He finished with her blouse and cupped her breasts roughly then seized her mouth. She whimpered against his mouth not in pleasure. His hands lifted up her skirt and sought out her sex.

"No please....." She begged.

He quickly pulled down her underwear and slipped one finger inside her. She cried out at the slight pain because she was not wet and had not had anyone touch her like that in a long time.

"I thought you wanted this." He growled dangerously in her ear. "I guess you want something else then."

He retrieved a crop and brandished it before her then blindfolded her.

"Please, please stop, I beg you." Katarina pleaded, crying now.

He ignored her and quickly shoved a large ball gag in her mouth brought the crop down on her thigh. She jumped and cried out around the gag straining against her bonds, the rope chafing against her skin. He continued to use the crop on her and she was now sobbing uncontrollably. He gave her a short reprieve and spoke to her.

"You're going to suck my cock and then I'm going to make that virgin cunt mine." He growled close to her ear and nibbled on her neck.

Katarina sobbed harder and couldn't say anything because of the uncomfortably large gag secured around her head. He brought the crop down on her again and it seemed to Katarina that this nightmare would never stop.

Suddenly the door crashed open. "Stop!" A deep male voice commanded. Blind and mute Katarina could do nothing but sob and sag wearily against her bonds as the torture stopped.

"Can't you see she can't handle this?!" The new man said angrily. "You will stop now and leave her alone never to touch her again. Do you understand?!"

"I understand." The man who had tortured her said angrily. "But she wanted this; I have been talking to her before this."

"She didn't want to be beaten and fucked senseless!" The new man yelled. "Get out of my sight!"

The door slammed shut and all Katarina could hear was deep breathing as the new man calmed himself. Katarina still sobbed and she flinched away as she heard the man approach her.

"Shhh." He whispered gently. "I'm not going to hurt you."

He gently cupped her face in his hands and eased the blindfold off. She blinked in the dim light that seemed bright to her and saw this new man standing before her. He was tall like the other one, similarly built but with a more gentle masculinity. His hair was a dark brown that matched dark brown eyes that looked at her with concern.

He ran a finger along the strap of the gag that secured it around her head. 

"This is much too large for your delicate mouth." He said gently, but she could hear the strained anger in his voice. "I'm going to take it off now, but don't speak. I know what you will say. You will beg and plead me not to hurt you and to please let you go. I am going to let you go and I will not hurt you, I promise. But you are hurt and weak. So don't speak, and let me do the talking."

He removed the gag and Katarina gasped in relief. He gently massaged her jaw muscles to sooth them then stroked her hair back from her face. "I'm going to untie you now, this will hurt and I am sorry."

The rope rubbed against her already raw skin as he worked the knots loose. When he finally had all her limbs completely unbound and the leather strap removed from her waist, her weakened legs gave way beneath her and he quickly caught her and sat on the floor with her. She was trembling all over and still sobbing. He held her close to him and she found herself clutching at him for comfort. He softly crooned comfortingly to her while buttoning her blouse and pulling her skirt back down to its right place.

"I am so very sorry for what was done to you." He said sadly and genuinely. "I knew what he is like and yet still let him meet you. I thought he would be different since he knew you were a delicate virgin. Do you hurt badly beyond what I can see?"

She worked her dry mouth to answer but he placed a finger on her lips and quickly fetched a glass of water and had her drink slowly. Then he let her answer.

Katarina hesitated, not sure how to answer. "Yes....a little." She said softly.

His frown deepened. "I will take you home and you will rest." He said and stood, taking her up into his arms and out to his car. He placed her gently in the passenger's seat, reclined the chair, and covered her with a blanket.

"How do you know where to take me?" She asked meekly as he started driving.

"Your driver's license." He said and tapped her purse which was next to him. She had forgotten about it and was relieved to see it. 

He pulled into her driveway and took her in his arms again and into her house. She wriggled a little in his arms and he gently set her on her feet. The moment she took back her own weight her knees buckled and he caught her before she fell. He carried her over to the couch and gently laid her down. He took her hands in his and examined her wrists and the welts on her thighs from the crop.

"I'm going to tend to these." He said and retrieved his bag from his car. He prepared everything in the kitchen. He got another glass of water and placed a very light sedative to dissolve in it. He had her drink first before tending to her. He gently rubbed ointment on the chafed skin from the rope then wrapped them. By this time Katarina was starting to feel the effects of the drug.

"What are you going to do when you're done?" She asked slowly, her words slurring a bit from the drug.

"I'm going to stay here until I know you're ok." He said gently and took her back in his arms protectively. "Sleep now. I promise no more harm will come to you."

"What's your name?" Katarina asked sleepily.

"My name is Brian. Now sleep lovely."

Katarina then fell into an exhausted sleep helped by the sedative. Brian gently set her down and set to removing her clothing to get to the welts made by the cruel crop. He winced when he saw them and was glad she was asleep for this part, welts were painful to take care of. He applied the ointment to them and bandaged the worst ones. Then he guiltily went to snoop in her bedroom to find comfortable clothes for her and dressed her. Then he lay down on the couch with her, positioning her so she was resting comfortably on top of him and covered them with a blanket. He held her and felt something deep in his heart stir for the abused girl. He felt that he didn't want to let her go. 



The Journey Ch. 01



Author's note: Slow buildup in the nature of a ticking time-bomb rather than a 'boom' of a landmine as soon as you tread on the story. I am a writer who's been reading stories on lit since I found it (8? 10 years ago?) as a horny young un and now I thought its time to give back as I received. While I am at it, I thank alwayswantedto, ahabscribe, lovecraft68 & all those wonderful writers who write on this site. 

The recognition that we writers seek will not be openly sought in this forum for obvious reasons, but do send in your feedback both good and bad. I roll well with the punches and learn from the hits on my nose. Part 2 of the story shall come regardless.

Blissful reading and reviewing! (Warning! This ist the only short sentence thee shall read in the tale.)

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Bobby glanced at the wall clock surreptitiously, his arm still draped over his head as he lay on his stomach. 

1 PM.

Was she awake? She must be. He had been awake for two hours now, but he didn't want to be the first to move. His bladder was now ready to burst so he would have to get up.

Just as he had found the will to haul himself up, the sheets rustled and the other side of the bed creaked. There was a muffled sound of feet on carpet and then rustle of clothes. She was slipping the nightgown on, Bobby knew. He heard feet slowly walking towards the door. 

Bobby waited for about a minute and when there were no more sounds, he turned his head slowly and soundlessly – not wanting to disturb the spirits of passion that still lingered. 

There she was, standing by the window, looking out at the constant drizzle. The wind blew wisps of her waist length auburn hair around her serene face and caressed her smooth arms that the peeked out of the sleeveless black nightgown. Her body was lushly feminine – round breasts with a not too narrow waist that a forty-one year old woman who walked often should have, flaring out into ample hips. Not too tall at 5'4", she looked even more beautiful than Dimple Kapadia, the Indian actress that Bobby had always thought she resembled. There was a clap of thunder and her startled, large brown eyes looked skywards. A sudden gust of wind turned the drizzle inwards for a few seconds and she crossed her arms at her shoulders to shield herself. 

And then she smiled. It was a smile of contentment and happiness.

Suddenly Bobby's arm hit the bedstead and she looked towards him. Bobby closed his eyes, as if asleep. After a few moments when he opened them, she was gone. He got out of bed and walked towards the open bathroom door. Suddenly there was a sound of flushing and he saw her get up from the toilet seat, pulling her panties up and then dropping the nightgown that had gathered at her waist.

She smiled at him as she washed her hands and walked towards him, touching his cheek tenderly and those mesmerizing brown eyes looked at him. He looked like a male version of her with similar eyes, a muscular frame and at 5'11, he towered above her. 

"Good morning sweetie," she said.

"Hi mom," he replied.

"Ready for breakfast?" she asked almost in a whisper. Bobby just looked at her, not knowing what to say. 

"See you downstairs," she said, giving him a tender kiss on the mouth and went out.

Bobby entered the bathroom and let loose a stream of yellow piss, almost screaming with relief. As he washed the crusted semen that covered his penis with the detachable jet next to the commode, he thought about what had happened between his mother and him the previous night. 

It was not sudden, for they had been moving towards it since a long time. It had been destined.

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"I'll take the window seat!" mom said excitedly.

Dad stood aside and with an exaggerated bow of welcome, waved her in. Then he waved Bobby in too and sat on the aisle seat. 

The aircraft was already beginning to fill up with Indians, though the flight was through Frankfurt. There was only one connection that the airline had between Frankfurt and Delhi. For most Indians flying from Miami, this was the most convenient connection with the least waiting time for the connecting flight. 

"I can't believe we are going to Delhi together," mom said, turning to Bobby. "A day after you turn nineteen."

"It is a great birthday present mom, we are gonna have a blast," Bobby said. Before he had moved to Miami they had lived with in a large house that belonged to their large unbroken family in Delhi where he had grown up with a lot of cousins his age.

Nina, Bobby's mom, was the life of parties that they hosted or went to in their active social circuit in Delhi. They had a minor celebrity status in the India where Bobby's father, Jai, co-owned a chain of four and five star hotels. But what Nina valued most was the companionship of her two sisters who she met often, sharing confidences, and lending a shoulder to cry on. 

Three years ago when Jai had announced that the family had decided to start a hotel in Miami and they were to live there for five years, Nina had been devastated. When they moved, she missed her family and friends in Delhi. Forming new relationships in the alien culture of Miami was not easy though it was simpler with Jai who would bond over beer and business meets with his new business associates. The complexities and demands of a business are far simpler than the bonds that a woman requires. Bobby too settled in quickly, for a school in Miami was not too different from a school in Delhi if it had girls and sports. Nina would fly to India every six months for a week or two but it was not the same as living there.

The aircraft took off at 8 PM, almost half-hour late, and the flight crew served refreshments. The movies came on and one of them was an Indian movie starring Amitabh Bachchan. 

"Look!" mom said excited like a kid.

Bobby laughed.

"He's not even your favorite actor, mom." 

"I do love his baritone."

Just then, Tom Culkins passed by their seats and thumped Jai on his shoulder. Tom was a cruise operator in Miami and Jai and he had become good friends.

"Surprise!" he said, smiling. "Hello, Nina!" 

Tom made polite talk with Nina and Bobby.

"Why don't you join me in the front," he said to Jai, "We'll have a few beers together."

"Good idea," he said, looking apologetically at Nina.

"Sorry to steal him away, Nina," Tom said to Nina, "I'll send him back soon."

"He's all yours," Nina laughed. "Keep him out of my hair till Frankfurt."

After Jai went away, the lights dimmed. Nina was engrossed in her Hindi movie while Bobby flipped through channels. He stopped at a movie where a redhead looked meaningfully into a younger man's eyes as they sat side by side.

"That's Julianne Moore, isn't it?" Nina asked.

"I guess."

Julianne Moore stood up from her seat and sat in the lap of the young boy and they started moving in way that suggested fucking. Embarrassed, Bobby was about to change channels when Nina stopped him.

"This is the movie Savage Grace," she said. "That's her son in the movie."

"You mean they are mother and son?"

"Yes, the son is gay and the mother is trying to see if she can change his sexual orientation. It's based on a true story."

"Wow!" Bobby didn't know what else to say.

"Isn't she beautiful?"

"Um ..... you are a better looking mother," Bobby said, before he could check his thoughts.

Nina laughed and Bobby was relieved. 

"Don't you be getting ideas from this movie, young man," she said, "By the way, are you straight?"

Bobby looked thoughtful. 

"I don't know," he said, twisting his mouth. "Do you want to check like she is doing?"

Nina made a punch and pushed his nose with it playfully. Then she switched off her screen, removed the armrest between them and slid closer to him, taking his entangled his arm in hers and settled in to watch the rest of the movie on his screen. Blood flowed faster in his veins and there was a rise in his jeans. He always kept his cock up, so it would probably not be visible prominently."

"I envy them," she said after a while. "They are like friends rather than mother and son."

"I guess that happens when people get too lonely," he said after thinking a while. 

"It shouldn't have to be that way," she said, leaning her head against his broad shoulder, "People shouldn't have to be lonely to realize the worth of companionship within the family."

His cock lurched in his jean and he shifted his leg a little. Just a while back, the mother-son pair was shown rutting in the movie. Had she forgotten that?

After a while, her breathing fell into a pattern and he saw that she was sleeping with her head still on his shoulder. Their arms were still entwined and she held his hand the side of her thigh. Bobby slowly tried to disentangle it but she pulled his hand to cleft in the middle of the padded feminine area below her navel. 

"Would you need a blanket?" the stewardess' voice startled him. She was a middle-aged blonde with a pleasant smile and stood beside a trolley of blankets.

"Uh, I guess."

The stewardess took out a blanket and spread it over them.

"That will keep you comfortable," she said with a smile and moved on, leaving Bobby blushing.

Now in the dimmed light, his sense of touch was heightened and he could feel the rise of the cleft at the base of his mom's stomach dipping down as it neared the void between her legs. He stretched his middle finger a little and its tip was left hanging as the void between her legs sucked at it. He didn't dare move his finger further, so he contented himself with feeling the low band of her panties through the soft material of her leggings.

He stayed like that for a long time, perhaps an hour and then he moved her front towards him and let go of his hand. Of its own accord, his hand fell on the seat close to the junction of her thighs. He stretched his hand and touched her right thigh. It felt taut and well muscled. 

He stayed like that till sleep overcame him. He woke up as his mom shook him while the announcement of the plane landing at Frankfurt was on. 

"Straighten your backrest and tighten your seatbelt, sweetie," she smiled. 

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We were staying over in Frankfurt for an additional two days because Tom had promised him a meeting with a man who was apparently looking for a partner for his the beleaguered chain of hotels he owned in Germany.

"You stay!" Nina's voice was raised and people were now looking at them, "I am on vacation and I am not going to put up with YOUR business schedule. "

Bobby prayed for the earth to open and swallow him. 

"Its only one night," Jai tried to reason with her calmly, "You haven't seen this city, do some sightseeing and shopping while I try to knock-up a business deal."

"No," she spat, "And that is final."

"Come on, Mom," Bobby said, "We will still have almost two months in India. Its only one night and two days, and I really want to see Frankfurt."

Nina sighed.

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"Catch up, lazy bum," Nina said, laughing and taunting Jai.

The weather in Frankfurt was nippy after a short rain and they wore jackets. Nina was thoroughly enjoying the weather and she had been jogging on the sidewalk beside the Main River. Bobby did manage to catch up with her with long strides but Jai trailed behind. Both father and son were a little embarrassed by Nina's childish enthusiasm she displayed openly.

"Enough," Jai said as he caught up, "Time to find something to eat now. This city shuts quickly; it is not like Miami or Delhi where you find food all hours of the night."

It was already 10.30 PM and they were aware most that cafes stopped serving after 11. They found a place to eat and ordered.

"Let us go somewhere fun after this, like a disco," Nina said enthusiastically.

Jai shook his head.

"I am bushed. No more waking for me."

"You are no fun. Remember why we stopped here?"

"What about you?" Nina turned to Bobby. 

"I am game," Bobby said, "I think I saw a disco in the hotel. Wait let me find a good one."

He typed the words 'Discos in Frankfurt'. 

"The Cave – this one sounds interesting. There are more but the rights of admission are reserved and I don't fancy our chances much, dressed as we are in jeans and sneakers."

"The Cave it is then," Nina said to Bobby.

"Sure you want to be left out?" she lifted her chin at Jai and asked.

"You guys go ahead," Jai said, "I'll see you later at the hotel."

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They took a taxi and reached the disco within a minute.

"We should have walked," Bobby said.

The Cave looked like no 'cave' or even a disco. The entrance looked slightly larger than the entrance to a house. There were quite a few irregular characters from Mars and Venus with pink and blue hair and hairstyles that would give roosters and peacocks a complex. Music pulsed from inside and two heavily muscled bouncers stood outside the door, confirming the presence of a disco inside.

There was a blonde wearing a ridiculous sari which went no further below her knee and the blouse looked more like a bikini top. 

"Nice sari!" Nina said as she passed her.

"Where are you from?" the woman asked in a high pitched voice.

"India," Nina replied.

"Namaste," the woman folded her hands and gave an exaggerated bow.

Nina stopped and imitated her bow and Namaste faithfully. Both women giggled afterwards and they walked towards the entrance.

"She looked ridiculous," Bobby said, "It looked neither sexy nor terribly ethnic to me."

Nina punched him on the shoulder.

"Look at you, grandpa!" she said with mock seriousness. "Loosen up and open your mind. People experiment when they are young."

"But she looked ridiculous. I am not gonna take that back."

Nina giggled. "I agree. She looked like she borrowed the sari from a fisherwoman and tucked it between her legs to pee and forgot to smooth it back on." 

Bobby blushed. 

"What, grandpa? You blush when you hear talk about a woman peeing?" she said punching his shoulder hard this time.

"Its only that I don't know much about women peeing while they wear a sari," he said, "What can I say? And whats with all the punching? You watch out, we are in Germany and they'd arrest you sooner for child abuse."

"Child, are you?" she punched his arm again.

"Your child, I am."

"You are no child of mine, stuck up grandpa. They must have swapped my baby with someone else's at the hospital."

Nina swished into the door of the club after Bobby paid the 3 euro entrance fee. The interior did not look like a cave, but looked like the faithful interior of an arched Gothic cellar. It was a Saturday night and the floor was so crowded that there was no space to walk.

The music and chatter were too loud for conversation so when Nina said something, Bobby didn't hear it.

"What?" he asked.

Nina led him by the arm towards the bar. 

"Some drinks to loosen up," she said, smiling.

"You had enough wine."

"Shut up, grandpa!"

"I know what I want tonight," Nina looked at the card and said.

"I need two orgasms," she said with a flirtatious smile.

Bobby's head spun till he heard the bartender's reply.

"Two orgasms coming right up," the bartender replied and placed two shooters in front of her.

"I'll have a screwdriver," he said to the bartender – the only cocktail he knew.

Nina gulped one of her two shooters and looked at Bobby slyly. Bobby grinned.

What was your dirty mind thinking?"

"I almost though you had asked the bartender for the real thing," he said with a grin.

Nina looked at the bartender.

"Hmmm, not a bad idea," she said and looked back with a flirty smile at Bobby, "Maybe I'll ask him when we are going back."

Bobby's smile faded. In the mood she was in, it wasn't impossible.

"But for now, I will settle for dancing with the man I came with," she said, "Drink up!"

Bobby finished his screwdriver in three quick gulps and Nina led him to the dancefloor.

There was a discos-era number playing that he didn't recognize. Nina started singing it as she led the dance.

She pulled him closer.

"It's Abba's 'Dancing Queen'" she shouted in his ear. "I loved that number in my school days."

The numbers played were often popular hits from 80s and 90s, not music that Bobby could identify. For him even Britney Spears was ancient but watching Nina move to them was a treat. He didn't know his mom could move her body like that. 

There were many appreciative glances thrown Nina's way when the girl wearing the ridiculous sari joined them. She made the 'very good' sign with her thumb and forefinger and started grooving with them. There were two other men and another girl with her.

The girl in the sari danced with Nina, matching moves with her and it was an erotic sight as each tried to out-sex the other's moves. 

'Gangnam Style' came on, something Bobby could identify with at last. He started grooving to it, thrusting his pelvis at Nina and the girl in the sari, for he was now in the mood. Nina matched his movements making ridiculous faces at him. The girl and Nina were having a lot of fun together.

After Gangnam Style ended, Nina and the sari-girl collapsed into each other's arms, giggling. Nina led her towards the bar.

At the bar, there was a shouted round of introductions and the girl said her name was Steffi. She introduced her companions whose names he could not catch, but one of the men – apparently an Italian of his own age – who came onto Nina thick and fast. His hands often touched Nina's shoulders and her bare arms while he talked to her. Nina too flirted outrageously, giving him flirty smiles though they could not understand each other half the time. The Italian had a very thick accent and he was drunk, which made him slur.

The Italian brought his face very close to Nina's ear, almost touching, and placed his hand on her thigh and said something that made Nina giggle. 

"The skinny Italian touches her once more and I am going to break the beer bottle on his head," Bobby thought and looked at him murderously. 

Steffi took Bobby by the arm and led him away to the dance floor quickly.

"We must dance, handsome," she shouted in his ear. "You dance so well!"

They started dancing and he kept looking towards the direction his mom was sitting in. The Italian was now sting on the stool that Steffi had been sitting on, quite close to his mom, who was laughing at something he had said. The other couple was engaged in their own conversation.

A Rihanna song came on and Steffi turned, rubbing her ass against his crotch. The number was fast and Steffi was hot despite the bulk of cloth that surrounded her ass. She brought her hand and made him grip her waist, keeping her hand over his. Bobby pulled her closer and his hands wandered all over Steffi's front, roving from the pubis to just under her breasts.

It was almost a fuck while dancing.

As the song ended, they stayed together and Bobby glanced over to where his mom had been sitting. The stools where the Italian and Nina had been sitting were now empty. Only the other couple Nina had come with was still having their drinks.

Bobby looked around but the crowd was too much to really see.

The next song was a Svensk techno number. Steffi now faced him and started rubbing against him in earnest. Bobby turned his attention back to her and encircled her in his arms. She was tall, almost to his eye-level. He twirled her around and they started a dance that imitated the waltz. 

During one sudden movement he spotted them. 

Nina was moving her body with the music as the Italian slid down slowly till his face was level with her hips. Then Nina started thrusting her hips obscenely while the Italian struck his tongue out and started imitating cunnilingus. Nina threw her head back and laughed. Suddenly another couple came, blocking them from Bobby's view. 




The Journey Ch. 01



Bobby stopped dancing and tried to look over the dancing couple towards his mother but a solid wall of dancers had come and blocked them from his view. 

"Don't worry about your friend, Guido will take care of her," Steffi shouted in Bobby's ear. He looked at her and she winked. "Let me take care of you."

She took him by his hand and led him towards the toilets and placed the other hand on his crotch and turned to wink at him. Bobby looked back and saw them again.

Nina had her back to Guido and he was rubbing his crotch with her ass while she giggled. Suddenly Nina's eyes met with Bobby and she laughed. She disengaged from Guido and came towards where he stood.

"Where were you taking my little boy?" she asked Steffi with a sweet smile.

"Your little boy deserves some fun, he make me very happy," Steffi replied with a wink.

"No, my baby don't make no one else happy," Nina snatched his hand away from Steffi's with the smile coming off her face. "We go home now, bye-bye."

Nina swiveled and led Bobby towards the exit. 

Guido followed them out.

"Don't leave me, Nina," he said, "Or I die now." 

"Oh,Guido, you are so sweet!" Nina said, making a face. "Maybe we meet later, but now I have to take my baby home."

Guido made a crestfallen face. Violence didn't come naturally to Bobby, but he wanted to beat the Italian's skull in. He bunched his fists and advanced towards Guido when he heard Nina.

"Stay right there!" It was the commanding tone she had always used on him when she wanted instant obedience. He couldn't resist now.

Nina gave him a cold stare and advanced to Guido and kissed him full on the lips.

"Goodnight, darling," she said.

Bobby swiveled and ran towards the river, leaving her behind. 

"Bobby!" she heard her call.

He kept running till he reached the main street beside the river and then slowed down to a fast walk. She caught up with himbut had to keep running to keep pace with Bobby.

"What were you going to do to him?" she demanded.

"Go away," he said quietly. "I don't want to see your face again."

"Why? Because I kissed him?"

Bobby kept walking fast without answering, his face set and his eyes staring at nothing.

"Bobby, I don't know why you are so mad. It was only a kiss and the boy is about your age. It means nothing."

"Yes," Bobby said with a hiss, "Grinding against him and letting him smell your pussy while dancing is quite alright. Of course the kiss meant nothing."

"Bobby ....." Nina sobbed. "It wasn't ....."

Bobby stopped and stared at her. There were the beginning of tears in her eyes.

"Why dont you just go back and finish what you started?"

Bobby .... I."

"I won't tell dad if that's what you are worried about," he said and started walking again. "Just go."

"Bobby, listen to me. Stop and talk."

Bobby continued walking.

"Please, baby," she said, taking his hand.

Bobby stopped and she led him to a bench. It was just past 2 and the town was dead. It was cold and vapour was starting to form in their breaths.

"Bobby, I am sorry you saw this side of me," Nina said, "I am your mother but I am just human – a woman who hasn't been ....... touched since a long time."

Bobby maintained a stony silence. 

"And suddenly, when Guido touched me those base desires that lie just below our surface floated up. And they are so strong, they overpower you."

Bobby was still staring at nothing in particular but his eyes were no longer stony. Nina stood up and looked into his eyes.

"Do you understand what I mean? Have you felt that ever in your life?"

Bobby pursed his lips. Then he nodded slowly.

"I've always been faithful to your father. And it wont happen again."

"If it happens, make sure I don't know. I understand, but I don't like it."

"No, it will not happen again. Its you I love.

Bobby's cock was already leaking pre-cum for watching his mother had turned him on as much as it had distressed him. And now it twitched again.

"You and your father. You shall be the only two men in my life, I promise," Nina said solemnly.

Then she smiled with the solemn and sincere expression and spread her hands.

Bobby hugged her, still seated. He encircled his arms around her, laying his head on her breasts and closed his eyes. Nina pulled him towards herself tighter and tighter till she was crushing him. He was now fully aroused, his body taut with tension and his cock at its full stretched.

Her breasts were pressed against his cheek, her navel at his chest and her crotch was straining against his greyhound shaped belly, straining to touch it. His hands dropped to her hips and he looked at her, disengaging from the embrace. Nina's stooped down and caught his mouth in hers, kissing him fiercely.

They embraced again.

She pulled him up and smiled.

"Lets go back to the hotel," she said. "I feel dirty. I need a bath."

"Dirty, you are."

She laughed.

Bobby stuck out his hand at a passing taxi and it stopped but Nina waved it away.

"We'll walk, I want to have a long chat with you. It's been long that we talked."

And they walked and talked. It took an hour for them to reach the hotel, but they talked like they had never talked before. They talked about what they would do in India, about relatives, she told him about her deteriorating relationship with his father and she told him that they all needed a vacation together.

When they reached their rooms, she kissed him.

"I ll go and shower. And then I'll come and check on you if I don't fall asleep in the shower."

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As soon as he entered the room, he stood before the mirror to survey how he looked. He flexed his arm muscles. Dissatisfied, he removed his shirt and did fifty push-ups and got up to survey himself in the mirror again. 

Then he picked up the remote and switched on the TV and flicked through the channels. He stopped at one which showed a man tied to the bed and a topless blonde woman in leather boots wearing a thong with a whip in hand. He didn't like BDSM, but he felt like watching porn because he was horny. 

The woman whipped the man and he cried in fake agony, writhing in bed with his cock limp. 

"And some people find this bullshit wonderful."

He watched it for about twenty minutes and then he threw the remote on the bed, peeled off his jeans and underwear and walked into the bathroom naked. He let loose a jet of piss and shook his cock to shake off the drops. But he was in a sensitive mood so the cock sprung to attention. 

The scene of his mother dancing with the skinny Italian, matching her movements to his jerking hips played in his mind when he heard a knock on the door and someone opened it.

His heart leapt and he tiptoed to the door.

"Mom! I am not decent," he said from behind the door.

"No you are not, honey. I already know you aren't innocent with porn running on your TV."

"I mean I don't have anything on."

"Shut up and pull on a towel from the bathroom. I am busy watching something interesting on TV."

Bobby waited till his erection subsided and then wrapped a towel around his waist and came out of the bathroom. His mom was sitting propped against the bedstead with in a red nightie which was barely held up by strings on the shoulders.

When he came out, she was sitting on the bed eating a bar of chocolate. Her hair was wet from the recent shower and she was wearing a sexy red nightie that opened from the front. Her face and skin shone with freshness.

"Is it new? This thing that you are wearing?" he asked. "I've never seen you wearing it before."

"The things I do to make your father look at me at night," Nina replied with mock despair. "But it doesn't work."

"This 'thing' is a negligee," Nina said, "You better know what a women's nightwear is called or you are going to end up like your father."

"If this doesn't make him look at you, nothing else will. And stop blaming him, he works hard and he probably gets tired."

"That's no excuse for neglecting his wife."

"Nope, this thi- negligee is hot."

"You haven't seen the half of it," Nina said, sliding the blanket off to show the hemline which stopped at her knee. Then she sat on the bed with her legs tucked under her, typical of women and the negligee rode up further to expose half of her thigh. 

Bobby had seen his mother in a bikini before, but this was too sexy. His cock sprang to its full length. The tension of the night was now beginning to tell on him. He needed relief.

"What do you guys see in porn? Its so gross." 

"It's the base instincts .... You know about those."

"But without a touch, without a live human with you .... I don't know."

"Don't women get turned on when they see people ..... together?"

Nina appeared to be thoughtful.

"Well, only upto a point. But I don't like this stuff. I read 50 shades and it didn't do it for me. Don't they have any other channels which show regular stuff?"

"You mean missionary porn?"

Nina laughed.

"Straight sex no frills, silly boy," Nina said, flicking through channels.

She stopped at a channel where a man was licking a woman's cunt. Nina watched it for sometime, trying to be impassive though the color had risen to her cheeks.

"Now this is what I love," Bobby said.

Nina looked at him with a smile. Then they both resumed watching the TV.

"Tell me, is it true that men are interested in women's panties?"

"They love it, because it reminds them of the treasure they hide. But tell you what, men love used panties most. Ones that smell of their female hormones leaking through the vagina."

"Oh. My.God." Nina said sheepishly. "That was graphic."

"It was leading to it."

"I just removed a really smelly panty."

"I ll need to use your bathroom then."

Nina's eyes widened and she assumed a mock stern expression.

"I ll have you know I washed them, young man."

Nina giggled and Bobby laughed. Nina turned off the TV and lay back on the bed.

"I feel so comfy in your bed I could drift off to sleep here," she said, curling up. 

"You are welcome to do it. I've never slept with a beautiful woman in a short red negligee."

She blew him a kiss.

"You sweet talker! Jump in beside me."

He lay down beside her and they cuddled. 

"My feet are so sore I might not be able to walk back to my room anyway."

"Who told you to jog? You are a walker and you are unaccustomed to it."

"I've been thinking of starting to jog. I feel too fat," she looked at him with an innocent expression in her light brown eyes. "Do you think I am fat?"

No! You are just right the way you are, sexy as hell."

"Oh, sweetie!" she gave him a resounding kiss on his lips. "I do feel fat though when I see a few other women my age in Miami. It gives me a complex."

"I don't know what to do about that, but I know I can do something about the sore feet," he said, getting up.

He got her feet out of the blanket and kept them on his lap. 

"Oh, thank you! You are a great son. But cover it with a blanket or I'll die of chill."

"Wait, I'll turn on the heating," Bobby got out of bed. He turned on the heating, took a bottle of moisturizer out of his suitcase and returned to bed.

"There," he said with a smile and put a pillow on his lap and placed her feet on it.

Nina smiled at him and then put her head back on a pillow and sighed contentedly as he applied the moisturizer and began massaging her feet and kneading the calves. After the calves were done, Bobby massaged her knee, pressing the fleshy underside of the knee while Nina drifted off to sleep snoring softly. Her legs parted a bit as her posture relaxed and Bobby could see the matching red thong only covered the mound of her feminity. As he began massaging the thighs, the negligee rode up a bit and he could see a hint of a dark wet spot the size of ten cents on the panty.

Bobby's breathing now quickened as his hands went further up on their own accord even though he was terrified that she would wake up. Nina's pulled one of her legs into a 

"That's enough baby, come and sleep now."

She pulled him next to her hugged him, moaning with contentment as he got under the blanket and pressed his entire body next to hers. 

"How do you men keep warm all the time? I love it," she said, smiling with her eyes closed. Her hands explored his entire back and came to a rest on his waist just above his hips and her mouth kissed his lips very briefly but passionately. Bobby massaged her entire back with his hands and then her hips. 

Nina's eyes remained closed and she had already drifted into a shallow sleep while his hands massaged her hips and his lips sought hers hungrily. She responded hungrily, pressing her body to his as her pelvis grinded against his. Gradually the grinding became urgent but her eyes remained closed. 

"Oh, Bobby," she said as Bobby pressed her onto her back and slipped down her bod, pulling the negligee up.

She wasn't wearing a bra and he nibbled on her taut nipples and while his hands massaged her entire upper thigh and the pubis. 

She moaned.

He slid further down and held her thighs while his nose sniffed the musky odor that permeated the skimpy thong that she wore. He rubbed his nose and mouth over her crotch very lightly and Nina moaned loudly, pushing her pelvis in Bobby's face. 

Bobby pushed the thong down using his tongue, and tortured her as his tongue kept rubbing the entire pelvis but did not touch the crack of her pussy from which fluid was dripping down into the asshole.

Just then there was a loud sound of a door opening. Both sat up, paralysed. Steps walked towards their room and then paused outside. Nina hurriedly slid the dangling panty off her legs smoothed her negligee back and Bobby hurriedly pulled up his shorts and rolled down the bed.

The remote! It was too far away!

"Lass uns gehen. Wir haben einen Flug zu fangen," a voice said in German. (Let's go. We have a flight to catch.) 

A female voice said something and joined the man who stood outside their room.

Nina quickly got off the bed and went to the door. As an afterthought she went back to Bobby and kissed him on the mouth. 

"Your father's alone, magnificent," she whispered. "I must go."

She quietly slipped out of the room and closed the door behind her. 

Bobby scooped up the wet red panties and sniffed them. They would have to do for tonight.

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The Journey Ch. 01



This is my first story for literotica -- though I've written other things. It's a little slow getting started, but hopefully you'll see and agree that it's worth it once you get going. The full story covers a number of categories, so forgive me if I've mislabeled it. If you like it, please vote and provide feedback.  

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"So, why don't you go ahead and tell me why you wanted to see me. What was it you wanted to ask?"

"Ok pastor, I'll explain. But I'm new to this church thing, so if I say more than I should please forgive me. 'Cause you'll need to know the whole story to understand my question. My story is graphic. I don't know any other way to tell this where you'll be able to help me with my problem. But I'll try hard to stick to the facts."

"Don't worry so much about only telling me facts. Don't get me wrong. Be truthful. But feel free to tell me what you want to say. Get it all out. We'll deal with what's fact and what's perception or perspective after that." 

"Ok. Well, I guess you could say this issue started with the cruise... kind of...

My wife Vonne, and I have been married for 12 years. We've had our disagreements. We've had our full volume shouting fights. But those are few and far between. And I've never questioned her love for me. 

I was a little jealous early in our marriage, because, well, you've seen her, she's gorgeous, and guys look at her a lot. But... I've always believed that she loves me with her whole heart. I believe she and I will go to the grave still loving each other. I know that's how I feel toward her.

I never expected to question that. But things are more complicated now.

The craziest week of my life began three days before our 12th anniversary. We'd flown to Miami and boarded the Journey of the Seas, one of the flagships of the cruise line my father had recommended. The trip was extraordinary. The sun, the sea and the ship were all meeting and exceeding our expectations. Beautiful weather. We chose a November sale date. It was cheaper and the weather was mild. My wife hates being too hot, so the equator, summertime and a happy wife were not going to mix. 

We had five star cuisine for most meals on the ship. We made love each night to the sounds of the sea. We'd been looking forward to this for a long, long time. And it was turning out to be a fantastic vacation... until day three.

The morning the ship pulled into Samana, a small port city in the Dominican Republic, we got off the ship with an excursion tour. A short walk took us to the tourist-trap market we expected to see. We had a pretty good idea of what it would be like, and weren't disappointed. Vendors from all over the island crowded the markets calling out to the wealthy tourists offering wares of all sorts. There were tons of sarongs, dresses and bandanas with colorful local patterns on them. Women and children offered stewed plantains, goat dishes and other foods common in their culture. The various merchants were so loud and often obnoxious in their desperate calls for business that my wife quickly began to get a headache. I saw it before she told me, and we both soon realized that a four-hour stay in this market was out of the question.

I looked around and spotted a taxi. There was a nice, well-dressed, twenty-something Cuban-looking fellow standing by it with a sign offering a two-hour island beach tour.

Now, you don't have to say it. I should have known not to separate from the excursion tour. Both my wife and I knew. It's just that the noise was so grating that we were getting desperate for some place quiet to go. I pointed it out, and mentioned it to my wife. She loved the idea, so off we went. 

The driver told us his name was Havier. As I'd surmised, he was from Cuba. He'd come here chasing a girl a year ago and they broke up. Now he was trying to save up the money to get home. We figured that was his spiel to get bigger tips. Play on the sympathies of the rich tourists. We didn't care as long as he kept driving and got us away from the market.

It turned out that he was a pretty good tour guide. We drove swiftly along the thin roads of the beautiful hills. He did tell us a little history of the island, from its settlers and founding to the beginning of the tourist trade. He pointed out a few picturesque villages. We saw two of the most popular DR beaches. I asked if we could stop for a little while at one of them.

"Oh yes," Havier said. "But not here. I have the perfect one in mind. The water is fantastic. The sand is all sorts of colors. And it's secluded enough to really enjoy yourself without dealing with all of the tourist traps." 

I guessed we'd either been too obvious with our distaste of the market, or he often picked up fares for that reason.

After another twenty minutes we arrived at what I am now certain is the most beautiful place on earth. The driver turned off a minor road down a dirt road driving through foliage. My wife began squeezing my arm in that "what did you get us into" way. We bumped and rumbled down this dirt road for another minute before arriving at the edge of a slight cliff. The beach Havier brought us to sat in a great rock alcove with lush greenery going up a steep incline to the mountaintop. Tropical plants and flora of every type spread down to the edge of the sand. 

"We'll stop here for a bit."

Vonne and I stepped out of the car and looked around in awe. It was absolutely gorgeous. We stopped and stared at the unbelievably clear water, the schools of fish you could see from our dirt roadside perch fifty feet away. We were dazzled by the multi-colored sand that was beige in places, pink in others, black at times and this eerie faint blue elsewhere. A weathered set of dark pine stairs led down a crooked path to the beach. 

"You all should still have two and a half hours before your shuttle boat heads back to the ship. So take your time." 

I glanced over at Havier and he gave me a mischievous smile.

"I think I'll go for a walk. I'll be back in maybe..." he tilted his head to the side squinching his face as if trying to think -- as if any of us believed he didn't know exactly what he was going to say. "An hour and fifteen minutes... or maybe an hour and a half."

With that, he closed his door and walked whistling back down the dirt road.

Vonne and I just gazed at each other elated for a minute before looking back at the beach. It was stunning. And within moments we'd gathered a small blanket, a couple towels from the back seat and started down the steps.

Making it to the sand we confirmed what we'd suspected from the car. We were alone. The beach was completely deserted on this fantastic day in this fantastic place.

"Baby," my wife said, "this is the absolute best vacation ever!" She let out an excited scream that resonated off the rock walls.

I had to agree as I laid out the blanket and took off my shirt.

Vonne just basked in the ocean air and beautiful surroundings while I got things ready. 

I looked at the water, and looked at my wife. I'd removed my shirt and shoes, wallet and passport and was standing in my trunks ready to go swimming when I stopped.

"Y'know..." I said with the same mischievous smile Havier had employed. "How many opportunities do we get to fulfill fantasies like this?"

Vonne looked over at me with a smile acknowledging and agreeing with the gleam in my eyes. Her smile grew as she watched me take off my trunks also and toss them onto the blanket.

I love my wife. I've always loved her adventurous side. It was actually no great surprise how she responded. She quickly dropped all of her clothes and within seconds was racing me, naked as the day she was born, toward the water. We ran into the surf and dove into the clear warm salt water and soaked up one of the greatest experiences of our lives.

See, I've always been a closet nudist. I love being naked. I would do it twenty-four seven if we didn't have kids, and work and laws and police that would have us incarcerated far too quick to enjoy it. But that day we swam and played. We spotted a manta ray and a few other creatures that we would later argue about. 

But the scene, the setting, my delicious wife and our inhibitions being cast to the wind soon turned sexual. My hands began to squeeze and caress her breasts in the water. I pulled her to me, kissed her wet smiling face and pressed against her hard enough for her to feel my throbbing excitement. After kissing me for a few seconds, she pushed off of me and started pressing her way through the water toward our towel on the beach. I gleefully followed, and within moments we were making love on our secluded beach.

"Pastor, the sex was good. I don't mean to be too explicit, especially to someone like yourself. But you need to know what happened in order to-"

"Nate," Pastor Thompson put up his hands in an assuring gesture. "Don't worry about it. It's ok. Tell the whole story so we can get to the real issue."

"Well, ok... The story starts getting a little crazy here, but this is what happened..."

Here I was on the beach. I was between my wife's legs, licking and sucking her clitoris. I love to eat her out. And I've always been pretty confident about my skill in that area. So I was sucking on her clit and flicking my tongue back and forth across it as she came. I felt her body shudder and those stomach muscles clench as her orgasm took hold. And I was just reveling in her juices as she let out a scream that didn't sound right. It didn't sound like the moans, you know, she makes when we're having sex. It sounded fearful. I looked up, (I usually keep my eyes closed while I'm eating her), and there was an m-16 pointed at Vonne's head. 

We both stayed completely still as my eyes looked up the gun shaft to its owner, a nearly black skinned 20-year-old native. He was dressed in a worn, olive green shirt with holes in it, and torn up military fatigue pants.

"What the-?" The gun turned to me, and I stopped my question.

Another young man was standing behind him to the right, and another was at the top of the crooked stairs. The outfits changed slightly, but they definitely all looked like part of some militia or guerilla group. 

Now this was really crazy cause I'd never even heard of there being this type of shit-- I'm sorry, excuse my French, Pastor -- This type of war or violence going on in the islands. I mean, apart from maybe Haiti before the storms. So I was at a loss. We thought the biggest thing we'd have to worry about were pick pockets.

The gunmen motioned me to stand up, or at least I assumed that's what he meant. I briefly thought about modesty and trying to cover my wife and myself, but figured I'd better clear that with the gunmen before making any quick moves. Vonne covered herself with her hands as best she could.

"Can I give her the towel?" I slowly reached my hand toward the big striped beach towel to my right.

The gunman stepped closer to me putting the m-16's muzzle against my skull.

Vonne let out a muffled yelp and began pleading with the man under her breath.

I stopped moving toward the blanket and brought my hand back. He stepped back and we both slowly stood up. 

By this time the third man had come down the steps and was walking closer. He started speaking something close to Spanish to the second man. Both of them had guns, but clearly felt no need to threaten us as their partner was doing such an effective job. But I could tell from the looks on the other men's faces, that our situation just got worse.

The soldier who was previously on the stairs walked up to my wife with a great shit-eating grin on his face, showing of all things a gold tooth -- yet he can't afford a shirt without holes in it. He looked my wife up and down in an obviously lascivious gaze.

Now on the one hand, I can't fault the man for looking. Vonne is stunning. She's 5'4", with the smoothest cello shape body you'll ever see. Her skin is the color of coffee with one and a half creams in it. Her breasts are round and full, a C cup I think. And her hips and ass, well, they just sing to me. She's slender, but not skinny. She keeps her hair in a short pixie cut that accentuates her face and makes her look like a woman-sized Tinkerbell. And just recently she'd taking to shaving all her pubic hair off. It was a particularly wonderful and well-received birthday present earlier in the year. I can't tell you the extra thrill it gives me when I'm sucking on her clit or burying my tongue inside her. She's only gotten more beautiful since we got married, and I know I'll never find another woman like her.

But at that moment, my wife's physical perfection was screaming at me that we were in serious trouble, and exactly what direction that trouble would take. I tried to calculate what it would take to overtake these three armed soldiers without getting me, and more importantly Vonne, shot in the process. I couldn't imagine a move I could make that was guaranteed to work. Perhaps there would be another way out a little later.

The second man who'd up to now only admired my wife's beautiful naked form from afar approached, squeezed one of her titties and spun her around. He proceeded to tie her hands with something he'd pulled from a pocket, while gold-tooth handcuffed me.

Tears were streaming down Vonne's face, and there was little I could do about it.

"Babe, we're gonna be ok. I'm going to figure us a way out of this." Gold-tooth shouted something unintelligible at me, and I closed my mouth. 

The three men picked up our belongings and escorted us up to their old rusted Jeep, which was parked behind our tour cab. I again reached slowly for our clothes and felt a sharp pain in the back of my skull as the butt of one of the rifles connected with it. Everything went dark.

I woke up to find myself standing in a small campsite in pretty thick forest. Judging by the tents, not more than 15 people were staying here. And judging by the shape of things, they hadn't been here long. I was standing with my back against a magnolia tree. The handcuffs had been hooked over a bent steel bar that was driven into the stump of the absent lowest branch. My shoulders were killing me. I don't know how long I'd had all of my weight on them, but my hands and forearms were nearly numb. I was still naked, and I didn't see Vonne.

"Vonne!!" I started, terrified of what may be happening. How could I have stayed out so long? Luckily, I didn't have to wait long to see her. 

Vonne walked out of the largest of the tents beside a small native woman. The sixty-some-odd year-old lady looked even less like she belonged here than we did. They almost looked like two women just walking and talking until Gold-tooth came out after them, still pointing his gun at my wife. I did notice that Vonne's hands were no longer tied. At least that gave me some relief. Maybe this native woman had good news, or a soft enough heart to let us go. 

My hopes were quickly dashed.

The woman's accent was thick. It was Spanish mixed with something else. I'd never thought of people from other countries having mixed accents. But hers made it very hard to tell what she was saying. But it still didn't take us that long to get the gist of it.

"Garble, garble, soldiers not happy. Away from home, garble, garble. Not fight well, garble."

But her last words were very clear.

"You make soldiers happy, fight better, I not kill yours." 

Vonne looked up mortified, first at the woman, and then at me. I could do little more than match her state of horror.

Now, here I should mention, Vonne and I are both really committed to this God thing. At least, we try. But even before we started coming here, Vonne's integrity and honor and character were very important to her. From the time I met her she was always a sophisticated, fine upstanding woman. She was a virgin when we married, and our vows and marriage are very important to her. So even with such a terrible situation, there was a lot for her to consider. I don't blame her for that. 

I desperately looked around for a way of escape, and found nothing. But my full attention was quickly brought back to front when Gold-tooth began slowly approaching me and brandished a large butterfly knife. I grabbed hold of my bonds and tried to kick at him. But that clearly was not going to be our salvation.

I glanced at Vonne and saw the defeat in her eyes. Looking into mine, she put her hand on Gold-tooth's arm and stopped him. He smiled, still looking at me and put the knife away. 

The next few minutes were a flurry of movement as the little native woman began coordinating something in whatever backwards dialect these men spoke. I just looked into my wife's eyes trying to figure out something to say. I couldn't think of anything that sounded right. I didn't want to thank her. I didn't want to seem like I wanted her to be willing to be ravaged and humiliated to save me. I wanted to tell her to run for it, but I had absolutely no idea where we were, and she was still naked, with no money and no ID in another country.

I guessed that anywhere would be better than this.

"Run! Vonne, run!"

The stairs-man from before raised his rifle and pointed it at me.

Vonne never moved. She just looked at me and shook her head. I stared back with tears coming down my face.

My attention was briefly pulled away when I saw the small woman talking to four of the men. Once the congress was over. The fourth man walked off into a tent and returned momentarily with an air mattress. The other three began removing their clothes. The native woman just stood by and watched. I tried pleading with her, but she never even looked at me. She just watched my wife, and her troops.

"Now something I did not expect to notice... and this begins the explanation of at least part of why I need to talk to you,... I didn't expect to notice their actual bodies. By this time I was imagining, expecting that a horrible nightmare was about to happen in a great blur in front of me. But no, I saw everything in great detail. I saw every detail of the men who approached my wife. And not every feature was a sign of weakness.

Each of the soldiers, if you could call them that, were similar in height, build and complexion. They were all very dark skinned, as if they were from northern Africa, with thin runners' builds. They looked downright malnourished to me, though they weren't going to get a lot of sympathy for that. Gold-tooth stood out for all the wrong reasons. He didn't look very bright. His face looked kinda crooked, like he'd lost a lot of fights. Two of the guys could have been brothers; they favored each other so much. But the third man, the man from the steps, whom I'll call Harry, was hung like a moose. His cock had to be nearly a foot long as he walked toward her. It almost reached his knee. I started as I saw it, which made Vonne look. She jumped a little when she saw the man, bringing her hand over her mouth. She looked back at me, and I didn't know what to say.

Gold-tooth looked fairly normal in size, about six inches, though it was bent the wrong way. I'll call the second man who took us from the beach, Slim, because people often give names that are opposites of what they're really like. Slim's dick had to be as thick as my wrist, and you can see I don't have small hands. The last guy, the one we didn't see until we got in the camp had a cock that was eight inches lying limp against his thigh. I struggled again against my bonds to little effect.

Needless to say the four men began to touch my wife. Their hands went everywhere. Her arms, her breasts, her stomach, her hair. She struggled a little, but hands quickly forced her back into place, standing there in the center of camp fifteen feet from the accursed tree I was stuck to. She alternated between looking at me, and looking down at the ground. I tried to give her what strength I could. But I didn't even know what to offer.




The Journey Ch. 01



I mumbled prayers and curses under my breath, but at that moment it felt like they fell on deaf ears. I know I really shouldn't say that. But, well... anyway...

The men groped and slid their hands across her body. There were always at least two hands on her breasts, cupping them, squeezing or grabbing a nipple. Hands frequently slid down her abdomen and across her pubic mound to her thigh. But I didn't see any fingers penetrate her. The men mainly pressed themselves up against her. It wasn't as rough as I expected, though I couldn't bring myself to get too excited about that. I got the feeling that the old woman's observation was at least making this experience less horrible for my wife than it would have been.

As the hands covered more ground still continuing their caresses and squeezing something altogether different occurred to me. I saw Gold-tooth's palm slide away from Vonne's left breast to reveal a plump distended nipple. My wife's nipples were so hard and pronounced they threatened to burst open. Each little bump around her engorged bead of flesh was raised and practically begging for attention. That was one of the first sexual things I'd learned about her right after we got married. 

Vonne caught my gaze and looked down at her own breast. By the time her face rose back up there was renewed horror in it. She looked at me as if she'd just realized a worse fate than being raped by these four degenerate soldiers. She started to struggle vehemently. Arms shot out as she pushed Harry away and tried to jump twisting away from Slim. But they caught her. These men were surprisingly fast with reflexes trained for survival. In less than five seconds each man had regained control of either an arm or a leg, and they lifted her into the air.

Vonne was held at shoulder level twisting and writhing, screaming obscenities, and her refusal over and over. The boys laughed at her futile resistance and carefully opened her legs. Gold-tooth's same wicked grin made its way between my wife's knees. A knee shot toward Gold-tooth's approaching face only to be pulled away just before it hit him. Their grip on her got tighter. 

I struggled again against my bonds, pulling and shaking and screaming at them to stop. But it seemed like music to them. And the thick forest just pushed our vain cries back at us.

Gold-tooth began to lazily run his tongue along Vonne's thigh closer and closer to her sex, stopping periodically to giggle and make comments to his friends. I could see Vonne trying to resist, but the boys now had both her ankle and knee in a tight grip. She couldn't move much at all. He reached her naked quim running his nose along my wife's pussy thoroughly enjoying himself. He was savoring her, savoring the experience. In an uncharacteristic attitude for boys that age, this was clearly going to take a while.

In a last, desperate act of defiance, Vonne let loose. She peed full force into Gold-tooth's face. She bore down and peed hard enough that I could see it splatter off of him, getting some on her legs and at least two of the other boys. The stream hit him full in the face, and was the first thing to wipe the grin off of him all night.

Gold-tooth cried out in shock as he took a step back. Vonne's face gleamed her ferocity. She glared at him showing the spunk and tenacity I'd fallen in love with. 

"Yeah!" I shouted, echoing her attitude. 

But our victory was short lived as Gold-tooth's shoulders began to bounce with renewed laughter. He and his cohorts shared another private joke, which soon had them all smiling again. They'd never dropped Vonne, even a little. I didn't know what they said, but I knew it couldn't be good. 

Gold-tooth didn't wipe himself off. With that same grin he stepped forward and stuck his tongue into my wife's pussy.

Vonne spasmed and moaned. She struggled a little more, but it quickly became a losing battle. Gold-tooth appeared to be plunging his tongue as far into her as he could get it, pulling it out and plunging it again. He was fucking my wife with his tongue and there was nothing I could do to stop it. 

See pastor, you have to know... she really didn't want this. We really never meant for any of this to happen. 

Within a minute of Gold-tooth's invasion of my wife's pussy, the sounds she made began to change. Who'd of thought that some young kid would even know what he was doing well enough to do that to my wife. But she began to quiver and groan with him. It quickly became obvious that she was no longer trying to get away from his mouth. She shook. She shook harder. Then she squeezed Gold-tooth's head between her knees shuddered and came loudly. I know the sound of my wife in ecstasy. And she was truly enjoying this - her body if not her mind. She shuddered for another minute and opened her eyes. She looked Gold-tooth in the eyes as if she were drunk, a trace of a smile visible on her face. He started on her again.

Vonne let her head fall back and using the men's grip for leverage, pushed her pelvis harder into Gold-tooth's face. He got more aggressive in his eating. He tugged at her lips with his own, and sucked hard on her clit. He continued to dip his tongue deep into her every few seconds. Within three or four minutes she was cumming again.

I'd never seen her cum that fast a second time. This next orgasm brought another scream from her lips. This one was louder than any other sex scream I could remember her having. Her body shook again involuntarily and more fluid poured from her open pussy. I watched it. It wasn't pee this time.

The four men laughed and cheered. They joked to each other in whatever they were speaking and lowered her down to waist height. 

I didn't need to be able to understand them to know what was said, or to know what was coming.

I glanced down to see that Gold-tooth's immense cock had grown hard. He started rubbing it up and down her lips, his head just breaking the surface of her pussy. Vonne writhed. I could see her trying to pull herself closer. A glaze had covered her eyes and all that remained was wanton lust.

Gold-tooth slid his pulsating cock into my wife and her back arched. He began a rhythm of deep strokes which were making her spasm and moan loudly. I was mesmerized. I was so entranced by what was happening that I almost wasn't surprised when Slim saw his opportunity and pushed his thick cock into my wife's groaning mouth. I almost wasn't surprised to see her eagerly start sucking and slobbering all over it straining to bob back and forth on his cock. Her tongue swirled around his head drawing back only to lick up the length of his shaft and then swallow him again. She kept this up three or four more times before their rhythm was interrupted by Gold-tooth cumming. He thrust hard and held Vonne tight as he pushed up onto his toes and emptied his sack into my wife. 

The young man pulled out and a trickle of cum followed him. The men wasted no time trading places, and Harry began the process of pushing his huge cock into my wife. She screamed as he entered her, and this one sounded a mix between pleasure and pain. He slowed down, and she calmed down. A couple minutes later he was slowly stoking her only putting about two thirds of his ridiculous member in her at a time. A steady groan came from Vonne's lips, and her eyes fluttered back in her head. He picked up the pace, slowly going deeper and deeper. As he sped up, the pitch of her groan rose as did the volume. A couple more minutes and he was bottoming out. I can only guess he was pushing into her cervix with that enormous dick. The more he pushed, the more she shouted. The faster he got, the more gripping the scene became. Everyone could tell that my wife was building toward another climax. Her moaning didn't slow or stop as Slim came pumping his cum all over her face and open mouth. She didn't even seem to notice. She just rode out this swelling, building wave of pleasure until the dam broke.

Vonne screamed a sound I'd never heard before. It sounded like something out of a horror movie, but more intense. Her shaking actually managed to jar her out of one or two of the hands that were holding her. Not that she noticed that either. They didn't drop her. The shaking was almost violent as she had the most extreme orgasm I've ever seen anyone have. It was so intense and the scene had built to such a powerful conclusion that I found myself actually excited for her. Even with my arms held above my head I was feeling my wife have this fantastic orgasm, and I..."

"Pastor, I'm ashamed to say, I came. 

"I was still tied up. I never touched myself, and no one else ever touched me, but I came. I was surprised by it. It overtook me quickly, sending my own cum shooting out of my hard cock toward the four men raping my wife. 

I thank God that my wife didn't see that. Her eyes were still shut. As soon as I had myself under control that was the first thing I checked.

But Slim saw. He made some comment to the other guys as they were setting my wife down on her back on the air mattress. They each looked over and saw my hard cock and lines of spent cum on the ground.

Harry lifted my wife's legs over his shoulders and continued fucking her. Her arms were limp now. I think she may have passed out. Slim took a few steps back, picked up his rifle and walked toward me. He had one more joke to say that I would never understand before he swung the but of the rifle against my face.

The two bruises on my head pointed to more damage than just a couple swelling knots. I lost consciousness more than once during the two days we later found out I was there. At least three times I remember waking up and still hearing the sounds of sex. Once it was night. The next time it was early morning. One of the times I saw them. Vonne's ass poking out of one of the tents while a soldier took her from behind. I didn't recognize that soldier. The second time I woke up I couldn't see her. But I know I heard her cum again. I didn't know how she could do it. How many times could she....?

The next time I woke up I was laying on something almost soft. A groggy look around told me that I was in a hospital somewhere there on the island. I was alone. I woke up again. I was still alone. The next time I woke, Vonne was there. She was dressed in regular clothes and the hospital room seemed brighter and better. I wasn't in the same place. I couldn't quite think straight. But the next time I woke, I spoke. She hugged me. I hugged her back. I told her I loved her. She cried. I told her over and over and over again that I wasn't mad at her, that she hadn't betrayed me, that everything was going to be ok. But I couldn't seem to get her to believe me. 

We made it home and found out that our ordeal (including the hospital time) had lasted nine days. Apparently I was found three days after we disappeared. And my wife was found six days after.

I told her that she didn't have to tell me anything she didn't want to. We'd survived, and we still had each other. 

We came home and actually got back into our lives. It's been a few months now, and you would almost think we were back to normal. But the changes are what I came to talk to you about. Things are different, and I don't know what to do about it. 

For example, two weeks after we got back...



The Journey Ch. 02



Looking up to him, her desires evident in her dark eyes, she asks, “what do you mean…’This is only the beginning’?” 

Chuckling to her, his finger still delving deep within her now wet folds, he speaks softly, “just what I said, slut…this is only the beginning…once you stop fighting your own mind and let yourself go with your body, you will know exactly what I am talking about.”

Trying to cool her fires, her mind whirling, she again tries to close her thighs, his hand laying softly against her knee, but her own body refusing to stop the tantalizing torment he is giving to her. Smiling to her as he sees her inner struggle, he stops circling her clit. 

Standing up from the bed, he looks down at her body, the dim light casting a soft glow over her nakedness. Her eyes lifting to his, smokey with her need, opening her mouth as she starts to ask him to continue, her mind screaming at her to stop. She clamps her lips shut, her hips still softly undulating with her desire to be released. 

She watches him as he moves around in her room, opening drawers and the closet, looking through her clothing. Irritated by seeing him disturb her neatly organized drawers. Becoming more irritated as he continues to snoop through her things, like he owns her possessions. 

Finally she speaks, her voice angry, “what are you doing, what are you looking for?” 

Turning to her, he smiles again, “just taking inventory of the clothes you have here, what I will be taking and what will be left behind”. 

Gawking at him, her face exposing her shock, “just what in the hell are you talking about….what YOU will be taking and leaving behind?” 

Striding to her quickly, he grabs her chin, forcing her head to look at him, his voice low and authoritative “don’t ever take that tone with me again, slut. I will do what I want, when I want and you will not question me.” 

Increasing his pressure on her chin for emphasis, he asks, “do you understand slut?” 

Looking up to him, her eyes showing her fear, she tries to respond, her words barely audible, “yes Sir.” 

Looking inter her eyes, he speaks to her “hmmm, you are catching on quickly lil one…a ‘yes Sir’ so quickly. I’m impressed.” 

Gasping, her mind rethinking the words she had just uttered, a deep flush covering her face as she realizes what he is talking about. Lowering her eyes, she bites her lip, thinking, her mind a trying to make sense of all that is happening. 

Leaving her there on the bed, he finds a suitcase on the top shelf of the closet. Placing it on the foot of the bed, he unzips it, going first to the closet, taking only dresses, skirts and blouses. Folding them neatly, he places them in the large suitcase, moving to the dresser to take only the filmiest of bras, leaving the rest. 

He feels her eyes watching him; he glances over his shoulder, throwing a dazzling smile to her. He continues going through the drawers, finding lacy garter belts, thigh high sheer stockings and to his surprise, a black corset, the price tag still hanging. 

Looking to her, his eyebrows raised as he holds the corset up to her, “hmmm, you have very good taste lil one.” Smiling as he sees her look of confusion.

Folding each item, he places it in the suitcase, looking up as he hears her soft voice. Her voice timid, halting as she asks, “what about the rest of my clothes, my jeans, leggings, shoes, and…uhmmm, my panties?” 

He states, “you don’t need them anymore, I will be selecting all of your clothes and frankly, I don’t like jeans or panties. I want you open to me at all times, can’t have any kind of barrier between me and MY property, slut.” 

Gasping in shock, she starts to protest, he lifts one eyebrow, his eyes locked to hers as if in a challenge to her. Clamping her lips closed, she nods her head, quickly looking up, she answers, “I was just wondering is all.”

Her mind in turmoil, struggling to gain back control, she waits until his back is turned, bringing her bound hands to her mouth, trying to untie the knot with her teeth. 

Seeing her in the mirror, he watches as she struggles with the tight knot, letting her think she is getting the upper hand on him. He turns back to her, seeing her gasp softly as she quickly lays her hands against her flat belly.  Looking up to him, trying to look innocent, but looking more like a child getting caught with her hand in a cookie jar. 

Ignoring her obvious signs, he walks casually back to the suitcase, dropping in a few pairs of strappy sandals and high-heeled pumps. He smiles, turning back to the closet, wanting to know how far she will attempt to try to free herself. 

As soon as he turns his back, she lifts her hands to her mouth, her teeth working frantically at the knot. Her eyes watching for any movements from him as she works struggles. 

Smiling to himself as he watches her, he turns suddenly back to her, seeing her hands at her mouth, teeth working the knot. 

He asks, “what are you doing?” 

In response, she mutters, “uhmm my nose itched and I was trying to scratch it” her eyebrows lift slightly with her lie. 

Nodding, he walks to her, putting her hands back to her belly and gently rubbing her nose. Smiling as he asks, “all better, lil one?” 

Looking up to him in slight exasperation she responds, “yes, thank you.”

He looks down at her, “Well, only a few more things and then we will be ready to go, just need to get some toiletries from the bathroom. Do you have anything that you absolutely need…such as medications, certain lotions, contacts, or contact solution, sweetie?” 

Looking up to him, she tries to keep her tone light, “yes…I need my contacts, solution, there is also a bag of cosmetics, brush, comb…basically everything that is in the bathroom.” 

Knowing that this will take him some time to gather everything she has requested, she tries to maintain an air of calmness, her plan taking shape. 

Walking into the bathroom, he keeps his senses on high alert, knowing that she is planning to escape him. He starts putting the various bottles and other needed items into an overnight bag. 

Hearing him in the bathroom, she swings long, sculpted legs over the edge of the bed, nearly fainting as the bed squeaks. Looking up in panic, she waits a few seconds, making sure he hasn’t heard the noise. 

Slowly she stands on shaking legs, her eyes darting from the bathroom to the closed door of her bedroom. Small steps carrying her as quietly as possible to the door and to freedom from him. 

Hearing the squeak, he turns, leaning against the door jam, just out of sight of her as she moves to the door. He starts moving after her in long strides just as she reaches for the handle on the door. 

He slams the door closed, looking down at her, his eyes fierce, his voice low “couldn’t get the knot untied, so you thought you would try to sneak away from me, huh, slut?” 

Looking up, her eyes panicked, her voice lost, she takes a step back, fearing the look in his eyes. 

Bending down to her, his face in hers, he thunders, “WELL SLUT, I ASKED YOU A QUESTION.” 

Panicking she tries to move quickly away from him, his hand catching a handful of her long tresses as he pulls her back to him. 

Throwing her over his shoulder none too gently as he carries her back to the bed, throwing her down against it as he ties her hands to the headboard. 

A whimper escaping her in frustration, she begins to fight against him, her legs kicking against him, hands pulling against him as he ties her hands. 

Looking down to her, he smiles, turning her body over as far as her bound hands will allow, his large hand coming down hard against a pale cheek, his handprint bright red. 

Her gasp echoing as she feels the sting, tears forming in the corner of her eyes, she renews her struggles, fighting against him, his hand coming down again hard against her other cheek, again the red imprint visible against the pale flesh. 

Screaming, she struggles, her mouth uttering insults at him, he chuckles hearing the vulgar language, leaning down to pin her body, he starts spanking her bottom, the crack of his hand punctuating each word she utters. 

Her screaming words dying in her throat as mournful sobs replace them, her body writhing underneath him as she tries to move free of his punishment, her tears soaking into the pillow beneath her face. 

He continues this abuse, her ass cheeks becoming very red, her body slowly relaxing, her sobs lessening in the intensity, only then does he cease. 

He smoothes one hand over her burning cheeks, slowly soothing the heat and sting. He continues this gentle touch, feeling her back arch, her ass lifting to him as he continues her soft whimpers muffled against the pillows. 

Seeing her reaction, he slides a long finger down, delving into her, feeling her wetness, smiling to himself as he feels the soaking wet petals, her ass lifting higher to him. 

Standing up, he lightly runs his hand up her back, leaning down to slowly turn her over, pressing a soft kiss to her brow. 

He looks down to her tear streaked face, gently lifting her chin with his finger as he speaks, “I didn’t want to have to do that, but you left me no choice. This is the type of punishment you will receive when you are disobedient, understand pet?” 

Lifting teary eyes to him, she nods her head, her voice barely a whisper, “yes, I understand.” 

“Good! Now be a good girl while I finish packing your things that you will be needing.”



The Journey Ch. 02



In our first adventure Kerry and I opened ourselves up to a path of exploration in hedonism and pleasure. Over the next year or so we indulged our fantasies and partook in some wild and exciting moments. 

We got together with Fred and Torrie once a month or so. We started going to a swingers' club and it was at this point that we found there was divergence in our interests. While Kerry maintained her extracurricular activities be limited to satisfying her bi-curiosity, she was adamant that beyond some heavy petting and even the occasional bout of fellatio for me, there was to be no intercourse with other partners. Torrie and Fred had lived up to the stipulations with us, but from the moment we went to the swingers clubs it became apparent that they wanted to broaden their horizons. 

Often we would go and end up at the end of the night in a foursome petting zoo followed by all out raw sex for the pleasure of the girls and viewing pleasure of the guys. Followed by pairing off to our original couplings to fuck our proverbial brains out. 

A typical night would have us back in one of our living rooms with some soft sexy music on. All dancing together, changing partners, group hugging followed by Kerry and Torrie splitting off to experience Sapphic love. Once afterwards I was on top of Kerry fucking her like no tomorrow and Torrie crawled over and started licking Kerry's clit and my cock at the same time in what was an incredibly erotic moment of extreme simulation. The friction of my rapid movements and the electric buzzes of Torrie's tongue licks put Kerry and I into an orgasmic fireworks of shared orgasmic delight.

But as I was saying at the club our paths were moving in different directions. Increasingly Fred and Torrie were moving towards other couples, more established and experienced in the lifestyle. They started going by themselves. Later we noticed other couples were giving them knowing winks and intimate hugs and kisses that belied liaisons of a sexual nature.

Seeing our discomfort Torrie phoned us one night to explain that Fred and her had talked and decided they wanted to go up a level so to speak. They were willing to share themselves, as she put it, "completely" with other couples. Finally she admitted that yes, they had gone home sometimes with other couples and on two occasions had split off and engaged in fucking other people. Hardcore, full swings were something Kerry and I didn't want to do, but I couldn't help myself. Seeds of jealousy and a territorial feeling enveloped me. The jealousy was for Fred getting to do what I secretly realized I wanted to experience and to be shed of Kerry's limitations. The territorial feeling was more dangerous for I realized that in my mind, I was becoming quite attached to Torrie. Her touch, her smiles, her gazes would energize me. I was obviously having a crush on her.

Torrie asked if it changed things between us, but Kerry and I said no. But I knew it was a lie. For Kerry she didn't want to explore further and I think deep down she could see my attachment was growing. Yet she didn't say anything. The next couple of trips to the club we didn't end up going home with Torrie and Fred. 

One night several months later we were invited over to Joe and Samantha's, two long time friends of ours. Sitting around, drinking wine, the conversation was getting more and more risqué. Joe suggested we play truth and dare. After a few timid rounds, Samantha asked Kerry if she had ever been with a woman. When Kerry said yes I thought Joe was going to faint. Samantha pressed for details and Kerry shared the story of our experiences with Fred and Torrie. You could see Samantha was getting quite turned on. Seeing this could develop I tapped Joe on the arm and motioned him into the kitchen. 

Once there, Joe was perplexed. "Why did you do that, Jack?"

"Because let Kerry take over. Now shhhhhhhh!"

Sure enough there wasn't any other conversation taking place back in the living room. But there was rustling of bodies moving and mutual moans of satisfaction. Motioning Joe to go slowly we tiptoed back around the corner and there was my wife, now down to panties only, hoisting Sam's legs in the air as she slowly lifted her panties down and off past her ankles. Kerry then dove into the other girl's crotch and starting lapping at her pussy. Sam started cumming almost immediately. Once her shudders had passed she turned to Kerry and asked if she could go down on her. Kerry just moved back to the other corner of the couch and spread her legs and Sam then leaned in, ass high in the air and took her first taste. "

She looked back at Joe and said, "Joe, it's always been my fantasy to be fucked while I'm eating a woman."

Joe didn't need to be told twice and in no time he had shed his clothes and was entering his wife from behind. 

Kerry was quite turned on at the sight and looked over at me and said, "Jack let me suck your cock."

It wasn't long before Joe was coming inside his wife. Kerry then orgasmed from Sam's ministrations. I then moved around and replaced Sam's tongue with my cock and I exploded moments later.

We all sat around basking in the orgasmic glow of sexual bliss. Joe asked us if we would like to join them on a weekend getaway the following week. I looked at Kerry and she nodded yes so we agreed to join them. 

For us it was a liberation from our recent sense of, well betrayal is too strong a word, but abandonment would be a good description, that we were feeling with Fred and Torrie.

And as we left Joe and Sam's the anticipation engine revved up with Joe's whispers to me that he and Sam had other fantasies they wanted to experience. 

To be continued...



The Journey Ch. 02



Lights…Camera…Action… Angela opened her eyes, and realized that there was little of any of these. Flickering lights, blinking all around her still. But the room was still dark except for the soft glow from the various tiny lights. Where were the lights? Where were the doctors? She blinked, and sat up, glancing around, seeing other opened coffins nearby. She bent over the edge of hers, and gasped in pain…a needle below her left shoulder was pulled out painfully. Where the hell was everybody? Carefully, she began pulling needles out, one by one, then she began on the electrodes attached to her. As she pulled the ones from her chest, a loud beeping startled her…a red light flashed along with it, stating over and over "Cardiac Arrest". That's when she heard movement…distant movement, but loud. A scraping metal noise, and the thump of heavy footprints which for some reason scared her to death. She peeked once again over her coffin, and blinked, she was at least 20 feet off the floor, thirteen rows of coffins lay below her, approximately twenty across. Several were open, and empty, and several more were open, but occupied. If the dried, dead remains could be called occupants. Her mouth went dry with fear. She had never quite realized how apt the term "coffins" could be for these cryo-stasis chambers.

Groggy, with a great deal of effort, she pulled herself over the side of her coffin, little more than a large metal drawer suspended a few dozen feet up. Now it was spilling it's contents. And it was nearly a spill, a bad one. There were no doctors, nor any attendants. Never had any brochure she'd read ever mentioned this. Something was dreadfully wrong here, that was for certain.And it was dark. Why was it dark? Sure, small lights flickered on some of the other rows of coffins, but most of the ones that were open were dark. Indeed the will-o-the-wisp quality of the shifting lights and competing glows was perhaps more disconcerting than simple, complete darkness would have been. For one thing, she would not feel as certain that the blank holes in the wall of metal drawers contained corpses, if she hadn't crawled out of a lit container. 

Climbing down the coffins to the floor she assumed to be below her (if this wasn't just a nightmare), she shivered. It wasn't that she was cold (indeed, the coffin had been far chillier than this outer room, though she was as naked as the day she was born), but that she felt completely isolated. The sound she had heard earlier had vanished. There was no cell-phone to call for help, no data terminal with which to email someone, or request a transfer of funds to her card...there was no card either...There was no way of getting out of this establishment for better accomodations, that was for sure. No recommendations for this hotel, that was for sure. She grimaced at her own pseudo-humor, looking down, and regretting it immediately. Her foot was less than an inch away from a desiccated corpse. To make matters worse, she was still a great deal higher than she felt comfortable with, which gave her two reasons for nausea and dizziness: vertigo, and fearful disgust. Where the hell was the ladder? They had to retrieve people from these things somehow. They certainly had not levitated her up here, either. Angela growled to herself, trying to keep the bile inside her stomach, knowing that once she released it, she might not stop. The ladder was far to the other end of the coffins, she saw after a moment of peering through the soft glows of panels and buttons. However, it was on rails, and she could see no way to activate it from here to call it to her. The attendants probably would have done that, had they been here. Or maybe the kindly nurse from the commercials? "Green Mile Cryogenics...Care for your lifetime...and beyond." What a crock of shit, thought Angela, trying to hold on to her footing 30 feet up from the floor, in a warehouse of corpses on ice. 

The more disturbing part of it was that far too many were not on ice. Like the one at her feet, a dried out husk. How long had it been since anyone had checked on them? She shuddered. They had told her she would wake up in a nice apartment suite, with a kitchenette and all the amenities. She would be receiving visits from trained nurses that would explain to her what had been missed, and fill her in on Michael's recovery. She had done this for him. Her brother had been in a steady decline, since the car accident, his mental faculties seemingly dwindling despite doctor's best efforts. It was a condition very similar to autism, though it had been triggered, rather than having always been there. Michael had always been a shy kid, but after the accident, he had been almost unable to tolerate physical contact, and had been less and less communicative as the efforts to treat him wore on. 

The doctors were baffled, and she had been growing increasingly distressed at the sight of her brother slipping away before her eyes. He had never been an athletic fellow, but as he fought to keep his mind intact, his body had become nearly a scarecrow by comparison. When Green Mile Cryogenics had been suggested, she had almost jumped at the chance. Michael had been less keen, unable to fully understand the concept. He had cried, telling her she was trying to "put him to sleep, like Kane." Kane had been their dog, when they were both younger. He had gotten ill, and their father had been unwilling to pay for rather expensive vet bills. But he'd been persuaded when he realized that his sister had been planning on joining him. His biggest fear had been waking up alone. "Hush...I'm going under with you." she had told him. "I'll be at your side 20, 30, even 100 years from now..." And now here she was, with her foot beside a gray and grinning corpse, and she couldn't help but wonder if Michael had been right. Maybe she had put him to sleep, despite her best intentions. Her shaking grew worse, and she almost lost her grip. Just the thought of falling, embracing that grinning corpse for even a moment shocked her to some semblance of sense. She continued to climb down, suppressing her quivers, one level at a time.

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Zeke blinked. The metal here was familiar to him, even though the end had been snapped, and the wires running along inside were frayed and rusted. This was an old-tech satellite dish, a design that had changed very little over the centuries, save to shrink in size. Even this change in size had less to do with improved materials or reception, but that in space, larger dishes presented larger targets. Spacial debris, whether from orbit or from without, often knocked out satellite dishes. It was far more effective to link many small dishes into arrays so that if one should be knocked out, the rest could compensate. 

A dish this size, Zeke knew, was almost always attached to some sort of building, often a military or government installation. Either that or an old media corporation. Zeke hoped that the lack of other buildings to be seen indicated one of the former two. There was far more chance of finding a water stash, and rations. Not to mention some old relics. All in all, this was a promising find. He licked his cracked lips, grumbling as it did very little good, his tongue swollen and dry itself. He closed his eyes, and released his last flush of water wash through him, his extra stomach actually coming to use for the first time since he'd implanted it. Using oneself as a guinea pig occasionally had it's advantages. 

For perhaps the hundredth time this morning alone, he looked up, and muttered a thick "Fuck you." to the sun as it beat down upon him. He began to dig, furiously. His clawed hands proved remarkably effective, as the sand began to pile up beside and behind him, almost re-covering the jagged metal pieces of the satellite dish. He was looking for the dish itself, or rather, what lay beneath. It didn't take long to find the metal of the dish, and then even less to work his way to the lip. He was soon crawling his way under, finding the sand had not filled the gap completely underneath. The immediate relief from the sun was incredible, but severely undercut by the constant exertion.

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To her surprise, the floor was fairly warm to the touch, despite being concrete. It confused her, until she realized the efficiency of the system. The cryogenic units were kept cold by pumping the heat out through the rest of the room, heating the floor, which in turn heated the rest. She wondered idly how well this was regulated somehow, or if this room occasionally turned into the equivalent of a sauna, when the meat lockers had to work especially hard...she shuddered...how quick the vernacular came back to you, even when the connotations were abhorrent. It was amazing, in fact, that she could even think about the mechanics and function of the room at a time like this. The twists and turns a mind made when fending off shock were remarkable. Almost any thought, in fact, was welcome at the moment, save the niggling reminder "Hey, you're alone in the dark... With corpses."

It seemed that the further down she had gone, the darker it got. The open coffins above shading the ground from the lights of said coffins, empty or not. The few that she could see on the ground level were either closed, or if they were open, the occupants were no longer present, dead or alive. The lights were off throughout the lower rows. This darkness was both blessing and curse. It meant she didn't have to actually see the grinning faces of dehydrated or dead corpses, if they were present, but it also meant she couldn't see much else. There was a crack of dim light ahead, though, looking like it was most likely a door. Near it, what looked like a terminal of some sort glowed along a top panel. 

Having little else to attempt, she decided to try the panel, in the hopes of getting more light, not trusting the door just yet, remembering the scream and the thud from earlier. Whatever happened, she hoped she found someone else, before someone else found her. She wanted to be prepared enough to run...preferrably clothed. The terminal seemed her best chance at this, perhaps providing access to a database or a map. She fumbled her way towards the terminal, hands outstretched, the outlines of which were barely visible against the faint glow of the door and terminal. It should have more brightly illuminated the area, of that she was certain. Fumbling, she tried several buttons, dismayed at the accumulation of dust and grime upon the console. How long had it taken for this much dust to settle, in such a large place, to accumulate such a film? It only took a few moments to realise that she should not have been touching random buttons. A light came on, but it was only the blue grow of the computer screen. The password screen came up, but oddly, it had already been filled in. This convenience frightened her. It reminded her that she was likely not alone. Hitting enter confirmed her fears. She saw the menu options and froze. She had only been trying to turn on the lights, she didn't want any of these. 

:::::::::::::Please make a selection::::::::::::::

1. Reanimation Sequence: Please select client # and length of physical therapy required/requested.

2. Reanimation Sequence: Emergency resuscitation. Please have medical team on standby.

3. Cryo-stasis Chamber Purge: Please enter Administrator's code, client #, and report cause of death/ reason for purge to system computer for analysis.

4) Exit Menu.
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She looked back in horror at the coffins behind her, some empty, some closed, very few that looked occupied or functional. Someone had been messing around with the system, and had shown little or no regard to the occupants. Someone had awakened her. Someone had made certain she would awaken functional as well. She had received the physio treatment, hence the many needles and trodes...It was all automated, but someone had flipped the switch...Had that same someone so callously killed the rest of these poor bastards? Those grinning corpses, had they awoken at all? What had they seen? Who had done this? She was suddenly glad that the room was dark behind the glow of the computer screen. She could well imagine a few dozen shambling corpses pointing at her accusingly, seeing the computer that had killed them being activated once more. She shrank back, slipping to her knees on the cement floor, shaking...Had she inadvertently purged anyone from the system? Had she hit one button too many? Was someone awakening now to the pain of atrophied muscles, helpless to cry out? A soft wail escaped her throat, soon becoming nearly a scream. The door beside her had opened. A shadow huddled against the wall, a ghostly face that glowed faint blue searched the darkness, turning to her scream. A hand reached out.

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Val watched from his vantage point, a dune not far off. The dune was far closer than he would normally have approached, but this strange black man (not simply the rich chocolate brown he'd seen in some of his tribesmen and others, but jet black) was so oblivious to his surroundings that performing a counting coup would likely have been ridiculously easy. It almost made the man wonder if he was inviting observers, but if he was, then why would he have spun around so often in his meandering path, as if looking for pursuit? Right now, the stranger's concerns seemed to lay directly beneath his feet.

Having followed this strange, black apparition for two nights, he marvelled at both this man's resilience, and his seeming lack of sense. If the man could dig like he was now, (as well or better than any sand-lizard he had seen), then why had he not done so before, burying himself, and travelling at night? Val had certainly not remained under the sun, except when he had to. He had travelled at night, trusting his tracking ability to help him keep up with the black-skinned stranger, usually finding him huddled next to a small fire, or shivering on the ground, being without blankets. Though he admired the man's resilience, he knew that this odd creature was making things twice as difficult for himself as they needed to be. Then Val smirked. He had been as green as this fellow once. He had needed to be taught to survive out here, and had been lucky enough to have a teacher. This fellow could obviously use the same. It was time to approach.



The Journey Ch. 02



It was the weekend and I was at the local mall. I had gone to see a movie at the theater and was just sort of cruising around the mall after the movie ended. As I was walking past the shops, I heard someone call my name. Turning around to look, I was pretty startled to see Sandy and Suzy standing about two feet away from me. I could feel my face get a little warm and I knew I must be blushing a little bit. For all of the time that I was showing them my body, I guess I had never really thought much about what might happen when I met them face to face. They were both smiling broadly as I tried not to act either too surprised or too nervous. It was Sandy who spoke first. 

"Hi Michael, it's good to see you again" she said with a smile.

"It's good to see you two again" I replied. Suzy chimed in next.

"Wow! That is a really great tan you have Michael. I like how the color is so even all over your skin." Sandy moved closer to one side of me and spoke in a soft voice.

"You know Michael; we should really see more of each other since we are neighbors. I mean…we are living right next door to one another." Suzy moved up on my other side, laid her hand on my shoulder.

"You really ought to invite us over to swim and catch some sun with you." She suggested.

I couldn't quite believe what they were saying to me, but it was obvious that they wanted to take things to the next level. I cleared my throat and managed to get some words out. 

"How about coming over tomorrow?" I asked. 

"That would be great! We'll show up around ten o'clock." Sandy answered. I nodded my agreement.

"I'll be looking forward to seeing both of you then." Sandy smiled. 

"Not half as much as we'll look forward to seeing you!" she responded. The two of them turned to go. As Suzy slid her hand off my shoulder, she trailed it down my back, and her fingertips trailed lightly across my ass before she headed away. 

I could hardly sleep that night. The thought of what would happen in the morning kept playing through my mind again and again. My mind kept creating different scenarios about the day, and all of them were very exciting to me. Somehow, I finally fell asleep, and woke to the sound of my parents leaving for work. I turned over to look at the clock on the nightstand. It was only eight. I pulled on some shorts and headed out to the kitchen. I always waited for awhile after my parents left before I would go nude in case they might have forgotten something. I would probably hear them first, but I definitely did not want them to walk in on me when I wasn't expecting it. By eight thirty, I was sure I had the house to myself, and slid out of my shorts. I made myself some eggs and toast for breakfast, and stood and ate them in the kitchen. The whole time, I kept looking out the kitchen window. The time for Sandy and Suzy to arrive was getting closer, and I was starting to get a little nervous. I put the dishes from my breakfast in the dishwasher, and headed for a shower. I spent a little extra time in the shower just to make sure that I was extremely clean. I was thinking about the two girls as I was soaping up my body and my dick was getting hard. I lathered it up and slowly stroked it up and down a few times. As much as I felt like rubbing my dick until I came, I wanted to save my excitement for when the girls arrived. I rinsed off, turned off the water, and grabbed my towel. By the time I had dried my hair and skin, it was nine forty. The girls would be here in twenty minutes! I grabbed a beach towel and headed back into the kitchen to get some juice. I tossed the towel on the couch, filled my glass, and carried it into the family room. It seemed like time was standing still as I sipped the juice and waited for the girls to arrive. I was in a sort of a trance when the sound of the front door bell brought me quickly back to reality. I peeked out through the curtains to see the two girls standing outside. "Here we go!" I thought to myself. I wrapped the towel loosely around my waist and headed for the door.

I opened the door to the wondrous site of the two girls in their suits. Both girls had their towels around their waist, and were wearing sandals on their feet. Sandy was wearing a string bikini that didn't leave much to the imagination. The top part of the suit was hardly more than two fairly small triangles of material connected together with some very narrow strips of material. The fabric was a light cream color that looked fantastic against her sun darkened skin. I could easily see the edges of her breasts all around the two connected triangles, since the suit was not even close to being large enough to cover all of them. Her breasts were pleasantly large and looked nicely firm. I could clearly see the outlines of her nipples through the thin material. Suzy was wearing a suit that was a little more modest that her sister's, but still bared a lot of her skin. It was a bandeau top that wrapped around her upper body. The lower edge was right beneath her breasts and the upper boundary stretched fairly low. I could see a lot of the upper curve of her breasts. They were smaller than her sister's, but they had a perfect shape to them. Her skin was also a little bit lighter than Sandy's skin, but the white color of the suit set off the skin tone just as nicely. I could make out the small rises of her nipples resting only an inch below the upper edge of her top. I guess I must have been somewhat obvious about looking at their bodies. 

I raised my eyes up to meet theirs. "Well? Are you just going to stand there staring? Or are you going to invite us in?" Sandy asked. I opened the door wide and gestured with my hand for the girls to enter. 

"Come right in," I replied.

I closed the door behind them as the pair was looking around the inside of our house. I walked over to join them. As we stood together, I could feel the underlying tension of the situation. While it was obvious why Sandy and Suzy were there, nobody had even hinted about the reality of the situation. Suzy was the first to break the silence. 

"Michael, why don't you give us a quick tour of your house," she suggested. 

"Sure," I said. Turning to my right I led them into the next room. "This is the family room, and that's the kitchen over there."

"Oh we already know what the kitchen looks like. We can see in through the big window over the sink," said Suzy with a grin. "So what's next?"

I walked them through the dining room, living room, and back to the entry. "Upstairs is my parents bedroom. Downstairs is my bedroom to the left, the den off to the right, and a bathroom with a door out to the side yard."

"Let's go back into the family room for a minute," Sandy said. "And then we can head out to the pool." Suzy and I followed Sandy as she returned to the family room. She took a seat on the couch. Suzy sat down next to her, and I settled into a chair opposite the couch. Sandy took a deep breath and then started to talk.

"Michael, I want to make a few things very clear before we go any further. Suzy and I have talked about everything I am going to say, and she agrees with me completely on this. Now, just listen and don't say anything until I ask you for answer. We all know why Suzy and I came over today. You have been quite obvious in your desire to show us your body. We have been watching you, as you already know, and we like what we have seen, and decided that we want to see even more. Now, here is the way this is going to work. Suzy and I will be the ones in control, and you will do what we ask. We are not going to do anything to embarrass you, although that would probably be hard to do. We have no plans to humiliate you in any way either. We just want to be sure that you understand that we are the ones in charge. We think that the three of us could have some very fun times together, and that's why we decided to basically invite ourselves over. Now, before I ask you for an answer, just remember that it would be very easy to tell someone that you have been outside your house showing off your naked body to us. Pretty much everyone would believe us, and if they didn't we would just tell them to check if you have any tan lines. When they don't find any, they'll know that we are telling the truth. Don't get us wrong – we both like how your body looks with your all over tan. So much that part of the rules is that you should be naked whenever we are around unless we tell you something different. Now remember that we are the ones in control, and it doesn't matter which one of us asks you to do something – you should just follow orders. So…go ahead and think about it for a minute or two before you give us your answer." Finishing her speech, she took another deep breathe and settled back into the couch.

I had been looking Sandy in the eye as she delivered her lecture, and I turned and looked over at Suzy, intently meeting her gaze as well. For an answer, I rose from my chair, stood in front of both girls, and pulled off my towel, dropping it to the floor. My dick was getting harder and harder as Sandy was giving her speech, and as the towel came off, it was sticking straight out at the girls. Sandy and Suzy both shifted their gaze to my hardness and smiled broadly. 

"I told you he would agree, Suzy." Sandy said softly. Her eyes lifted to meet mine and then dropped back down again. She went on, "I'll admit I didn't expect an answer quite that quickly Michael. But I really like how definite you are about your answer. Now, let's get out to the pool." The girls rose from the couch, and Suzy bent down and picked up my towel. Sandy reached out and took my hand in hers, and led me downstairs, with Suzy following close behind. We reached the bottom of the stair and Sandy let go of my hand and told me to lead the way. I walked down the short hallway and into the bathroom. As I headed for the door to the side yard, Suzy laid her hand on my shoulder and stopped me.

"Where's your tanning oil, Michael?" Suzy asked. "I know that we'll need it, and we should get it now on our way out." I opened the cupboard under the sink and grabbed the oil. Closing the cupboard, I opened the door and stepped out into the side yard. Sandy reached out and took my hand again. Suzy followed her lead and slipped my other hand into her grasp. The warmth of their touch was keeping my dick hard as stone and pointing the way for us. Walking together, we followed the path out to the pool. Sandy directed the three of us over to the loungers. Slipping her towel off from around her waist, she tossed it onto one of the loungers. Suzy tossed my towel on top of Sandy's, and then added hers to the stack. Sandy's string bikini bottoms didn't cover any more area than the top of her suit. There was a small triangle in front that was riding very low in the front, and a slightly larger piece in the back that only covered about half of her bottom. The strings on the sides holding the suit together stretched at least six inches on each side, leaving a wide uncovered strip of skin that bared her hips completely. The strings went across her hipbones, lifting the edges of the front triangle away from her body, and showing some of the skin underneath. Suzy's bottoms covered more than Sandy's, but not by much. They were cut so that they rode very low on her hips and showed as much of her rear as Sandy's suit. With large openings for her legs, there was a strip of material less than an inch wide along the sides holding the front and back together. The low position along her hips caused her suit to lift away from her skin as well. 

Sandy grinned at her sister, and started for the pool, calling out, "Last one in is a Fuzzy-Wuzzy Bear!" In mid stride, she leaped into the air and splashed into the pool. Suzy was already moving before I could react, and quickly joined her sister in the water. 

"I guess that makes me the Fuzzy-Wuzzy bear!" I said. I walked slowly over to the edge of the pool, and jumped into the cool water. As always, the water felt wonderful as it slid over my bare skin, making my dick wobble from the force of the liquid rushing past. I swam between the girls, making my way to the opposite side of the pool. Reaching the edge, I quickly hopped out and made my way to the diving board. As the two of them watched, I bounced up and down on the end, with my dick springing up and down in response to the movement of my body, and then launched myself into the air. Stretching myself out full length, my hands out in front of me, I did my best dive and slipped into the water once again. I hit the water with enough force that I was propelled underwater and able reach the girls without moving my arms or legs. I popped my head out of the water right next to Sandy and Suzy.

"Did you like my dive?" I asked.

"It looked very good from my view," said Sandy. "I especially liked how all of you bounced up and down before your dive."

"Michael," said Suzy, "Why don't you show us some more of your dives. And be especially bouncy for us too!"

I climbed out of the pool again, making my way to the board, and starting another dive. I jumped up and down on the end of the board more times than before, and bouncing even higher than the last time. I could feel my dick rebounding off of my stomach with each bounce. This time when I left the board, I went straight into the air, and hit the water feet first. I plunged straight down to the bottom, and pushed off toward the girls. Reaching the surface beside them, I hopped out again for another dive. I repeated this several times, shaking my dick for them in different ways before diving into the pool. As I reached the foot of the diving board, Sandy called out to me.

"Wait a minute, Michael, I want to do something. Come to the end of the board, but just stand there and don't bounce." I wondered what she wanted, but I did as she asked. "Michael," she said with firm tone, "We are ready for a little show from you. I want you to stroke yourself for us while you are in full sight. Do it ten times, and don't go too fast. We want to be sure to get a good view of what you are doing. Okay, you can start now!" 

I slowly reached down and took my dick in my hand, wrapping my fingers and thumb around the shaft. Following Sandy's directions, I slid my hand up to the tip, and then back down to the base. I heard the girls calling out the count for me each time I went up and then down again. When I reached ten, I stopped and waited on the end of the board. Suzy whispered something into Sandy's ear, and Sandy nodded her head in response. Both girls turned to look at me again.

"You're very good at following our directions, Michael," Suzy said. "And that was a very nice show you gave us. Now hop in the water and come over to us." I jumped into the water and made my way to where the girls were standing. The water was around four feet deep here, and I settled onto the bottom right next to the girls. At this level, the small waves in the pool were gently lapping over their breasts, and I had a great view from where I was standing. We stood there together for just a moment, when Suzy cried out "Let's get him!" and both girls leaped onto me. They both wrapped their arms around me, trying their best to hold on to me. I could feel the warmth of their skin against mine as I squirmed to get free of their grasp, and I could feel my dick and ass rubbing against them as well. As they struggled to maintain their hold on me, their hands were roaming freely over my body. I could feel my ass being grabbed, and hands and arms brushing against my dick. One of them even grabbed my dick and held on for a few seconds before releasing me. I couldn't tell which of the girls it was, because I was wriggling hard to get loose. I managed to break free and started to swim away into the deep end, only to feel someone grab my leg and pull me back to them. I decided that I needed to move to where I could stand so I would have something solid underneath my feet. But the girls both jumped on top of me before I could do anything, and they pushed me under the water. I decided to play their game, so as I was coming up I grabbed each one by the ankle and pulled them under the surface. They both slid down past me as I rose upward. My head broke the surface, and I waited for them to reappear. I felt hands grab each of my ankles, and I took a deep breath, expecting to be pulled under again. But this time instead of a tug on my leg, I felt four hands stroking their way up past my knees. I stopped moving, and the hands continued their journey, caressing my inner thighs. Hands then slid around my dick while another gently touched and pulled at my balls. Another hand was roaming over my ass, with the fingertips sliding up and down between my two cheeks. Sandy broke the surface directly in front of me. She was smiling at me and I could tell that she was the one who had hold of my dick. Suzy rose out of the water behind me, and her hand stayed on my ass, even as she moved up against me. Sandy began to slowly swim backwards toward the shallow end, tugging gently on my dick so that I would follow her movement. Suzy was swimming against my side, still holding onto my ass, and gently helping me follow Sandy. When I found that my feet could touch the bottom again, I stood up and began walking. Sandy still had her hand on my dick, but had turned away, and was now walking forward and pulling me along behind her. Suzy struggled a moment to keep up, and she had to grab my hips to keep me from being pulled too far in front of her. Without pausing, Sandy climbed up the stairs and stepped out of the water. She was still pulling me along, and as the three of us left the pool, Suzy came up close behind me and I was sandwiched between the two girls. We reached the loungers and Sandy loosened her grip and slid her hand up and off my dick. She turned around to face me and Suzy stepped off to the side. "Well Michael," said Suzy, "for being our Fuzzy-Wuzzy Bear, you are pretty fun to play with." She started to giggle softly. She looked down at my dick, reached to grab the tip, and shook it slightly. "I think we should call this our Fuzzy-Wuzzy Bear! What do you think Sandy?"

"Fuzzy-Wuzzy bear it is then," Sandy laughed. "And I think Fuzzy-Wuzzy Bear needs some oil so he doesn't get too much sun. You better put some on him Michael." She handed me the bottle, and I began to spread it over my skin. I quickly covered my face and arms, continuing on to cover my chest and back. I added more oil to my hands and rubbed them over my legs. The girls had brought their own lotion, and I was busy watching them just as they were watching me. They were careful to cover everywhere the sun might shine, and they were paying special attention to the areas along the edges of their suits. I could see clearly as their fingers slipped under the borders of the fabric to reach the skin underneath. I was wishing it were my hands putting the lotion on their skin, and imagining what it would feel like under my fingers. As they were finishing, I was just beginning to work on my ass and dick. I squeezed a good amount of the oil into my hand, rubbed them together, and then slid them down both sides of my dick. The girls had finished, and were sitting on the end of a lounger watching me intently. I slid my hands down around my balls and massaged them gently, before gripping my dick and sliding my hands up and off the end. I stroked the shaft several times, pulling it away from my body so it was pointed at Sandy and Suzy, and alternating my hands. When my dick and balls were thoroughly covered, I added more oil to my hands and turned to face away from my audience. Bending forward slightly, I ran my hands down between my cheeks and then spread them outward to cover my skin. I slid my hands back to the center, moved them higher, and then spread them outward again. When my cheeks were covered, I slid the fingers of my right hand down the middle again until my fingertips reached my anus. I spread the oil back and forth across the sensitive skin, making sure it was well oiled. I turned around again to face the girls, and asked them if they thought I was properly covered by now.




The Journey Ch. 02



Katarina woke the next morning warm and comfortable, and then she remembered what happened. She was slightly disoriented when she felt someone beneath her and a heart beating right under her ear. Her eyes snapped open and she looked up to see Brian's face. It was he whom she was lying on so comfortably. She felt gratitude for the man as she watched him sleeping peacefully. Then she paid attention to her own body. The intense pain from the previous night had gone down immensely. She only felt a slight discomfort. Her private area also didn't feel like it had the night before, she was very glad she no longer ached in pain there. Katarina stretched sleepily then nestled her head back down on Brian's chest. Brian woke then and brushed his fingers along her cheek. She looked up at him with her soulful blue eyes that melted his heart.

"How do you feel?" He asked.

"Much better, thank you for staying with me." She said and broke eye contact, blushing a little.

"It was the least I could do." He said softly.

They both just laid there. Neither wanting to break the physical contact that brought such comfort to them both. But Brian knew he should go, even though he didn't want to.

"I should let you rest in your own bed." He said while sitting up and bringing her up with him. Katarina nodded and Brian picked her up and carried her to her bed. It was then that she noticed that he had redressed her in comfortable clothes, and that she wasn't wearing a bra anymore. She blushed furiously and tried to hide it. Brian noticed and apologized. "I took the liberty of making you more comfortable. I didn't think that sleeping in your good clothes was very comfortable and I didn't want anything else to add to your discomfort."

"It's all right. Thank you for being so nice to me." She said softly.

He set her down on her bed and his arms lingered around her for a moment longer than was necessary. He placed a slip of paper with his name and number on her bedside table. "In case you ever need anything." He said. "I am glad that you feel better, your injuries are very small and will heal quickly." He paused in the doorway of her room. He inclined his head to her in a small bow then let himself out.

....

Over the next few days Katarina healed. Physically she was almost back to normal. But mentally she was still a little unsteady. Almost every night she had nightmares that had her waking in a cold sweat and tears in her eyes. After a few days of this and her friends and coworkers asking if anything was wrong she decided call Brian.

"Brian? It's Katarina." She said when he answered.

"Katarina hello!" He said; glad to hear her voice again.

"I was wondering if I could see you sometime." She said meekly.

"Of course." He could tell by her voice that she was troubled but decided not to pursue the issue over the phone. They set when they were going to meet then hung up.

Brian picked her up at her house the next evening. He took her to a nice quiet restaurant where they talked about everything except what was wrong. When they were leaving Brian took her hand and asked quietly. "Katarina there is something bothering you. Would you like to tell me?"

Katarina nodded and looked up at him sadly.

Brian squeezed her hand. "I'll take you home."

When they got back to her house Brian waited patiently in the living room while she changed out of her dress into comfortable clothes. Then she came in and sat opposite him. She just sat there for a moment, looking down at her tightly clasped hands.

"Katarina, tell me what is wrong." Brian said, even though he knew.

"Ever since....that night a few days ago." Katarina began shakily. "I haven't been right since. I'm constantly thinking about it, and I have nightmares every night. I feel like I've been shattered on the inside." Then she began to cry.

Brian quickly went to her side and gathered her in his lap. "You have been shattered, little bird. That's what he wanted to do. Shatter your will and possess you. But he didn't possess you and the pieces can be put back together. You feel like you can never trust again and you'll never be yourself again. You feel that because of what he did to you the things that made you, you have been torn away, leaving jagged little fragments of who you used to be." He tilted her head back and looked into her eyes as if he was seeing into her very soul. He saw her realize what he was saying as the tears began to slowly trickle down her cheeks. He gently wiped them away and cradled her. "Oh sweet little bird, you may feel broken but those pieces can be put back together again. Will you trust me and let me help you heal?"

She looked up at him with her soulful eyes and he saw the faintest change in them. "I can try?" She said softly.

He pulled her close so her head was resting on his chest and he rested his cheek against the top of her head.

"Trying is very good. Trust me Katarina, and I promise that you will never be hurt like that again. I will protect you."

Katarina lifted her head to look at him and saw his promise and love that he could not hide reflected in his eyes. "Ok. What happens now?"

He thought for a brief second then smiled.

"How about a movie? You choose, and I'll go make us some tea."

Katarina smiled and went to choose a movie as he went to make the tea.

"What are we watching?" He asked as he came back with two mugs of tea.

"The Phantom of the Opera." She said with a smile and settled into the couch.

He sat next to her but not too close, he wasn't sure how much she was ready for yet, and he felt a bit awkward.

Katarina snuggled into the couch after she had finished her tea. Brian very much wanted to pull her close to him and snuggle with her. But he stayed in his spot. He wasn't really watching the movie anymore but watching her out of the corner of his eye. He watched her lips move as she silently sang with the music. He smiled. She was stretched out a bit resting against the arm of the couch. One of her feet barely touched his thigh. He made a decision and lightly placed his hand on her ankle. She sighed and he felt her foot rest against his thigh completely. The skin on her ankle was cold to the touch.

"Are you cold?" He asked.

She nodded.

Brian motioned with his hands and grabbed a blanket. "Come here." He said softly.

She sat up and cuddled into his arms. He tucked the blanket around her then wrapped his arms around her while stretching out to his full length on the couch. She was lying on the couch sideways while he was on his back. Her head rested on his chest and she sighed, almost in relief. The movie was just over halfway and she was finding it difficult to keep her eyes open. Katarina finally gave in and closed her eyes, sighing deeply, and she fell asleep.

Brian had watched her fight the losing battle with sleep and was smiling now. He slowly disentangled himself from her and stood up, taking her gently in his arms. He carried her to bed and tucked her in and smoothed the hair back from her face. He tenderly kissed her forehead, then went back to the living room. He turned off the movie and made a bed for himself on the couch. Brian was worried about her being alone tonight. He knew that she was thinking a lot about what had happened. Brian was determined that she wouldn't have to think about that ever again.

....

Brian woke with a start sometime later. He was only slightly awake so he was a bit dazed. But he snapped wide awake when he heard her.

"No please, please let me go. No, no please! Don't!" Katarina cried out.

He was in her room and by her side in an instant.

"Katarina wake up." He said firmly and gently shook her shoulder.

Katarina cried out again then sat up as she woke. She was breathing heavily and was a bit confused. She was shaking, and then she began to sob uncontrollably.

Brian gathered her in his arms and held her close.

"Shh it's all right." He crooned. "It was just a dream. You are safe here with me."

She clung to him tightly and sobbed into his chest. He made a quick decision, a way he knew would comfort her. He stroked her hair and in his beautiful deep voice he began to sing.

"Night time sharpens, heightens each sensation 

Darkness stirs and wakes imagination

Silently the senses abandon their defenses."

He sang to her "The Music of the Night" from The Phantom of the Opera. He knew that it was her favorite song from the musical. By the time he finished the song she had calmed and quieted.

"Do you need to talk about it?" He asked quietly.

"It's the same every time." She said, her voice trembling. "Everything that happened to me replaying in my head."

"Tell me what happened in that room, every detail. Let it all out."

Katarina told him everything that happened from the moment she had met the Dom. She was crying softly when she finished. He held her a little tighter and his jaw was clenched in anger.

"Oh God, the way he touched me." Katarina cried into his chest, almost hysterically. "I can still...feel his hand there and how it hurt! Then the crop! I have never felt anything that hurt so badly! I...I told him things, fantasies I had, before this happened. I think he took some of those fantasies as things I wanted, how could he misunderstand so much! I can't bear it any longer! I'm not who I used to be, and he's killed who I was, I don't know...I don't know!" She made to move away from him and start pacing hysterically.

"No, no, no." Brian said softly and brought her back to him again. "Hush, don't think like that. I promised you that you will be better again someday. It just takes time and gentle healing. He cannot and will not hurt you again, little bird, I will see to that." Brian knew he needed to show her what a kind Dom was like to get this one out of her head, but he also knew she wasn't ready for that yet.

He lay down with her cradling her close.

"God to sleep now, I'll be right here, you will be safe."

Katarina had exhausted herself crying and it was very late. She easily fell asleep with him at her side.

He sighed deeply but couldn't sleep. His mind was churning with thoughts on how to help her.



The Journey Ch. 02



(You may want to read The Journey before reading this so you will know the background of Tom/Tonya and Jason.  These stories are a combination of real life and fiction.  Thanks for sharing your comments.)



Tonya was content as she stretched across Jason's lap.  She had given Jason a long slow blow job and now Jason was rubbing his sissy slut's smooth ass as she purred and moaned enjoying the gentle caress.  Tonya had visited Jason 4 times over the last 3 months.  Each session had been better than the last.

The sessions always involved Tonya worshiping Jason's cock.  Tonya enjoyed pleasing her man and had learned how to use her tongue in just the right places to please him more each time.  She had to admit that her mouth and throat sometimes got a little sore from the long worship sessions but she knew that as a sissy she had no right to complain.  The moment that Jason shot his cum into her mouth always made the slight discomfort worth it and Jason always complimented his sissy slut on a job well done.  This made Tonya feel extra appreciated and very feminine.

Tonya's submissiveness and femininity were two traits that Jason wanted to encourage in Tonya.  He told her he expected her to always remain smooth and she was to also work on rounding her ass to make it more feminine and pleasing to men.  She researched online and had found a few exercises that actually produced a more rounded ass.  She delighted in the pictures that Jason asked her to take when she was required to wear panties to work.  She was proud when he would tell her how much more girly her ass was becoming.

Tonya loved to purchase new outfits to please Jason.  She had several sexy mini dresses and had even purchased a French Maid's outfit and a sexy school girl's uniform as Jason had requested.  Jason also asked her to go the Anna Malice sissy hypnosis blog site and watch as many sissy training videos as possible.  Tonya was spending more and more time watching these videos and was unknowingly being brainwashed into becoming more and more of a sissy slut.

As much as Tonya enjoyed the sessions with Jason, it was growing more difficult to leave them each time. The day or two she was able to be Tonya and be Jason's sissy slut slave seemed to be the existence she wanted full time.  Jason insisted that Tonya spend more and more time in her CB-6000 chastity device.  Even though Tonya loved stroking her clitty she knew it was more important to obey her man than pleasure herself.  Besides, the butt plugs that Jason asked her to wear were becoming as much or more of a pleasure center than her clitty.

One of Tonya's favorite activities when she was at Jason's was to be bound on a bench with her medium sized vibrating butt plug in while worshiping Jason's cock.  Sometimes Jason would put headphones on Tonya with a voice droning on about being a sissy slave and worshiping cock.  This would create an image in Tonya's mind that her place was to be a totally feminized sissy whose purpose it was to please her Master.  Only once each session would Tonya be allowed to cum and that was only when she had something in her pussy.  It might be one of her plugs, a dildo, or the ultimate pleasure of Jason's cock. Of course she would always be expected to lick up any sissy juice and thank Jason for allowing her to cum.

Jason continued to put Tonya in various types of bondage during their sessions. Spread eagle, hog ties, arms bound behind and several others became common place with Tonya either being fucked or pleasuring Jason with her mouth.  Sometimes if Jason were tired, he would simply bind her and put a series of sissy training videos on while a vibrating plug tickled her pussy.

Tonya knew that Jason was a really considerate Dom and was developing her sissy slut slave capabilities and desires to the next level.  This turned out to be a life changing development for Tonya.  Even though she knew she should be satisfied with a session with Jason every month or so, she had an overwhelming compulsion to live the life of a true sissy slave. She wanted to totally transform her body and not have to wear wigs and fake breast forms. She was tired of shaving her face and body. She wanted to be extremely feminine and sexy all the time and make her man proud.

Tonya knew (or thought she knew) that Jason was a middle class older guy that was content to use Tonya every month or two.  Even though she would discuss her fantasy of being feminized and truly enslaved as a permanent sissy, she figured that Jason didn't have the means or the desire to make that a reality.  Of course Tonya still led the life of Tom the vast majority of time and really had no idea how a 24 x 7 situation would work for her either.  All she knew is that it was occupying more and more of her thoughts every day.

She spent nearly all her non-work time on sissy sites or sites that catered to sissies and dominants.  She felt slutty when she would strike up an online chat with another Dom.  She loved to show off her sexy pictures, many that were taken during the sessions with Jason.  Some were just her in her many sexy outfits while others displayed her bound and using her talented mouth or ass.  When she was not wearing her CB-6000, Tonya would stroke her clitty while chatting with these dominant men.  Some were obviously just amateurs or wannabes but once in a while one would be very tuned in to what drove Tonya's obsession.

There was one particular guy that had a relatively new profile on Collarme.  He was supposedly very wealthy and lived on an island off the coast of Mexico.  His name was John and Tonya began to tell him of her fantasies of becoming a fully feminized and transformed shemale sissy slave.  He told her that he had long wanted to own one for himself.  The chats became more frequent and Tonya began to think maybe this was a guy that could truly take her fantasy to reality.  They agreed to meet in Las Vegas and he would pay for her trip and they would spend 3 days together and if all went well then he would be taking over her life for good.  He spoke of knowing doctors that knew how to feminize men to women.  In fact he sent some before and after photos that really made Tonya excited.  These guys weren't even as attractive as Tom was and yet once the surgeons had done their magic they became beautiful sexy shemales.

Of course Jason and Tonya continued e-mailing one another and she certainly didn't want him to know that she had developed a new online romance with a wealthy dominant who desired his own sexy shemale bimbo slut.

Finally the trip to Vegas was planned.  Tonya packed as many sexy dresses and lingerie as could fit into her bag.  She still hated that she had to rely on wigs and breast forms but hopefully that would soon be coming to an end if all went well with John.  



The Journey Ch. 02



Author's note: You may want to read The Journey -- Ch 01 to get into the loop. And if you are looking for a quickie, this is not the story for you. 

Certain terms of endearment used are Indian -- Masi (the term for mother's sister), Nana (mother's father).

For the rest, happy reading -- and do vote. That what we write for. 

*

The plane descended after hovering over Delhi for the good part of a half hour.

"They still have four landing strips! Just four goddamn landing strips for rush hour plane traffic! With the third largest economy in the world and they still behave like a fucking third world country," Jai said. 

Indian infrastructure was a pet peeve with Jai -- Bobby's dad, and one of these days his blood vessels would burst while he cursed it. 

"Smile Jai, we are home," Nina said as she batted her eyelashes and smiled.

When he didn't, she put her fingers on the corners of his lips and then stretched them upwards. That did the trick. Nina always knew what to do with him. She truly dominated him by the sheer force of her charm.

Bobby looked at his mother. It wasn't just his father who was under her spell, she ruled over all the people in her life with her charm.

After the incident yesterday night -- day before yesterday -- Bobby corrected himself, Nina had not met him alone. When he had woken up, she had gone shopping alone and arrived only an hour before they were due to leave for the airport in Frankfurt. In the flight, she had insisted Jai sit next to her so both mother and son sat separated by their father.

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A week passed by in their family mansion in Delhi without incident. 

The Family welcomed them like a long lost tribe -- with milk and honey and a stifling dose of love. For a few days he lost himself in it, in walks with his grandfather to the gardens of the gigantic Humayun tomb in the mornings, to roaming the malls and checking out the chicks in the evening and nights spent eating out with his cousins or grooving in clubs. 

Bobby had resigned himself to think that what had happened between him and his mother was an accident, and nothing would ever happen between them again. But that night in Frankfurt would return to haunt him night after night. He would wake up to a feverish lust at night and no amount of jacking off could satiate it. 

Nina was now always surrounded by females of the family, catching up on gossip and giggling, seriously discussing fashion and jewellery. She seemed even more beautiful than before if that were possible. Punjabi women were hot -- being of Persian stock, they are known for their extraordinary beauty but his mother held her own amongst the lot. 

Bobby would look at her longingly as she would talk, smile, touch and laugh, fantasizing even as he stood watching her. He was watching her pink lips, fantasizing how sensual they would feel wrapped around his cock when a voice startled him.

"She's beautiful." 

He turned around to see Mohit, his cousin whose room he now shared. Bobby composed himself and said: "What's the plan for tonight?"

"Nothing, but join me if you want to play tennis."

"I don't play tennis."

"But you wouldn't mind watching some cool chicks in short skirts, would you?"

Bobby shook his head dumbly. He couldn't possibly tell his cousin that his mom was the only 'chick' on his mind for now -- one who overshadowed his existence.

"Tag along then."

*********************

"You know, we went for a holiday to Phuket in Thailand in winter?" Mohit asked Bobby as they walked towards the tennis club nearby.

"I heard."

"There I saw a completely different side of mom -- one I had never imagined existed."

Mohit turned to look at Bobby meaningfully.

"I saw mom wear swimsuits, tiny itsy-bitsy ones that would make any red-blooded male's cock spring to attention."

Bobby tried to picture aunt Brinda -- Mohit's mom in a swim suit. She had a sexy face which shone with good living all the time and with a motherly smile and intense dark eyes. She was also a full-figured woman with the proverbial Brazilian butt. Yes, she would look mouth-wateringly good.

"See? I can see the glassy look in your eyes," Mohit sneered. "Yes, she looked like what you imagine and even better."

"My cock didn't get any rest the entire trip. There were beautiful girls and women all around and man! Phuket is full of chicks looking for a lay. But all I could think of was mom." 

Bobby smiled but said nothing. 

"Moms are something else. There will be other beautiful women but your own mother ..... there's no enchantress in the world who a boy could lust for more than his own mother," Mohit said. Wise words -- but Mohit was always the wise one. 

"You are in the same pickle, aren't you?" Mohit nudged him with a sneer.

"A bit," Bobby said, smiling sheepishly.

"Get all the chances you can man."

"Anything happen in Phuket?"

"With her?"

"Uh-huh."

"I took her to a disc once -- minus dad, I got drunk, she drank a bit too and just as I got around to touchy-feely, bam! She starts the 'I wanna go back -- I am tired.' Line."

"Discos without dads are probably the best bet to score with moms," Bobby blurted and immediately regretted it. Mohit was not exactly a secret-keeper.

"Sooooooo?" he asked, looking meaningfully at Bobby. "What happened between you two in a disco."

"Oh, I just assumed," Bobby said, "I kinda like your idea, probably gonna use it someday and take it to a disco."

"You do that," Mohit looked at Bobby slyly and said. "And don't forget to tell me what happened. I love your mom."

Bobby punched Mohit's shoulder hard.

*********************

"May I use your bathroom?" Bobby asked as he entered his parents' room one day. His father would never be home before 10 PM, for he worked even in the Delhi office. He was not one to take a day off.

"Do. What's wrong with your bathroom?" Nina asked.

"It's busy. Mohit's using it."

Inside he made appropriate noises of sitting on the toilet seat and shuffled around some. Then he tiptoed quietly to the clothes hamper and found what he was looking for -- his mother's panties. The gusset had old stains but it did not have the strong smell of pussy that he desperately sought. It was almost clean except for a slight smell of sweat. Frustrated, he blew over the gusset and when it was wet enough with vapour, jerked off to an unsatisfactory orgasm.

"How was it?" Nina asked him as he came out of the bathroom, not looking at him as she folded her clothes.

"How was what?" Bobby asked defensively.

"Your dinner with Ankur," Nina turned to look at him. Ankur was an old schoolmate who he had met the previous night. "What else did you think I was asking about?"

"Oh, that. It was good."

Nina smiled at him slyly, giving him her trademark lopsided smile.

"Did you do anything naughty?" she asked him with the smile still on her face.

Bobby shook his head quickly.

"Two young men meet at night and you don't decide to do anything naughty. How lame is that?"

Bobby sighed. This woman would kill him with double entendres. 

"I gotta go, see you later." He slipped out of the room.

"I am going to Anita's house in the evening. You want to come along?" Nina called from inside her room.

Bobby stopped. Anita was the oldest of the Nina's sisters.

"Is Bushy aunty coming too?" he asked.

Bushy -- Bushra was the youngest of the three sisters and Bobby's favorite. She was more a friend to Bobby than an aunt.

Nina laughed. 

"Yes, now is that a yes?"

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Nina and Bobby went to Anita's house in the evening. His dad was busy as usual.

Bushy was already there and she hugged Bobby tightly, crushing her boobs to his chest. She had always hugged him in that way, unmindful of his discomfort after Bobby became a teenager and started having instant erections. She would latch on to him and not leave him even after he struggled to free himself when he feared his erection might touch Bushy. After the hug, Bushy gave him two resounding kisses on both sides of his cheek.

"Look at him," Bushy shrieked in excitement, addressing to no one in particular, "My little baby is all grown up!"

Bushy was easily the prettiest of the three sisters, though his mother was sexier. Bushy was 5'7" with an hourglass figure that was just starting to widen in the middle (but in a sexy way) after she reached her 30s. She had an angelic face with a smooth Mediterranean skin. She reminded him of the Indian actress of yesteryears -- Mumtaz. 

"I am the same as I left a year ago, Bushy masi!" Bobby protested. 

"Not to me, you look all man now!" Bushy said, running her fingers over his chest, "A handsome man, but I am going to miss my little nephew. Oh, why do children grow up?"

"You should be in theatre, Bushy," Anita said, taking Bobby over from Bushy and hugging him tightly. "Let the boy be, all phases of children are wonderful."

The ladies settled down to chatter and Bobby roamed around the house, led around by his adoring little cousins, Anita's eleven year old daughter and Bushy's eight year old son. He soon lost interest in the little ones and came back to the room where the ladies were sitting.

"Have you guys started packing?" Bushy was asking Nina.

"Not yet, the trip is still a week away," Nina answered back.

"I have already started packing. Two light woolens and mostly summer clothes -- the east will still be warm," Anita said.

"Ah, here comes our young male escort," Bushy turned to Bobby, "Are you geared up for the trip? You will be the only young man to look after four old ladies, your Nana and the three young kids."

"Where are we going?" Bobby asked, puzzled.

"Khajuraho and Bandhavgarh!" Bushy said in a high-pitched, excited voice. "We've been planning since almost a month now."

"Not really," Nina said. "It was to be an all girls trip but you guys have just been included."

Bobby gulped. Central India was not exactly his favorite place. It was mostly rural in not a very good way. There was really not much to hold his interest for a city-bird like him.

"Why don't we go to Goa instead?" he asked. Goa would have what he wanted, high-octane clubs, single tourist chicks who he could hit on, bar shacks and the works.

"The tickets are booked, honey," Nina said, "We have been planning the trip since years. You've already been to Goa twice."

"Isn't Dad going? Or the uncles?"

Bushy stood up and walked towards Bobby.

"No men except for you," she said, putting her arms around his neck. "Don't you want to accompany three pretty women along? You won't regret it."

"And one senior citizen and three noisy kids," Anita piped in, "Lots of interesting company."

The three women laughed and Bobby smiled.

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"Keep my bag on your trolley, son," nana said. "You are a strapping young man and you could do with some exercise."

Bobby picked nana's bag and kept it on his already overloaded trolley. This could turn out to be the story of this trip, he knew. Him dragging everyone's bags and chasing kids so they didn't stray.

There were cars to pick them up, courtesy -- Daddy's friends in high places and the ride to Khajuraho was comfortable. Bobby was bundled together with nana and the kids and the women took the other car. Just as well because Bobby caught on with his sleep which he would never have done with the chatter the sisters did. He had got up at 5 in the morning -- probably a record for him, so he needed some sleep.

When they reached Khajuraho, it was almost noon -- a 2 hour ride from the airport. They were left at a clearing in an encampment full of tents. The clearing of the camp was surrounded by a sparse forest. Bobby could smell water nearby -- and one of the staff in the camps confirmed that they had a swimming pool.

"This is for your group," the manager said with a flourish. The camp was apparently divided into separate groups and their group of tents was set apart from the other groups and surrounded by barbed wire to prevent crossing. 

"I'll take this one," little Pia -- Bushy's daughter shouted and went towards a pink tent. Anita's daughter went with her because there would be one tent for the both of them.

"And me, this one," Bushy squealed next, taking the tent in the middle.

Soon everyone had rushed towards tents that took their fancy and only Bobby and Nana were left. They looked at each other unenthusiastically, hoping the other would choose first. The camp manager appeared bewildered by the overenthusiastic behavior of the grown women.

"And that is the place for your own bonfire," the manager said, "As you can see it is shielded from the other camps for privacy, there is a toilet in the corner and there's the barbeque."

Nana nodded his thanks and the manager left with a bow, wishing them a pleasant stay.

"We will have to take the tents on the periphery then at the opposite ends," Nana said, "And me with combat experience ought to take the one where the danger of encroachment is highest."

Bobby almost laughed as nana twirled his handlebar mustache when he said it.

"There's enough security, nana, rest easy."

Bobby went into his tent which was about and ten feet by eight feet with a bed that would about fit him and a steel almirah with a key in it. He unpacked and took out his swimming trunks and towel and walked out. 

His mother was potting around outside her tent. She smiled when she saw him. The tents were well spaced so that each tent had its privacy.

"I am going for a swim," Bobby said to her.

"Where's the pool?" Nina asked, bewildered.

"Not more than 500 metres. I can smell it."

"Well don't be long, we are going to see the temple in about half an hour."

Bobby stopped in his tracks.

"Uh, mom, I uh .... You go to the temple -- it's not my thing, I think I'll pass."

"What?" Bushy said from behind him, as she came out of her tent. "It's not the kind of temple you think it is. This is the temple of love." 

"What's so different about this love temple?"

"You'll see. Its .... Well decide after you see it."

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A guide led their group and a few more from the camp towards the temple through a narrow path in the jungle. Soon they could see a huge ancient building peeking out from the leafy surroundings till they could see the entire temple complex clearly. 

It was a huge temple and the surrounding gardens were beautifully manicured. Groups of tourists hung out all over the temple complex. Though it was not too crowded, it was a change from the wilderness that they had come from.

The guide switched on the mike and spoke into it.

"You can now see the temple in front of you, which is shaped like a huge chariot," the guide intoned as the group moved towards the temple. 

The temple was indeed huge.

"The temple is based on the Kamasutra and it was made by the Chandela king whose mother appeared in his dream after her death and asked him to build a temple dedicating it to love," the guide intoned. 

Nina and Bobby exchanged a glance and then looked hurriedly away, moving on towards the sculptures.

(Fact: The readers should google 'Khajuraho Temple' for more info. The temple was actually made by a son and dedicated to his mother about a thousand years ago. Why a mother would ask a son to build an erotic temple is variously interpreted.) 

"And now, ladies and gentlemen, I will leave you to watch the sculptures undisturbed, for any explanation of it is frivolous and my voice will only make the sensual experience unpleasant," the simply dressed male guide smiled and signed off. The group laughed politely. 

The sculptures were erotic -- ancient pornography at its best. There were sculptures of couples fucking in dog and horse positions, cunnilingus and fellatio, ass eating and fucking, threesomes, foursomes, orgies. Nothing that modern pornography has done was left out. The temple was built on three levels and the sculptures of fornication were spread all over it. 

They were all now separated from each other a little and the three sisters and Uma -- the common friend of theirs who had come along, were giggling now and then.

"Look at that cock," he heard Uma say.

"I wish we could have an orgy like this one," Anita said, "And exchange my husband for a stud for a night of wild fucking."

"Shh..... Nina cautioned. "The kids are not far away."

Surprisingly there were a lot of kids of all ages and they all gawked at the ancient erotic sculptures. Pia and Mehek, Bushy and Anita's daughters were giggling and Amit, Anita's son was gawking. Bobby felt embarrassed. 

There couldn't be a pussy or a cock on the temple which would not be oozing pre-cum and there wouldn't be a head free from thoughts of wild fucking.

Bobby looked at the faces around and saw it. The red color of arousal was visible on every cheek. People taking photographs and drawing sketches of both sexual and non-sexual imagery were only pretending to be busy and unaffected, but most people seemed very affected -- the atmosphere crackled with sexuality.

A blonde who was intently drawing one of the sculptures sensed his eyes on her and looked at him. They smiled at each other self-consciously but not before color rose in their cheeks before Bobby moved on. Even that momentary eye contact felt like an intensely intimate encounter, when surrounded by so much sensuality.

It took them more than an hour to complete the tour of the temple after which they assembled at the point where the guide had been waiting. The sunlight was beginning to fade now. 

"I hope you enjoyed the temple of love. Those of you who would like to see it at leisure can do so again tonight. The full moon fair starts today and will continue the entire week and the temple will remain open till midnight on these days. I assure you, watching these sculptures in the moonlight with your partner will be a whole lot more thrilling then during the day." 

The group applauded politely and then followed the guide back to the camp. 

*****************************

Dinner was served and beer was on the tap in the camp's dining room. The ladies had beer while Nana favored the bottle of Red Label that he had brought with him and poured Bobby two large pegs. 

After dinner, there was a communal bonfire and while grandpa and the kids retired to their enclosure, the four women, and Bobby stayed by the bonfire festivities. A band played music and there was dancing. The crowd was mixed -- almost 50% Indians and the rest were tourists from other parts of the world, mostly European and Japanese.

Uma, Anita and Nina were dancing among themselves and Bushy was flirting with a Dane who had apparently caught her fancy. All four women were wearing sleeveless dresses though it had got a little chilly. 

Bobby's roving eyes saw the blonde girl who he had seen in the temple drawing a sketch. She was sitting with a female friend, wrapped in a shawl and talking animatedly. Almost instinctively, the girl's eyes turned towards him and smiled. He was about to walk up to her when Nina came towards him.

"It's chilly and I forgot to bring my shawl. Will you walk with me to the car park?" she asked Bobby.

"Sure. But why don't you continue dancing while I bring it from the car?"

"No, I feel like a little walk through the woods."

They walked towards the car park which was near the temple.

"It's gorgeous out here," Nina said, breathing deeply as they came out of the woods into the wide clearing which was bathed in moonlight. The temple complex was visible from the clearing and it was completely lit up with floodlights. Stalls selling curios and touristy knick-knacks had been erected on its sprawling premises and a goodly crowd was sifting through what was being sold. 




The Journey Ch. 03



Looking down on her, he hesitates a moment before turning back and proceeding back to the bathroom, finishing dropping the various bottles and other toiletries into the bag. Taking one last look about, he looks for anything he may have missed.

Laying against the bed, her arms tied above her head against the head board, legs tied spread eagle at the foot of the bed, she continues whimpering softly, her tears having ceased, just a soft sniffle every now and then. She looks up to him as she hears him returning from the bathroom, watching as he drops the bag down to the floor beside the suitcase.

Sitting down beside her, he runs a hand the length of her body, his eyes memorizing each curve, each plain of her. 

Lifting his eyes to hers, his voice soft as he inquires, “feeling a little better, pet?” 

Her eyes are wide, having turned a deep emerald green from her tears, she replies to him, her head nodding slightly, “yes.” 

Smiling, he stands, his eyes scanning over her, “you will learn very quickly what is expected from you. You can either make this journey an adventure or you can make this as difficult as you want. The choice is yours how you make the journey, but listen well…this journey you will take and the destination will be the same regardless of the path you decide.” 

Leaning down his face close to her, his hand gently gripping her chin, he continues speaking, the words low, “I will take you and I will have you for as long as it pleases me, make no mistake about that, lil one.” 

Hearing her intake of breath, he smiles, his lips taking her, parting her soft lips with his tongue as kisses her fiercely, his lips ravishing her. 

Pulling away from her, he runs a finger along her jaw, smiling softly as he sees her slide the tip of her tongue against her bottom lip, her lips swollen from the intense kiss. He stands, moving down to her feet, untying the knots holding her, his hands running slowly up the inside of her leg, up to her inner thigh before moving to untie the other leg.

She bites her lip, trying to stay still, commanding her body to remain numb, unresponsive to his touch, but failing miserably. He looks up, seeing the warring emotions running over her facial features, smiling to himself. 

Slowly he moves to the head of the bed, a callused finger trailing over her curves, stopping to circle one rosy nipple as he again speaks, “I am unbinding you so we can be on our way. Are you going to fight me?” 

Looking up to him, her eyes wide, panic showing clearly in the expressive depths, “where are you taking me, I don’t even know you or your name?” 

Smiling to her, he answers her questions, “I told you lil one, I am taking you on a journey and you will know me very well soon enough. As for my name, you will address me as ‘Master’. Nothing more, nothing less. That is all you need to know at this time, pet.”

Too tired to think, let alone fight him any longer, she simply nods her voice soft, “yes.” 

Looking to her, his voice firm, “you will address me as Master at any time I allow you to speak…understand slut?” 

She responds softly, “yes Master” her body tingling as the words are uttered from her mouth, shaking her to the core of her being.

Smiling, he nods to her, working the bonds loose holding her wrists, gently massaging the tender flesh as he removes the ropes, turning each wrist over in turn, pressing a soft kiss to her pulse points. 

Standing he slips one arm behind her head, the other under her knees, picking her up, pressing her close to him. The weight of her barely noticeable as he carries her into the bathroom, letting her legs drop in the shower, holding her there. 

He quickly removes his clothes stepping in with her, turning the water on, the warm crystal water pouring over their bodies. He takes up a sponge, lathering it and proceeds to gently scrub each inch of her, paying special attention to her most erogenous zones. The soapsuds making her silky skin slick, his fingers gently massaging each nipple, gently twisting, making them stand taut. A soft moan escaping her with his administrations, hearing this he slides his hands down each side of her to the apex between her thighs. One hand sliding through to the core of her, gently, almost sensually cleaning, softly scrubbing her clean. Her thighs parting involuntarily, her head tilting back as she loses herself to the sensations. 

Rinsing the suds from her, her turns her around, squirting a small amount of shampoo into his hand, working it into her long mane of hair, his fingertips massaging her scalp, working the luxurious foam throughout the length of her tresses. Taking the hand held showerhead he methodically starts rinsing the suds, lifting the heavy mass as the water streams, the suds running down her arched back. 

Confident that her hair is squeaky clean, he places one hand on her belly, slowly pushing her back so that she is bent at the waist, her heart shaped ass facing him. Soaping his hands again, he slowly pushes a finger against her rosebud, pushing against the virgin hole, slowly working the tip of his finger against her. She whimpers softly, her back arching as she feels him trying to invade her where no other man has. 

Talking in soft muted tones, his hand slowly running up and down her back as he continues to press the finger against the tight entrance, feeling her body slowly starting to relax. He continues pushing, finally the first knuckle of his finger disappearing inside her, he holds it there, allowing her to become accustomed to the feel, his hand still sliding over her back, his voice in gentle soothing tones, telling her to relax. He keeps gently pushing, drawing the finger back and forth, gaining a little more entrance as she continues to relax. 

Finally, he slides his whole finger in, feeling her muscles clench tightly as he holds it there for a moment, allowing her to relax a bit more. Slowly he thrusts his finger in and out, increasing the pace as he hears her breathing become erratic. He slides out from her, reaching to a bottle and tube, slowly inserting the tube in her ass, pushing warm water into her. He feels her tense as soon as the water is pressed into her, he continues speaking to her in soft tones, telling her that she is being cleaned both inside and out. 

Feeling that she has enough of the warm water inside her, he withdraws the tube, replacing it with his finger once again, holding the water inside her. His finger remains deep inside her as he reaches his other hand to her, his thumb and forefinger gently rolling her clit, lightly pinching it, feeling it become engorged. The water streaming over them, rinsing any remaining suds from her. 

Removing his finger, he gently pushes her in the direction of the toilet, his tones soft but authoritative as he tells her to expel the water from inside her. He remains under the warm waterfall of water, quickly scrubbing himself, giving her a few minutes of privacy this one time. 

Turning to look at her, he stretches his hand out to her, bringing back under the water to finish her bathing. He leaves her standing under the water as he gets out, quickly toweling himself off. Then reaching for a fresh bath sheet, pulling her gently to him, raising her arms as he pats her skin dry, working from top to bottom, covering each inch of her as he dries her. Leaving her hair for last as he tenderly works the snarls from her hair, taking long slow strokes of the comb, patting the water left dripping.

He leads her back into the bedroom, setting her down on the edge of the bed, lifting each well-toned leg as he smoothes lotion over the silky skin. Slowly massaging it in, working his fingers over her from the tip of her painted toes to the insides of her upper thighs. Squeezing more lotion into his hand, he rubs it in between the palms of his hands, warming it with his body heat before moving to her. Again, he smoothes the lotion over her, covering each curve, each hill and valley on her perfect form. His hands gently cupping her breasts, slowly massaging the lotion in, her nipples standing erect against his palm. Her body relaxed, pliable in his hands, soft mewling sounds escaping her gently parted lips as she succumbs to his attentions. 

Rising, he retrieves a gauzy sundress along with a pair of strappy sandals that he had set aside. Moving back to her he slips the sandals over her feet, securing them before slipping the dress over her head, letting it fall over her. 

She looks up to him, her voice soft and husky, inquiring, “what about a bra, Master?” 

Smiling, hearing her use of Master, he responds “not today, I want you as natural as possible…no panties, no bra, nothing to shield you from me, lil one.” 

Nodding softly, she responds, “yes Master”. 

The feeling of letting him take control, feeling so secure, her body never feeling as relaxed as it is now, her mind flowing with her body with no disputes.

Taking her hands in his, he pulls up to a standing position from the bed, leading her to the dresser drawers, gently pushing her to lean over. She glances over her shoulder, wondering what he is doing, hearing him fumbling with something. Lifting the hem of her dress over her hips, he gently pulls the two firm globes apart, his boot kicking her legs wider. She gasps, feeling something cold against her rose bud and then a pressure. 

He talks to her softly; telling her he is starting her anal training and what she is feeling is a small butt plug. All the while he is speaking to her, he is continuing to apply steady pressure, easing the lubed plug against her tight hole. 

“You will wear this until we come to our destination and then it will be removed, once you have become accustomed to this size, I will gradually increase each size until you are sufficiently trained to receive me. Do you understand lil one?” 

Her head nodding slightly, she whispers, “yes Master” feeling the pressure against her, trying to relax as much as possible. 

Smiling as he hears her, he gently pushes the rest of the plug inside, talking to her softly as he feels her tense. “You need to hold this with your muscles, keeping it inside you. If you push it out or let it slide out, I will be very upset, understand pet?” 

Again, she softly responds, “yes Master.” 

Dropping the dress back down, he takes her hand, again leading her back to the bed. “I am going to take your things down to the car, grab a few more things and then we will be on our way.” 

Looking at her, her lifts her chin, cradling it in the palm of his hand, her grip slowly tightening as he goes on, “I know that you are scared, unsure of things, but now that I have you, I will never let you go. Don’t repeat what you tried to do early, you will never escape me and your punishment will be more severe if you attempt anything like that again. Do I make myself clear?” 

Her eyes wide, lost in his, she slowly nods, her voice barely above a whisper, “yes Master.” 

Smiling down to her, her kisses her, pressing her tightly against his hard chest, his lips gentle but relentless against her, taking her breath. Her breath ragged after he releases her, her heart pounding madly as she watches him turn and leave with the bags.

He quickly makes his way down to the car, arranging the bags in the trunk and then going back into her apartment, gathering up a few other items and taking them back to the car. Finally satisfied he has gotten everything needed; he goes back to her. Finding her sitting exactly where he had left her, a soft aura surrounding her. He leans against the doorway, watching her a few moments before going to her, taking her hand and leading her down to the car.

Opening the door for her, he assists her getting into the car, his hands holding the hem of her skirt up as she sits down against the cool leather interior. 

Looking up to him as she feels the leather against her bare skin, he answers her unspoken question, “you will always raise your skirt or dress when sitting down, your knees will be held slightly apart, your hands resting with your palms facing up, your lips slightly parted. I will expect this done each and every time now that I have told you what I expect, if not you will be punished, understand pet?” 

Looking up to him, confusion showing in her eyes, she nods slightly, her voice holding a questioning tone “yes Master.” 

Not able to contain her question, she blurts out, “what is the purpose Master?” 

Smiling softly, knowing her curiosity is getting the best of her, he responds, “the manner in which you will be seated will give me full access to you at all times. This will remind you at all times that I am your Master and you are my slave…nothing will be withheld from me, lil one.”

Closing the car door firmly, he slips into the driver’s seat, the engine roaring as the car speeds off.



The Journey Ch. 03



Zeke squeaked almost like a little girl, leaping to his feet, only to slam his head into the underside of the fairly large dish. The huge thump of Zeke's skull upon the dish had been preceded by two simple words. "Hi there." He had turned to see a face hanging upside down from the lip of the concave cavern formed by the satellite dish and the sand, a grin upon it the size of Atlantis Prime Space Station. Panicked, he fumbled for his rifle, and fired wildly, trying to bring it to bear. He ended up ducking himself as the bullets ricocheted off the metal dish and slammed into the sand around him in the confined area. The face disappeared quite quickly. As the ringing in his ears from the gunshots subsided, Zeke began to wonder if he had imagined the face entirely. It didn't return. Thirst-induced hallucinations? But then he heard a voice.

"I'm sorry to scare you. Can I come down?" said the disembodied voice. Silence greeted the voice. "Um....you alright down there?"

Still silence.

"Habla Englez?" Val tried again. "Parlez vous Francais?" 

"Just stick your head down again, bugger. I dare you.", snarled Zeke. He was embarassed, angry at himself. That squeal...and his poor head. This sandfly wasn't going to live long enough to laugh about it.

Val hadn't really gotten a good look, in the second or two he had looked over the lip of the dish, but he had seen enough to determine that this fellow was seriously abnormal. His black "skin" couldn't be called skin at all, but was rather black scale plates, one over the other, shiny like a beetle's carapace. These plates continued down his neck, and under his jacket, suggesting they covered the entire body. Val had seen some extensive modifications before, but this took the cake. His "Hi there" and friendly smile had been to determine whether this fellow was even human. Some people up there were still convinced that space really could not be as lonely as it seemed, and that contact would be made eventually...unless of course they looked at what had been done to the planet and decided humanity was best left alone. Val had come to a realization, with regards to this, or rather a question. If people kept modifying themselves, beneficial or not, extensively or not, how was one to recognize the alien? They could very well be among the populace. However, without significant proof otherwise, Val thought it best to follow that old adage, the one that said if you found a hoofprint on the ground, you probably should be looking for horses, and not zebras. The saying was kind of moot now, the only places that horses survived these days was on the Australian continent, and as far as he knew, zebras, forget it. Nonetheless, the premise was sound. The guy was human, at least originally. He spoke in a recognisable tongue, walked on two feet, and had a decidedly disagreeable temperament, at least when startled. Sounded human to him. Not that he wouldn't be shot on sight by most of the primitives on the planet. Val mentally kicked himself. Just being in the proximity of a fellow orbital and he was falling back into old habits. He had basically called his new brethren primitives. He would have to be careful, and of more than just bullets.

"Look, sir...I don't appreciate being shot at. I came to offer my assistance. I have a little bit of water, not much, but a little.", called Val. The water had been planned as an ace in the hole, rather than an initial offering, but the skittish (and violent) reaction of this black-carapaced creature had made him fairly certain that little else was going to pique his interest.

Zeke blinked, and his lips opened, the idea of water bringing his parched tongue out once more to attempt to moisten equally dry, chapped lips. This fellow didn't speak like an Atlantean. He didn't speak like a primitive either. His accent was hard to place. Freelance? No, Atlantis Enterprises would prefer to keep this matter in house. Unless this person was just the spotter. He slid back further into the hole, and began piling a ridge of sand ahead of him, to provide a modicum of cover. "Throw in your radio, and your weapons, and then we'll talk."he called.

There was a moment's hesitation. "Got no radio.", came the reply. "And if you really want, I can throw in my spears and blades. That's all I got."

"You expect me to believe that?" growled Zeke.

"Not if you're as paranoid as you sound. Maybe everyone is out to get you. I personally wouldn't know. There must be some reason you're out here without water." 

"Who says I haven't got water?" Zeke cursed as his voice rasped and squeaked.

"Me. I've been watching a couple of days."

"So you are a spotter.", spat Zeke. "Where's your team?"

"Who said anything about being a spotter? You would have spotted a spotter. You looked behind and around you often enough." Actually, Val wasn't at all certain that was true. Despite his many glances backwards, and around, the man had seemed fairly oblivious to his surroundings. Awareness came with experience, and experience came out of necessity. To the untrained eye, the desert seemed almost never-ending, and unchanging. The dunes would give way to barren dirt, and then sand once more, but to all appearances, despite shifts made by the wind, the desert usually appeared pristine, untouched. Even the glassy crater created by that nuke was likely almost gone now, unless of course this man was right and there was pursuit. Then the area was likely being combed by men in orange space suits, those triple triangle symbols blinking in the sun. However, flattery couldn't hurt in this situation, by appealing to the man's sense of accomplishment in staying alive this long, and also, the more skilled this fellow thought Val to be, the better. Respect had to be mutual, or this situation could fast become ugly.

I suppose that's true, I was looking." grunted Zeke. "But that doesn't mean I have any reason to trust you."

"I'd just throw down the water, but you might think it was a grenade or something.", Val called back, digging in his backpack. 

"Bah...if you had a grenade, ya woulda used it by already. Unless you get a bigger bounty by bringin' me in in one piece. Either way, I'll trust it isn't a grenade." 

"Not tossing all of it, sir. This canteen is nearly empty, but it's more than you got, and it's enough to show good faith. I'm not giving up my supply to a voice in the ground. Incoming!" Val quickly let his arm swing over the lip of the satellite dish, and tossed the canteen into the darkness underneath. "Drink slow! If you puke it up, or spill it, I will have to kill you. Can't afford that kind of waste out here."

Zeke paused, having just been about to guzzle it. He conceded the guy up there probably had a point, and took a deep breath, and forced himself to take a small sip, ignoring the pangs his two stomachs gave, demanding more. His stomachs clenched so hard, that he wondered a moment if it was poison...but then it eased, and he was able to pull down some more of the liquid he had been desperately needing. "Thanks. Name? I'm Zeke, though if you're out here for me, you probably already know that."

"Had no clue. I'm not." Val stated simply. "I'm out here for me, and my name is Val. I've been down here for a while."

"Out here?" 

"Hell no...though I'd say any time out here is long enough. I meant on the ground, planet-side." "You got that right" said Zeke, referring to time spent in the desert.

"Can I come down?" asked Val. "I'm baking up here."

"Okay...but you do it like this. Step out from the lip there, facing away from me, and walk away. Then turn back when I say, hands out-stretched, and empty. When you reach the opening, crawl forward, so I can see your hands the whole way down."

"You're not a murdering bastard, are you?" said Val casually, as he stepped down from the lip as instructed. 

"Only on Mondays, before my soy caf."

"It's not Monday is it?"

"You know what? I've lost track. Guess you'll have to take your chances.", chuckled Zeke. _______________________________________ Her scream echoed off the walls. The man at the door yanked his hand back and cowered, hunched against the wall, looking more startled than Angela. 

"No, no, no....must not scream...silence, silence...quiet is safe...silence golden. Rabbit says so. Rabbit says run. Rabbit says hide. He says grab the girl, if I must. I must. I must...must take sister with me." said the man.

The man's voice was monotone, but rapid, betraying a hint of urgency. The cadence was familiar, and Angela blinked in surprise. Clutching herself, covering her breasts and body as best she could, she immediately stopped screaming, and looked at him. "Michael? Mikey? Is it really you?" she whispered, her voice incredulous.

He clutched at the wall, as if afraid to let go. "Michael...yes...Michael. Rabbit too. Michael wouldn't go without Angie. Angie takes care of Michael. Rabbit says..."

"Who the hell is Rabbit?" Angela stepped forward, reaching out, momentarily forgetting her nudity in her consternation at her brother's odd behaviour. 

"For fuck sake, bitch! Put some clothes on!" shouted Michael, looking at her with sudden malice, straightening to stare into her eyes, in a manner that was certainly not in keeping with her brother's timid demeanor. There was a hint of lasciviousness under the impatience and scorn she saw in his gaze. None of these expressions were familiar to her. "We gotta move, and if you think some ditzy blonde is going to slow us down, you got another thing coming."

She stood there, staring, mouth open. Michael suddenly hunched back against the wall, looking forlorn and miserable, the outburst over almost as soon as it had started. "No...no, no,no....don't be angry. Don't hurt Angie...don't hurt me...don't....don't..." he muttered as if to himself.

"I'll get dressed Michael, I'll keep moving...it's okay. It will all be okay...I don't want to be here anymore than I have to either..." she whispered soothingly, her mind in turmoil. She didn't understand what was happening, with her brother, with waking up in this nightmare, any of it. The only thing she was certain of was that her brother was here, and he was distressed. She hated seeing him upset. "Where are my clothes, Michael? Or any clothes in general? I'd prefer my own stuff, but..."

An impatient, angry look crossed her brother's features a moment, but Michael's nervous, somewhat slack-jawed countenance quickly took over. "Michael knows...follow Michael..." he whispered, and inched his way out the door, his hand trailing along the wall, leaning into it. He began to mutter to himself under his breath, scratching softly at the back of his head. Angela followed, and caught a glimpse of metal under his mane of dark hair, as his fingers dug and itched. An implant of some sort, she realized. "Third level, storage facility 3711...3711...down two and left....left....two doors...third door on right..." muttered Michael. He would repeat this like a litany, several times over, as he walked.

"He never gets lost, your brother." said Michael...or at least, the voice came from him. His hand left the wall, and he straightened. "He has an eye for detail that amazes even me. One look at a map, and it's all there for him."

Angela's breathing stopped. The voice was her brother's, but the utter calm, the clear, smooth delivery, it was definitely not her brother. Even before the accident, he had never been this cool and collected. He was relaxed, confident, but there was a tension that ran under the surface, as if violence might run under the surface. This was not Michael. 

"You're right. Angela, is it? I'm not him. I know you can tell, and I can tell it scares you." he said, his voice slow and measured. "I can't do much about that. I can tell you I'm stuck with him, though. And he's stuck with me. Better get used to it. Do you know that the damage done to his brain was minimal? A pathway here...a neuron there. Nothing really repairable, unless surgery and cybernetics have advanced a bit while we slept...but also nothing that couldn't be worked around. You can't get back what was lost, but...you can make new connections, if you have the experience."

Angela had frozen in her tracks, her arms instinctively going to cover her nakedness from this stranger in her brother's body. The weirdness of the situation was more than a little over-whelming. She gazed at the familiar form of her brother, as he stopped ahead of her, but didn't turn. She realized that she was waiting for something...perhaps for her brother to suddenly morph into some horrific predator, some nightmare that was going to turn around and feed on her soul.

"This is a dream, isn't it?" asked Angela, perhaps more to herself. "I mean...all of this...it's so goddamn surreal. You're my brother...but you're not. These gray corridors, the blinking lights on the coffins...they belong in an old science fiction movie...right down to these pale, flashing hallway lights...maybe that first one by George Lucas...what was it called?"

"I think you must mean THX 1138..." he said, a little impatience in his voice. "And if you think this is a dream, then by all means stay here. Just to up the creep factor, I could turn around and ogle you a bit. I'm not your brother, after all. But then, he might get confused. If you can keep that ass moving though, behind me, I won't bother taking that last peek, get me? Stop covering up and get your feet moving. Now...which way was it, Michael?" The last bit was directed inwards. "Okay...the elevator's over there...and down two, huh?" As he reached the elevator, Angela soon caught up, shivering at the thought of his eyes upon her, and then even more at the thought of being left behind. His hand hovered a moment, over the button, a concerned look coming over his face. "That's cutting it a bit close, isn't it? The detention blocks?" he whispered, asking himself...asking Michael. His hand began to shake slightly, reaching out for the button, and then snatched away. "Michael...no time for this. Is that where her stuff is?" He paused a moment, and sighed. "Okay, kiddo...you're doing fine...we'll be in and out as fast as possible."

He hit the button to call the elevator, just as the dim fluorescent lights began to flicker. A rumble was heard as seldom used machinery fired up. A thump was heard in the distance, and a squeal of metal on metal. Both Angela's and Rabbit's heads snapped to the left...that particular sound had not found it's source in the machinery firing up. A muttered curse and a growl escaped her brother's throat, one Angela was fairly certain had never before escaped his lips. 

"C'mon....C'mon..." muttered Rabbit repeatedly, pushing the button again and again, despite the knowledge that it would do no good. The nervousness displayed was catching, all the more so considering his erstwhile calm demeanor. Angela glanced towards the sounds in the distance, her agitation increasing, hearing doors slamming against the cement walls, ever closer. "Move you fucking thing!" swore the stranger in her brother's body.

"What...who...what is that?" she whispered, inching to the other side of her brother, away from whatever it was. The thumps were becoming regular, accompanied by a clanking sound as they approached, as well as a dull scraping noise, not metal on metal, but perhaps metal on the cement walls.

"There are a few options...none of them good. If it's who I think it is, he's a bit out of his way." He glared at the elevator angrily, as if will alone could speed it up.

"That's it? That's all you're going to tell me?" said Angela, her eyes repeatedly darting towards the sounds, her body flinching with each slamming door. 

"You might be seeing for yourself, soon enough. His name's Troll, if that tells you anything." The elevator finally opened. He rushed in, and pulled her in quickly, making her stumble against him a moment. She pulled away quickly, shuddering at the touch of the seeming wraith that had controll of her brother. He didn't seem to notice or care. His attention was on hitting the close button of the elevator. It began to shut just as the doors to the corridor burst open, the vibrations knocking loose one of the remaining fluorescent lights, and plunging the area outside the elevator in comparative darkness. Angela barely caught sight of a craggy face, looking enraged, a gleaming red mechanical eye, and a lot of steel.

The elevator began to move, falling rapidly down, as the creature in the hallway roared his anger, and bashed at the elevator doors. Both of them visibly relaxed. "He was a guard here. More machine than man. He was also an inmate, one of the first patients here. A psychotic strangler. Reformed, they say...but really, I never thought so. His appetites were just....curbed...I'd say. And now he's a bit senile, and more than a bit dangerous. He doesn't think anyone should be awake, certainly not without permission. I don't know why he would leave the detention levels though."

"Senile? He's old?"

"Batty as hell. I don't think he slept half as long as we did. That means he's a damn old cyborg. Old or not, he can put the hurt on you. They gave him a clean bill of health and a job here, but the job entailed giving him the right to get violent, and of necessity, to advertise that he might. They may have sedated the old boy, but they certainly didn't pull his teeth. They didn't remove the metal in him, a usual first step in dealing with cyber-psychosis, so I'm inclined to believe he wasn't as cured as they said, either. I'm thinking that all he has left is a protocol booklet, and can't figure out why noone's on the same page. Hell, we never worked here, and when we woke up, noone was there with a shiny new rulebook or anything. Noone is supposed to be awake, unless the Director punches in a code. He knows no director awoke us."

"But how...."

"Just shut up for now. There'll be time for twenty questions later. Let's just say that we need to keep our eyes and ears open, because there's worse than Troll out there."

"Worse?" Angela blinked. "There's worse?"

"Let's just give one example. Maybe that will shut you up. The bottom most level is nearly empty. There was a computer malfunction, of sorts, and half the violent offenders stored down there were killed. One of the cyborgs locked down there had a fail-safe mechanism, and when his heart stopped completely, an adrenaline burst shocked him....maybe I should say it... it wasn't exactly gender specific... not only alive, but awake. All the cyborgs were given a training program, something to fall back on when their violent tendencies tried to assert themselves, usually a crafting skill. This one was taught macrame."

"What's so bad about that?"

"You see any wool in here? It's been improvising."

There was a moment's silence, as Angela fought with herself, not wishing to ask the next question, but unable to stop it. "What...how did it improvise?" 

"Each body down there...including the ones still under stasis...had a good twenty feet of small intestine. That's not to mention sinews and other assorted goodies. You figure it out."

"Oh God..." was all Angela could muster as a response.

"Yeah...I'm sure he's listening." muttered Rabbit. They rode down in silence.



The Journey Ch. 03



-Sorry to take so long to continue the story, but I have more to post very soon-

The next day, I woke up feeling completely relaxed. Everything that had happened yesterday was still fresh in my mind, and I got quite stimulated remembering how the girls had played with my body. If this was what they had in mind for our times together, I was certainly ready for more fun today. I made sure to eat a good breakfast with lots of protein, and then took a long shower. I made sure to scrub all over, and I paid particular attention to my rear. Ever since Suzy had played with my ass yesterday, I kept remembering the feeling of her slipping a finger inside me. I wasn't sure why, but it had felt incredibly erotic to me and I was hoping for more today. As I soaped up my dick and balls, I scrubbed my way between my legs until I reached the tightness of my anus. I soaped up my ring finger and pressed against the opening while I consciously relaxed the muscles. My finger slid inside a short ways. I pulled it out, soaped it up again, and slid it in again. It went in even further this time. After the next time I soaped it up, it slid all the way in until my anus was around the base of my finger since my rear was already slick with the soap. I rinsed off my body, turned off the water, and stepped out of the shower. By the time I finished getting ready, it was almost time for the girls to arrive. I sat on the edge of the couch and looked at the newspaper waiting for them. 

The sound of the doorbell startled me. I quickly put down the paper, made my way to the window, and looked out. Sandy and Suzy were standing in front of the door with their towels in their hands. I made my way to the front door, took a deep breath, and pulled the door wide open. Both the girls gave a little look of surprise as their eyes traveled over my naked body. 

"Well! Well!" said Sandy, "You certainly know how to answer a door and make a girl feel welcome!" She reached down and took hold of my dick. "Hello to you Fuzzy-Wuzzy Bear. How nice to see you again!" She turned to her sister. "Suzy! Come and say hello to our Fuzzy-Wuzzy Bear!" Suzy walked up closer to me and took hold of the tip of my dick just above where her sister had hold of me. Between the two of them, my dick was completely covered in their grip. 

Suzy leaned in closer to me and put her lips close to my ear. "I can tell that Fuzzy-Wuzzy is happy to see us again too!" Sandy stepped past me, and with a gentle tugging on my dick, she pulled me away from the door. Suzy released her grip on me, and as Sandy led me away, Suzy turned and closed the door.

Sandy turned to look me in the eye while still holding on to my dick. "Now Michael, I just wanted to be sure that you remember the rules. You accept that Suzy and I are in charge, and that you agree to do whatever we want without question. Are we still playing by the same rules?" I nodded in agreement. "Well then come along Fuzzy-Wuzzy and let's get out to the pool." 

She tugged on my dick and led me through the house and out the back door. Suzy was right behind us, and grabbed the tanning oil and a towel for me as she followed us out the door. The girls dropped the towels and oil by the loungers, and the three of us headed to the pool. Sandy still had hold of my dick, and pulled me down the stairs and into the water. She stopped when the water was up to my waist. As I stood in the cool water, Sandy moved to my side and pressed herself up against my skin. I could feel the pressure of her tits on my arm and her smooth tummy was on my hip. As her warmth spread over my skin, she began to stroke my dick. Sandy had a firm grip on me, but her hand moved in a slow and lazy rhythm. Suzy came around to my other side and moved her body along side me until her position matched Sandy's. Her hands came down below my waist until one was resting on front of my hipbone, and the other lightly grabbed my ass. Her fingers toyed with my pubic hair while her other hand was grabbing and squeezing my rear. My hands had been out to my sides, but with the girls snuggled up to me, I lightly put my arms around each of them. It was all I could do to keep my hands resting on their hips and not sliding them down to feel their asses. 

Sandy slid her hand down to the base of my dick, and started to wiggle it up and down through the water. Suzy kept her hand on my ass, but her other hand slid down and cupped my balls. Both girls were intently watching the movement of my dick as it traveled through the water. Sometimes the head of my dick would break the surface of the water as Sandy flicked it upward. On one of these occasions, she stopped the motion and held my dick so that the head was up and out of the water, and clearly visible. 

Sandy leaned across my chest and spoke softly to her sister. "You won't believe how much fun this is Suzy! Why don't you take over here for a while?" Sandy let go as Suzy took hold of my dick just below the head. Suzy's touch was different than that of her sister's. It was softer, but also somehow a little more urgent. She began the stroking again but she concentrated her efforts on the end of my dick. Her strokes were shorter and a bit quicker than what her sister had been doing to me. She kept her hand on my ass and was gripping it tightly as she stroked. 

Sandy leaned close to my ear and her voice was soft. "I've wanted to do that since we left yesterday. I kept thinking and wondering about it and so once we were here I couldn't wait any longer. It's even nicer than I imagined it might be. I told Suzy about it, and she said that she was thinking about it as much as I was. So I just had to share with her since it seems you have more than enough for both of us." She turned to her sister again. "I know it's hard to stop Suzy, but there is plenty of time to play some more later. Why don't we let Fuzzy-Wuzzy cool down a bit while we enjoy the cool water." 

I could sense that Suzy didn't want to stop, but she slowly released her grip on me. The cool water was a change from the heat of her hand as my dick sprang free. I reluctantly let go of the girls as the three of us moved into the deeper water. I dove under the surface, feeling the rush of the water, and recovering a bit from the intense pleasure my dick had received from the girls. We swam a little but mostly just hung around the edge of the pool and talked. This day was a strange mix of some very intense stimulation and some completely casual interaction with the girls. 

"I think it's time for us to get a little sun on our skin," Sandy said after a while. We climbed out of the pool and made our way over to the same three loungers we used yesterday. Sandy said "Michael, why don't you take a towel and dry me off. I want you to work your way from my hair down to my feet." 

I reached over and grabbed her towel as she stepped up in front of me. I wadded a corner in my hand, gently dried her face, and then stepped around behind her. I lifted the towel and laid it over her wet hair. I massaged it dry, working my way from her scalp to the ends of her long locks. I shifted the towel and used it across her shoulders and back. When they were dry, I moved back around in front of her, and tenderly dried her neck. I was a little unsure about the next part, but she had been very clear that she wanted me to dry all of her. I draped the towel over my hands, and began to dry her upper chest, sliding the towel down her breast, over her nipple, and then patted at the underside. I did this several times on both sides of her chest. Her nipples were hardening under my fingers, and I could hear her breathing deeply. My dick hardened in response to the pressure of her nipples. My touch moved downward over the expanse of her flat tummy, and I ended up in a kneeling position at her feet. I leaned forward and wrapped the towel around behind her, and worked my hands over and down her bottom. I dried down the back of her thighs, over her calves, and down to her ankles. 

I pulled my hands away and leaned back onto my heels. I tilted my head upward a bit, and I found myself looking directly at the bottom part of her suit where it stretched tightly over her mound and disappeared between her legs. It was a beautiful sight to have literally inches from my face. I wrapped the towel around her ankle, and began to dry my way up her leg. She shifted her weight and spread her legs further apart as I made my way up and over her knee. As she did this, I could see all the way up between her legs. The small triangle that barely covered her was clearly exposed, and it was pulled so tightly against her cunt, that her smooth skin was exposed on either side. I dried the tops of her thighs, and I could watch the towel brushing lightly against her. As I was enjoying the delicious view, I realized there was no sign of any hair under her suit, because it was completely smooth as it lay against her skin. I was awestruck, and my dick was throbbing with the knowledge. Somehow, I managed to pull my eyes away. I moved back and stood up again in front of Sandy. She was looking directly at my dick, and it was literally twitching with excitement. She reached down and ran a single fingertip over the tip.

"Well, Michael," she said. "It looks like you enjoyed that quite a bit, but I'm thinking you probably need to cool down a bit before we lay out and get some sun. Why don't you hop in the pool for a minute and then join us again."

"I think that's a very good idea" I replied, and turned to jump into the water. Suzy had been watching this whole time, and I could tell she had been staring at my dick as well. Sandy was definitely more of the leader of the two, but Suzy was not shying away from any of it either. I stepped off the edge and let myself sink down to the bottom of the pool. The cool water felt great on the hot skin of my dick, and I could feel the throbbing going away. I slowly rose to the surface, and made my way to the shallow end. Stepping out of the pool, I moved back to join the girls. They had moved three of the loungers so that they were now side by side, and they were sitting on the ends of the outside pair putting on some of the tanning oil. The oil on their skin gave them both a warm glow in the sunshine. They were just finishing up and the two of them stood up as I arrived. Suzy moved up close to me and reached out her hand, lightly grasping the head of my dick with her fingertips. She turned to Sandy and grinned. Sandy cupped her hand and tenderly laid it under my balls, lifting them slightly. 

"What do you think Suzy? Is he cooled down enough yet?" she asked. 

"I think our Fuzzy-Wuzzy Bear is okay – at least for now," she replied.

"Then I think it's time to put a little oil on our Fuzzy-Wuzzy so he can keep working on his tan. We certainly don't want him to get sunburned. Put out your hands Suzy and I'll give you some oil to put on." She took the oil and squeezed a small pool onto Suzy's hands, and then covered her own hands as well. "You take care of Michael's back side Suzy. I'll take care of the front side." Suzy slid her hands across my shoulders and down my back, spreading the oil over a large area. She massaged it into my skin, working her way lower and lower. At the same time, Sandy started working the oil over my chest and stomach. She reached to the side, covered my arm from my shoulder down to my fingertips, and repeated the process on my other arm. She moved back up to my chest and ran her fingers over my hardening nipples. She circled each one several times, and then ran her fingertips back and forth across them. She moved lower, running her palms over my stomach, and out to my hips. 

Suzy had been moving lower down my back, and had already reached my ass. She reached for the oil, and filled her palm again. When her hands returned to my skin, I could feel the oil dripping down across my cheeks. She quickly shifted her hands down to the top of my legs, and spread the oil back up and over my ass. She was squeezing my flesh as she coated it, and her fingers were slipping up and down between my cheeks. She started to pay special to this area, and when her fingers reached my anus, she pressed lightly against it. I couldn't help myself and my hips shifted back in response, pressing myself more firmly against her touch. Sandy's hands had moved down from my belly. Her fingers were playing my pubic hair, covering it with the oil, and pulling on it gently. Sandy put more oil onto her hands, and then cupped them around my dick. The oil flowed down my shaft and onto my balls. She slid her hands along my dick and encircled my balls, spreading the slickness over them. She stroked my balls with her fingers as she ran her thumbs up and down the underside of my shaft. 

Suzy had sensed my response to her touch, and as Sandy was working on the front side, she had been completely focused on my backside. Her fingers were tracing small circles around my anus, making it very slick. She moved into the center, and began to push with a delicate, but insistent, manner. I relaxed and could feel the tip of her finger entering me. With so much oil on my ass and her hands, her finger slid in to the first knuckle without any resistance. She held it there for a little while and then continued to push until her finger had slipped completely inside my ass. She rubbed her fingertip inside of me for a few moments, and I felt her slowly pull it completely out, until her fingertip was resting against my anus once again. My ass suddenly felt quite empty and I wanted her finger back inside me. My hips shifted backward again, pushing on her fingertip and causing the tip to penetrate me once more. She seemed to get the message and plunged her finger fully inside me before slowly withdrawing it. I let out a soft moan as Suzy began to slide her finger in and out of my ass. Suzy's other hand would softly grab at one of my cheeks, and then slide across them to find a new place to grab.

Sandy had begun to slide her hands up to the tip of dick and then back down to my balls, and Suzy was matching the motion by moving her finger in and out of my anus in the same rhythm. The intense sensations of feeling of Sandy on my dick and balls, and Suzy working on my ass were pushing me to the edge. If they kept it up much longer, there would be no way for me to hold back. I was trying to decide if I should say something when Sandy slowed her stroking. She eventually stopped and was holding my dick tightly with both hands. Suzy had slowed also, matching her sister, and had stopped moving her finger inside me. My dick was throbbing in Sandy's hands, and I could feel my anus clenching Suzy's finger at the same time. I could barely stay on my feet, and was ready to fall over when I felt Suzy's finger slipping out of my ass. I started to sit down and my dick slipped out of Sandy's grasp. I looked at the girls and I could see a flush of excitement on both of their faces. I leaned back on my elbows and my dick was literally bouncing with each throbbing of my heart. I looked down and saw that a large drop of precum had gathered at the tip of my dick. 

As I watched, the precum dripped off and fell to my waist, leaving a thread of it still connected to the head of my dick. With the next throb, another drop followed the first. Both girls were watching as well and seemed completely entranced by the sight. Suzy reached out her fingers and dipped them in the drops on my waist, and then brought them up to her mouth. She hesitated a moment, and then she reached out her tongue and licked the liquid from her finger. Sandy and I followed the movement of her hand and gazed at Suzy as she explored this new taste. Another drop was oozing out of my dick and when Suzy saw it, she quickly scooped it up with her finger. This time she closed her mouth around her finger and sucked it clean. She reached and gave my dick a squeeze and another large drop gathered at the tip. She wiped it onto her finger again, but this time she held it out and offered it to Sandy. Sandy hesitated, but when Suzy nodded that it was okay, she leaned over and closed her mouth around her sister's finger. She held her sister by the wrist and slowly pulled her mouth away as she sucked. 

Sandy and Suzy looked back to my dick. The throbbing was easing and there was only a small amount of precum leaking out the end of my dick. Sandy slowly turned to me with a questioning look on her face. 

"Did you...you know...did you...umm...was that your...er..." I realized what she was asking, and that by even asking she revealed her lack of knowledge about the subject. 

"Oh. No. Not at all." I said. "If that had happened, there would be no doubt about it. You would definitely know. This stuff is what comes out first to kind of get things ready. I was very close to what you thought might have happened, and that's why it's coming out. Now, if you two had continued what you were doing for very much longer, then something more would definitely have happened." 

Suzy seemed intrigued by all of this. "So, how would it be different? How would we know for sure?" she asked. I could hardly believe we were talking about all of this, but I could tell that they really didn't know and were asking questions to find out more. I shifted into the role of a tutor to the two girls. "Well," I said, "The first difference is that what comes out is sort of a milky white, instead of kind of clear like this first stuff. It's thicker too. The next thing is that there would be a lot more of it. It would certainly be more than just a few drops. The biggest difference is that it doesn't just drip out – it actually shoots out of my dick. Remember how my dick was throbbing before? Well, when it happens, each time my dick throbs, it squirts some out of the tip." 

Sandy spoke up again. "I've heard some girls talking about making a guy "squirt" or having him "shoot". Is what you're talking about the same thing?" she asked. 

"Yeah, it's the same thing" I replied. "You can see why they called it "squirting" or "shooting", because that's the way it actually happens." 

Sandy nodded her head. "Wow!" she said. "There's just so much to learn about all of this kind of stuff." I nodded this time. 

"I know what you mean," I responded. "I know something about my body and what happens to me, but there are so many things I'm still discovering. And I know a lot less about your bodies and what happens to you." 

Suzy had a kind of dazed look on her face, and was silent as she lay back on her lounger. Sandy didn't have any more to say either as she laid there in silence. I wasn't sure why I did what I did next. I guess I just wanted to assure them that everything was okay. I reached out to both sides and gently took the hand of each girl. I laced my fingers in theirs, and gave them a tender squeeze. Both of them returned the embrace. We lay there together enjoying the sun in silence, even as each of us had many thoughts running through our minds. The rest of the day was pretty relaxed after that. Something had changed, and the girls and I were in a different kind of relationship. It was hard to decide exactly how it wasn't the same, but I knew that we all felt it. When we swam, or sat, or talked, there was a new softness and openness to it all. It was like we had crossed some sort of threshold, and had become closer in the process. When we finished for the day, we walked to the front door hand in hand. I opened the door to let the girls out, and each of them gave me a light kiss on the cheek before they left. I was a little surprised by the kisses, but it didn't seem strange to me at all. I said goodbye to Sandy and Suzy, and that I would see them in the morning. 

I headed into the shower and scrubbed myself thoroughly, but I actually avoided playing with my dick. My feelings about the day made it somehow rude or disrespectful to the girls to give myself an orgasm. So I ran some cool water until I had calmed down again. That night as I lay in bed, I was awake until deep into the night. I thought a lot about what had happened earlier in the day, and that sense of something different. As I finally wound down enough and getting sleepy, I found myself wishing that Sandy and Suzy were lying next to me, just so I would feel their warmth against my skin. I fell asleep imagining the three of us sharing my bed together.




The Journey Ch. 03



*Thank you all for your comments, they are very helpful. If there is anything else you wish to know feel free to ask and I'll do my best to help :) Thank you for following this story!* 

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The next afternoon Brian was waiting outside the club. He was leaning against the wall by the door almost casually with his arms crossed over his chest.

The door burst open and the Dom that Katarina had experienced marched out. Brian grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and hauled him back.

"What the hell?! Get your hands off me!!!" He cried as Brian pulled him back inside.

Brian shoved him against a wall and pinned him there, anger blazing in his eyes.

"What the hell man?!" The Dom cried.

"You know." Brian growled dangerously. "That girl you brought here weeks ago, you've damaged her and I'm here to pay you back."

"She knew what she was getting into." The other man growled. "She wanted it."

"But you didn't even explain the safe word system, or what you would be doing to her. She had told you fantasies, mere fantasies! Could you not see the true fear in her eyes? Or did you choose to ignore it you sick bastard." Then Brian slapped him.

The man counteracted with a left hook to Brian's right cheek bone. Brian inhaled sharply at the pain and kicked the man's legs out from under him then kicked him hard in the side. Then he placed his knee in the center of the man's chest and wrapped his hand around the man's throat.

"Today was your last day here. You are kicked out of the club for not following its rules and causing harm to a woman under your care. You violated your title as a Master. Now get out."

Brian let him up; the man quickly lashed out with his foot and caught him in the ribs. The breath was knocked out of Brian but two bouncers stepped in and grabbed the man.

"Get him out." Brian growled.

Brian caught his breath. The easy part of his task was over, now the hard part began. He gingerly walked to his car and went to see Katarina.

....

He arrived at Katarina's bringing supper. She was happy to see him and smiled warmly. But her smile faded when she saw a bruise on his cheek.

"Brian what happened?" She asked as she reached up to touch his face.

Brian flinched back from her touch. He took her hand and kissed it.

"A small fight, nothing to worry about."

"I see." Katarina said, deciding to drop the matter. She turned to get the supper ready then turned back and accidently bumped into him. Brian hissed in air through his teeth and held on to the counter for support.

Katarina gasped. "Oh no I'm sorry! You are hurt!"

"Just badly bruised, I will be fine."

She took his hand and led him to the couch. She then retrieved two ice packs and returned to him. She gently removed his shirt and had him lie down with his head in her lap. Then she placed the ice against his ribs and held the other to his cheek.

"Why were you fighting someone? You don't look well."

"Oh he looks worse." Brian muttered then cleared his throat. "The man I fought...was the Dom that harmed you."

He felt her stiffen and he took hold of her hand.

"It's over; he's been kicked out of the club and will not harm you. I made sure of that."

He sat up so he could look her in the eye. He could see her think what he said through, then she visibly relaxed and met his gaze. He cupped her cheek in his hand, then slowly drew closer. Then he kissed her gently, tenderly, but full of emotion. She gasped a little then returned the kiss. Brian sighed and rested his forehead against hers, their noses touching. He had no words to say.

She broke the silence for him.

"You should stay here for the night to rest so you can drive home safe."

He nodded, his hand was still on her cheek. He cleared his throat and took his hand away.

"Yeah, that sounds like a good idea...thank you."

She smiled. "No problem. I'll uh, get some blankets and a pillow for you then."

Thoughts whirled through Brian's head as she went to get the pillow and blankets. What was it he was feeling, did he love her? She was so sweet and kind, and he was beginning to see the woman she had been before her ordeal. He wanted to be with her, he would gladly give up his position at the club for her. He didn't want only the physical aspect with her; he wanted to be with her because of the person she was. She came back then and he was startled from his thoughts.

"You were thinking hard there." She teased.

"Indeed I was." He smiled at her then stretched. Then immediately regretted that as he stretched his abused ribcage. "Ah, not such a good idea."

She handed him some water and ibuprofen. "That should help and the ice will numb the pain too. If you need anything you know where to find me." She yawned sleepily.

Brian squeezed her hand. "I'll be fine; I'm a man I can take it." He winked. "Go to sleep, you need it just as much as I do."

Katarina smiled then left for her room. She paced the length of her room for a while going over her own thoughts about Brian. She sighed then finally lay down. Sleep was slow in coming, but for once she went to sleep thinking about something other than the horror she had been through.

....

Brian woke the next morning still sore but feeling much better. He quietly crept into Katarina's room and went to her side. He gently eased into bed beside her and wrapped his arms around her. Katarina sighed and slowly woke up, blinking up at him.

"Good morning beautiful." He said softly and kissed her forehead. "I...I have something I would like to tell you." He stroked her cheek with his thumb. "I can't deny it any longer that I care for you deeply. I don't really know what it is I feel, but I feel it quite prominently. I...I don't know how you feel but...I needed to tell you." He heaved in a deep breath and rested his forehead against hers, closing his eyes and awaited her response.

Katarina had snapped to full awareness and she lay with her mouth slightly open in surprise. What he had said reflected what she felt for him, and she hadn't expected him to tell her those things. She remembered to breathe and quickly drew a breath. Then she snuggled closer to him and sighed in content. Brian opened his eyes and held her close, a bit perplexed but knowing that she was gathering herself to speak.

"I don't really what to say." Katarina said at last. She moved from their embrace so she could look him in the eyes. "All I can say is that I...feel...well I don't really know but I care about you too." She smiled and oh how that smile lit up her eyes and made her that much more beautiful to him. "I was thinking a lot about this last night."

"Me too." Brian said with a small laugh. Then he kissed her. "I need to go." He whispered against her lips. "I'll come back soon though ok? I promise." He smiled and disengaged himself from the comfort of her embrace. He still had hold of her hand and he gave it one last squeeze before turning to leave.



The Journey Ch. 03



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The next day, it began to rain heavily. Not that I knew -- I was out like a light till noon, dreaming of mom. It was five when I had slept, after two wank-off sessions.

Shortly after I woke, the rain overwhelmed the shallow storm-drains around the camp and we were moved to the covered common area, where all the people in the camp had assembled. We watched the approach road drown into a pool of slush while we devoured a packed breakfast of fruits and cold-cuts that the management had given. Finally, when the tents went under ankle-deep water snakes started being sighted, the camp management declared the area unsafe and broke camp. 

SUVs dropped us at the car park, where we got into our cars and decided to continue to the next destination -- Bandhavgarh Forest Park. There was no point waiting till the next day.

The cars had just moved a short distance beyond the city when the car with the ladies -- the smaller one -- broke down. There were fields of rice on both sides, no place where we could stand, so the ladies got into the front seats of our SUV while both the drivers looked into the problem. 

"I hope there's nothing major," Bushy said. "That'll screw up the trip good and proper."

"Well, we have this car," Bushy's daughter said.

"We can't all fit into this for six hours," Mom said. "The SUV can take six people at most, with the driver." 

"Here they come," Bushy said, gesturing with her chin towards the drivers who were trudging towards us in the rain. "Doesn't look like they have good news."

"We have a busted radiator, and it will take five to six hours to fix," the driver of the car said. "That rules out travel today."

"Call in for a replacement then," Mom said.

"There's no replacement available, ma'am," the driver replied, the rain bouncing off his waterproof hat. "Every car we have is engaged, thanks to the rain."

Mom and Bushy looked at each other, disappointed writ on their faces.

"We drive back into town and check into a hotel," Uma said.

"Yes, makes sense to go back," mom said. "It's only fifteen minutes back into town. We should be able to travel that far fitted into the SUV like this."

We went back towards Khajuraho and the driver turned into the local Taj hotel.

"You guys wait here," Bushy said, "I and Nina will go and book the rooms first. No point filing out if they don't have rooms."

Bushy and mom went to the reception and came back in barely a minute.

"Just like I thought," Bushy said as she slid in, "the rain brought the tourists packing into hotels."

We all moved again, packed in the SUV like sardines in a tin. Mom and Bushy went in again at the next hotel and came back, shaking their heads, a scene repeated in about a dozen hotels that we went to. 

"They have one room -- a double," Mom said, coming out of the last hotel that they went into. "What do we do?"

"Looks like two of us will have to stay back," nana said. "It's already three and if we move now, the rest of us can be in the forest resort by nine. I wouldn't recommend a delay, so decide who's going to stay behind."

Everyone looked at each other.

"Well, it very well cannot be two ladies. One of the men must travel with the women and children, that leaves Nina and Bobby. You ready to stay back till the car is fixed?"

My heart raced like crazy. This was it. At that moment, I wanted to kiss my old grandpa.

"Well?" Bushy asked.

Mom shrugged unenthusiastically, as did I. A man's got to do what he's got to do -- sacrifice for the benefit of the community.

"I'll book the room before they give the room to someone else," Bushy said, turning around on her heels.

I got our luggage off the SUV while mom and Bushy booked the room. Mom stayed with the bellboy who carted the luggage towards our room, while I stayed behind to see off the rest of the family.

"I'll miss you handsome," Bushy whispered as I kissed her cheek. "Come soon, my prince."

"I'll miss you too, aunt Bushy," I said, smiling flirtatiously, "I'll be thinking of you a lot."

"Take care of your mom, meanwhile," she said, smiling sweetly.

I looked at her face, searching for a double-entendre, but there was no hint of any. I waved as the SUV went out of the hotel's gates, my heart thudding against the chest. 

Mom and I were alone! Free to continue where we left last night! Only I didn't know how to begin. What if she screamed if I touched her? With women you never knew where you stood, even if you charmed their pants off.

When I entered the room, mom was looking into the mirror, applying lipstick. Looked like she was on her way out.

"I am going downstairs to get something to eat. You want to come?"

I nodded.

"Well, freshen up and join me at the coffee shop. I'll be there."

Relief flooded me as she went out, and I went into the bathroom. I was sort of glad that we weren't in the same room with sexual tension stifling us, while not knowing what to do about it. That's right -- despite exploring every inch of her body with my hands and slurping on her pussy for half an hour, I still did not know where we stood.

I brushed, shaved, and took a leisurely bath in the tub. I wanted to delay facing mom again, even though my stomach was growling with hunger. 

After almost an hour, I took the lift down into the lobby and walked into the coffee shop. I saw mom in a corner, sitting with three girls -- a redhead, a brunette, and a blonde. The blonde was the same one that I had seen sketching in the temple. They were sipping coffees and there was snacks on the table.

"Here comes my son," mom said. "Meet Bobby. Bobby, the girls are from good old USA!"

"This is Shawna, from NYC," she said, pointing towards the brunette sitting beside her. I nodded at her she raised her hand, saying hi.

"This is Joanna, from Boston" she said, introducing the redhead, who wiggled her fingers and I nodded.

"And this is Nora, from Fort Lauderdale, practically a neighbor!"

Nora was the blonde I had seen at the temple, and later in the camp. She wiggled her fingers and smiled.

"I saw you before," she said. "At the temple."

"And at the camp," I nodded and smiled, pulling a chair, sat down. 

"Beautiful temple."

I nodded uncomfortably. Women are pretty comfortable calling pornographic sculpture 'beautiful'. Men are not, though older men learn to speak with women in the same language -- no wonder women adore older men. But among ourselves, we still don't speak that language ever. Imagine a man saying, 'that sculpture with a woman taking it in the ass and in the cunt at the same time were marvelous!' That'll probably earn you a, 'shut up, faggot!'

To my embarrassment, a conversation started on the intricacies of sculptures in the three rooms of the temples, and how they were so 'artistic' and 'beautifully carved'. Before the conversation veered towards 'beautiful' postures, I excused myself and went to the pastries counter. There I bought a couple of sandwiches, a pastry, a thick shake and wolfed them down at a standing counter. I was too hungry to eat politely. I stuffed my face and in about two minutes, all the good stuff was inside my stomach, placating the jumping acids of my stomach somewhat. 

'That should keep it busy for a while,' I thought and ordered a coffee, moving to our table.

"I was just telling the ladies how you know about the significance of each room in the temple," mom said. "Care to tell the girls what you know?"

Four pairs of eyes looked at me, waiting for me to begin and I turned red with embarrassment. 

"I, uh, it's like the, uh, the three stages of, uh, the thing ......." I mumbled and then looked outside the window, biting my lip hard. 

"It's wonderful that you can talk to your son about sex, Nina," Nora came to my rescue. "I can hardly mention the word in front of my mother."

"Yes, I'd always thought Indians were more prudish," Joanna said. 

"Sadly, they are," mom exclaimed in her girlish voice. "But they weren't prudish before the Muslim invasions, as you can see from these ancient temples of sex, and the kamasutra. There was a time when consenting man-woman pairs were free to have sex irrespective of their marital status. The only restriction was that the act would be done in a room, bush, or any shelter away from public eye. As common courtesy, when such a pair went into a bush, the eyes of the rest turned away to give them privacy. There was enough decency, but that doesn't exist any longer."

"So you tell your son about the birds and bees?" Nora asked.

"Not really," mom replied. "But when we saw this ancient temple, I thought, 'why not tell him what I know of the ancient art of sex?' Young people learn about sex from porn nowadays, and that is neither a wholesome education, nor a realistic depiction of sex. Porn leaves out the importance of an interesting conversation and sometimes leaves out foreplay, both of which are important for good sex. Most men go through life without realizing how difficult it is for women to achieve an orgasm without these, and I didn't want my son to be one of those." 

The girls exchanged smiles, and I squirmed in my seat. The girls were mid-twenties, five / six / seven years older than me, and I guess you lose your bashfulness by that age.

"Er, I'll get some more coffee," I said, and started to move out of my seat. My mom's hand held mine and she forced me back on the seat.

"Have you girls had orgasms? Be honest," she asked the girls.

They exchanged smiles again and all of them nodded.

"Every time?" she persisted.

"That just wouldn't be possible, all women know that," Nora said. "But I've been getting lucky nowadays. We all have been."

The women exchanged a look and broke into a fit of giggles.

"Don't tell me you all got boyfriends here."

"Well, we're sharing one," Nora said. "And he's blown our mind every day in the past one month. Hung like a horse, and inexhaustible." 

"Quite a young stud he must be," mom said. "Lucky girls."

That was it. I had to leave. If there's one thing a man dislikes about sex, it is hearing about other men getting lucky. I had just prised my wrist out of mom's grasp and got up when Nora gave a gasp. 

"Here comes our stud," she said breathlessly. "God! Just the sight of him is enough to give me an orgasm."

A good-looking man in his fifties, about my height, was striding towards us -- European I would bet. He looked like Richard Gere in a goatie and wore a half-smirk -- Richard Gere was the most European looking American I had seen. I can't exactly put a finger on how I can spot a European apart from an American. It's probably the complacent, laid-back expressions, the unhurried walk, a lot more smiles with a lot less soul. 

"Ricardo, this is Nina, Nina, Ricardo, and this is Bobby, Nina's son," Nora made the introductions. "We were just talking about you."

"Plizzed tu mit you, madame," Ricardo said in an Italian accent, and went on to kiss mom's hand. I swore I could see a bit of tongue. 

Mom was floored, I could see. The man was a charmer. Ricardo acknowledged me with a mere nod, which I didn't return. I didn't like this man, I decided. Which bull with raging hormones liked another bull entering his territory? Bulls were known to gore each other to death when their turfs were encroached, and the hand that this bull's tongue had just licked was my woman's.

Ricardo pulled up a chair and sat down. I started to drift away, when my mom's voice stopped me.

"Sit!" she said in her most authoritative voice, and like a trained puppy, I did.

The group went on to tell how they had met at Manali in the northern Himalayas, where they would all smoke pot with different Israeli groups. Israelis ran drug cartels in the mountains, and they had bought off the authorities, and went about their business most brazenly. The locals were cooperative -- who wouldn't be? There was money to be made for everyone.

After almost a month of being in different groups, occasionally sleeping with different men, the three women had banded together. One night, after a marathon pot session, they had an orgy with Ricardo and two other men. When the other men had slept, Ricardo took turns with the three of them, bringing them to orgasms repeatedly. 

After Manali, Ricardo had become a fixture in the group of girls. The girls then travelled to Goa, sharing rooms, rent, cabins, rented bikes, and Ricardo's penis. 

"Do you have family back in Italy?" mom asked Ricardo.

Ricardo gave a typical exaggerated Mediterranean shrug. 

"I was mountain climber," he said. "Stay away from home month, many month, but always faithful to my moglie - wife. One day I return home, find the puttana in bed with my friend."

He made the exaggerated expression of pain and mom made a sound of sympathy. The girls had apparently heard the tale before.

"We divorce, and I cry, I cry for month, and month. Then I think, 'Ricardo, you have so much love to give to women, why you waste life thinking of this worthless puttana?' And then I go around, spread love to so many beautiful women."

"Hey, why don't we get together at our room tonight?" Nora rescued us from Ricardo's sob story. "Like a party -- if you have no other plans that is."

Mom looked at me, a question in her eyes.

"Are there any plans tonight, darling?" mom asked me in a girlish voice. 

The hard-on I had been wearing ever since I had been sitting here threatened to burst out of my pants and leap onto the table and dance the samba.

"Well, he's too shy, but we'll be there," she said, smiling at Nora.

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"You go into the bathroom first," mom said. "I have work to do."

I shaved and showered, jerked-off once. When I came out, I saw mom lying on the bed with a face-pack, her eyes closed. 

"I'm done," I said. "The bathroom is all yours."

"I'll take time. I'll need some privacy, so you go on downstairs if you want. I'll meet you downstairs in about an hour."

Right. You would need privacy after we almost 'did it' last night -- technically, early this morning. 

I pulled on my jeans and slinked out anyway. I got into the coffee-shop and got a sandwich and muffins, which I took with me to the garden of the hotel. It was early twilight and it had stopped raining, though when you looked up at the dense clouds in the sky, you knew it was only a short respite. It was quite pleasant, so I walked in the gardens of the hotel as I ate. Time passed quickly as I did the rounds of a pond, where colorful migratory birds had gathered. Birds flew into India from as far away as Siberia during the winter season, and the variety of birds in the pond was fascinating. 

An hour passed by quickly, when I looked towards the entrance of the hotel, I saw a girl standing at the entrance in a mini-skirt and a halter-top. It was too far to see her features clearly, but she was a brunette with straight, long hair and was quite a knockout, judging by the looks she was getting from the men who stood around her.

There was something familiar about her, so I strolled towards the entrance, hoping not to appear too eager. She was scanning the area around, probably looking for someone -- lucky bastard, whoever was sleeping with her. When I got closer, she looked at me and raised her hands in familiar 'what' gesture.

"There you are!" she said.

Mom! 

This was the first time I'd ever seen her in a mini-skirt. She was looking different. Younger. My age. No not my age, because the rump of her behind was curvier than most anorexic teenyboppers who wore mini-skirts. And the legs were fuller, more womanly. Think a 30-year-old Dimple Kapadia in a mini-skirt. You get the picture?

The little friend between my legs thrust its head out of my underwear, and threatened to grow out of the waist of the jean to touch my navel. Good thing I hadn't tucked my t-shirt, as I usually do.

"Beautiful garden, you want to take a stroll? There are colorful migratory birds over at the pond."

She looked at the time on her phone. 

"Well, I guess we have time. We'll go to their room after it gets dark," she said. "Let's go."

She jumped off the step and took my arm as we walked towards the pond.

"Good thing I decided to wear a shoe instead of my six-inch pumps," she said chirpily.

"Good thing you didn't," I said. "Every male here would have died of a heart attack."

She punched my shoulder.

"People have a heart attack when they are aroused?"

"Um, they do, especially when all the blood accumulates down there, and the heart doesn't get any."

"I look that good, huh?'

"Good enough to eat. The Italian will be knocked out."

She laughed. It was a beautiful woman's flirtatious musical laugh.

"I had to match you," she said. "You look like Hrithik Roshan yourself, only better than him. I bet the girls will be all over you."

We reached the pond and mom oohed and aahed at the sight of the colorful birds.

"Too bad I don't have a camera, but the light isn't sufficient for good photos," she said.

"We'll probably get many such views in Bandhavgarh," I said. 

She stood close to me and looked up at me, smiling flirtatiously.

"Who knows if we'll go there at all?" she said, smiling lopsidedly. "What is the car doesn't get fixed?"

My cock jumped a few feet into the air, and I swear it pumped its tiny fist. Just then a drizzle began.

"Let's go or we'll get drenched," mom said, pulling me. I was transfixed with arousal.

"Let's buy some wine and go straight to their room," mom said as we reached the shelter of the lobby.

We went into the bakery, bought two bottles of wine, and took the lift to Nora's room. 

"How do I look?" mom asked when she had rung the bell. 

I looked her over. There was moisture over her face from the rain, her hair looked wet, and her laughing eyes and slightly parted lips made her look horny. The buttery-smooth moisturized legs with remnants of rain on them looked inviting, yet forbidding at the same time. I remembered how they felt under my fingers as I massaged them the night before -- strong, supple, muscled, yet soft, the very essence of womanhood.

The door opened, and Nora smiled. She touched faces with mom in the manner of kissing, and let us in. The room turned out to be a spacious suite, and the party seemed to be already on. The sweet smell of pot wafted through the room and music was on. I counted eight stoned-out men and women of different ethnicities on sofas and floor of the living room. 

They seemed to be playing a board game which had pictures of men and women exposing their breasts, penises, and some of the pictures had kissing and sex depicted. The board was extraordinarily large, almost 6 feet-by six feet.

Nora introduced them all. There were six women -- an Egyptian and Moroccan in their thirties, two Dutchwomen in their forties, a German in her late twenties or early thirties, and an Indian woman of similar age -- all of them gorgeous, but none came within a mile of mom's sex-appeal. The two males were Dutchmen, mid-forties. 

Once introduced, they went back to their board game. The Moroccan woman rolled a dice and her piece came to a square which said, 'Kiss the person sitting to your right.'

She kissed the Egyptian woman full on the lips, and the rest clapped in appreciation.

Ricardo appeared from one of the bedrooms, his hair slicked back, looking suave in a colorful Indian kurta-pyjama. He wore a broad smile that made him appear oily, dishonest, and wicked -- just the kind women liked. Every female eye turned to look at him -- mom's eyes looked ready to pop out of her head. He walked towards mom and kissed the corners of her mouth, and she looked pleased. He whispered something in her ear and she looked shocked and turned beet-red and then laughed -- an embarrassed laugh that looked strangely erotic. It was clear something intimate -- and x-rated -- had been said. 




The Journey Ch. 04



She sat with her head slightly bowed down, her mind whirling, feeling the power of the car beneath her naked flanks. Her thoughts turning as she thought the car matched so perfectly to Him. It was a midnight blue Jaguar, with cream-colored leather interior. Sleek and powerful just as He. Without her knowing, a small smile graced her lips as she made the correlation between man and car. At the same moment, He glanced at her seeing the small smile. He wondered at this, but left her thoughts to herself, this time. This was all very new to her He would give her time and the patience she needed. He knew of the battle raging within her.

He slowed, easing the car off of the interstate to a gas station. Her head snapped up as she felt the car slow, her dark eyes observing. Bringing the car to a halt in front of a pump, He slid from the car. Filling the car, he washed the window, giving her a dazzling smile from the other side of the windshield. Grinning as He saw the stain of a soft blush creep over her face, her dark eyes peeking from the cover of lowered lashes to Him. Ahhh what a treasure He had found He thought to Himself. She knows nothing of what she does to Me. He smiled once again before returning to the pump, topping off the tank and striding inside to make His purchases. She sat quietly as she waited the thought of escape no longer in her mind.

Startled from her thoughts, she jumped as He opened the car door, juggling a sack of bottled water and some fresh fruit He had been lucky enough to find in the gas station. Handing a bottle of water to her, she smiled softly to Him in thanks, He nodded in response. Dumping a bag of ice into a cooler in the back seat, He arranged the remaining bottles within, adding the fruit on top to keep cool for the long trip ahead. Sliding back into the driver’s seat, His long legs stretching out in front of Him, He again glanced in her direction. She sipped at the cool water, carefully twisting the cap back on. 

Once she had the bottled secured, He handed her a blindfold, His voice soft “put this on lil one and leave it until I have said otherwise”. 

Arching a brow at Him, she looked from the blindfold to Him, her dark eyes again showing that curiosity. Instead of asking her question, she merely nodded, taking the blindfold from Him and securing it over her eyes. 

He checked the position of it, satisfied she was completely blinded, He again started the engine, turning the air conditioning on high, a smile playing over His lips.

Sitting perfectly still, she felt the car slowly picking up speed, turning twice and then gaining speed rapidly. She knew they were on the interstate once again. Settling back against the lush interior, she let her head rest lightly against the back of the seat, listening to the soft classical music playing on the CD player, letting the soft, sensual music penetrate into her weary mind.

Shivering slightly from the cool air blowing directly against her, she made to turn and curl into the seat. He had anticipated this, tapping her thigh lightly giving her an unspoken command to remain seated as she had been. He smiled as He watched her head tilt lightly to Him, reversing her motions to again sit as He had placed her. 

“You learn quickly, lil one. I know you are chilled, but it pleases Me to have you seated as you were.” 

She nodded slightly hearing Him, her voice soft, “yes Master”. 

Once again she shivered, but remained in position, feeling her nipples puckering tightly against the gauzy fabric. He noticed this also, He had been waiting. 

He would let her get comfortable again before starting His next phase of her training. Slow, baby steps is what she needed, He would know when she would be ready for the next step, even though He knew she would balk.

The miles seemed to fly by, her eyes closing as she relaxed again. Feeling His hand on her knee, she tensed. He was slowly pushing the dress up as He caressed her thigh. 

His voice, low spoke to her, “unbutton your dress lil one, I would see you.” 

She gasped audibly, “Master, please…..no.” 

He inhaled slowly, “do as I say, pet.” 

She answered softly, “yes Master”. 

He smiled as He saw the deep blush creep up her neck, her fingers fumbling as she slowly started to unbutton the dress, starting from the bottom. Her fingers hesitating longer and longer in between buttons as she worked her way up, as if she were waiting for Him to tell her to stop. He didn’t. 

Feeling the cool air against her belly, she turned her head towards Him. “Master?” she asked softly. 

“Yes, lil one, go on…all of the buttons.” 

Taking a deep breath, she continued to fumble with the buttons, feeling the heat of the blush, warming her. He smiled, knowing how difficult it was for her and proud that she was not fighting Him as violently as He had thought she might. Her nipples seemed to become more rigid under the confines of the fabric, He knew that it was from her excitement now and not because of the cool air.

With only a few buttons left on the dress, her breathing had become shallow, knowing that soon she would be completely bared. She was grateful at last for the blindfold. He knew she would be. 

She trembled at His touch on her thigh, slowly stroking along the sensitive inner flesh. His voice soft and husky as He encouraged her, “two more buttons, lil one.” 

She nodded in response, feeling like she was all thumbs as she negotiated the buttons through the holes. Finally when the last button was freed, she let her fingers move slowly down along the two edges of the fabric, feeling the material still against her flesh, still covering her nakedness. He watched her from the corner of His eyes while moving through traffic. He would allow her to become relaxed once again before moving on to the next step.

His hands continued to pet her, softly stroking her inner thigh, feeling her muscles relax under His touch. Using the control panel, He slowly reclined her seat, her head snapping up as she felt the seat move beneath her. “relax lil one, I’m reclining the seat for you to make you more comfortable.” 

She nodded, settling back against the supple leather covering. He smiled softly as her thighs fell open a little more to His caresses.

“You are learning to enjoy My touch, aren’t you lil one?” 

Sighing softly, almost in a dreamy state, “yes Master” she responds. 

Hearing her response, His touch becomes bolder, slipping down within the folds of her sex, feeling the silk petals wet with moisture. She inhales sharply, feeling His invading fingers. 

“Shhhhh, lil one…..enjoy the sensations….relax.” 

Settling back again, she becomes lost within the sensations of His lightly callused hands, the friction of the work-roughened finger sending tingles through her. Her hips starting a slow undulation as she loses herself within the pleasure He is bestowing on her.

He continues teasing her flesh, watching her body move, lift to His fingers as He caresses her most sensitive zone. Using His elbow, He methodically starts to move the fabric from her, making sure to move the dress slowly, so as not to startle her. The gauzy fabric slides away from her, leaving her breasts bared to Him, the nipples standing taut and rosy. She seems not to notice the dress falling away from her, leaving her completely bared to all whom may pass by and notice. She is lost within the pleasure, aware of only Him…her Master.

His voice, so low brings her to the surface, “lil one, pleasure yourself for Me…I want to watch you.” 

Her mind fuzzy, she slowly realizes what He is asking of her. “Master….please.” 

“Pleasure yourself, it will please Me, lil one.” 

Slowly she nods, her thoughts only of Him, not knowing why she feels so strongly to want to please Him. 

Her fingers drift over her flesh, her head lifting as she feels the dress is no longer covering her, startled, she panics. “Master!” 

“Shhhh…lil one, the dress has been gone from you for some time. Do as I ask.” 

“Yes Master”, she responds haltingly to Him. 

He smiles as He sees her distress, knowing she is overcoming another hurdle. His fingers again seek out the hard nubbin between her silky thighs, smiling as He sees her hips buck to meet them. Slowly He increases the intensity, rolling her clit between His thumb and forefinger, watching as her body responds, her hips undulating, her breath quickening as He rolls and pulls against the hard nub.

Her fingers play over her nipples, slowly brushing over the turgid peaks. He watches, with one eye on the road as her back arches tightly. He pinches the clit, hearing her low guttural moan, her back arching, hips bucking violently, she pinches hard against the nipples, moaning low in her throat. 

Talking softly to her, “yes, my lil slut, let yourself go, but do not cum…I will tell you when you are to cum…and not before. Do you understand, slut?” 

Whimpering softly, she responds breathlessly, “yes Master.”

Easing His fingers from her cunt, He sucks off the sweet nectar, smacking His lips as He tastes her juices. “mmmmm, you are a sweet cunt, My lil one. I will enjoy tasting you often.” 

Grinning, He watches as she again blushes deeply, a small smile spreading over her lips. Smacking her cunt, chuckling low as He watches her body writhe with the new sensation, He speaks, “don’t get too vain, cunt….you are still My slave…and a slave you will always be…vanity is not becoming.” 

Gasping from the new sensation, the stinging sending delicious tingles through her, she nods. He smacks her again, this time a bit harder. She responds, “yes Master.” 

“Good girl” she hears and smiles.

“You seem to have a bit of a masochistic side to you, slut. Your body responds nicely to a bit of pain, and you will become quite familiar with pain throughout your training.” 

Smacking her wet slit again when she doesn’t respond, He questions her. “are you listening slut?” 

Swallowing back a moan, she answers “yessss Masterrrrrr…”

She continues pinching and pulling against her nipples, her body writhing against the soft leather seat. Her moans becoming more frantic with her need. 

“Beg Me for it, slut. Beg Me to let you cum.” 

“Pleasssssseee, Master….pleaseee” she begs prettily. 

He continues to torment her, spanking her cunt and then stopping just as she is about to climax. Her moans becoming louder as she nears the peak. 

“Fuck yourself, cunt. Let Me see you fuck My cunt.” 

“Pleaseeeeee, Masterrrrrrr…..pleaseeee let me cum” she begs.

Barking out a single word, “CUM.” 

“Cum for your Master, slut.” 

She gasps, sucking in a deep breath as she screams, the shrill sound ripping from the depths of her belly as her body convulses. She continues to writhe, screaming and moaning as the orgasms rip through her. The sound of a jake brake hissing to her right invades her consciousness, startling her. 

He chuckles low and deep in His throat. “You have given Me great pleasure, sweetness…and also have made the trucker along side of us very jealous.” 

She gasps, a deep blush covering her as she realizes what has happened. Turning her head to Him, she accuses Him “You knew and did nothing…how could You?” her voice quivering, on the verge of tears. 

He stroked her thigh, hushing her. “it is part of your training sweetness, I knew you would not do so willingly. I would never cause you pain or hurt. You are Mine and I will do with you what I please…when I please. No one will ever share you…you will not be touched other than by Me. You are safe within My possession.” 

She sat quietly listening to His words, wanting to crawl beneath the seat and hide, but she felt His hand on her thigh, keeping her still. 

“You may button your dress now, but only enough buttons to cover you…the remaining buttons from My cunt down will stay unbuttoned. You have done well. You have pleased Me, little one. Relax and enjoy the rest of the ride, we are almost there.” 

She nodded slowly as she listened to His words, finding comfort in them…and a feeling of pride, knowing that she had pleased Him. She wondered why, but set the thoughts away from her, buttoning the dress. Leaning back once again against the seat.

Lifting her head, she can’t help the words that flow from her mouth in askance, “how much farther, Master?” 

Chuckling, He had anticipated this question, patting her inner thigh, He answers, “not long now, lil one.” 

Nodding, she once again settles back, a small contented sigh slipping past her lips. He smiles as He hears the soft purr.



The Journey Ch. 04



As she slid out of the shower, a bare five minutes of water, but still heaven to her aching, stressed body and mind, Angela sighed in relief. It was a respite from the madness of her new nightmare realm, a moment of normalcy under which she could forget the horrible tales of the crypt below, and the macabre art supposedly practiced there, as well as the frightful sight of the ancient guardian above. She was still scared shitless, she had to admit, but at least now she could push her awareness of horror into a back corner of her mind. 

As she climbed into the clothes that had been found for her, an orange jumpsuit that clung to her a bit, she wondered idly if Rabbit had influenced the size selection. It was creepy in the extreme to think of her brother's eyes being upon her in such a fashion, even though what looked through them was not remotely related to her brother or her. Rabbit was an anomaly that Angela hadn't quite grasped yet. Multiple personalities, or schizophrenic tendencies had not been part of any doctor's diagnosis she had ever heard or read for her brother. For that matter, in most cases, so far as she knew, the original personality was usually predominant, and if it was flawed, whether by brain damage or autism, then the rest of the personalities would be too. And yet Rabbit seemed very intelligent, perhaps more so than her brother had been before the accident. Would Michael still be around if the two began to push and shove?

"Michael? I'm dressed now. If you like, you can brush my hair." she called. Michael had taken great comfort in his sister's hair after the accident. He had not been able to stand physical contact, hugs, handshakes, and even a kiss on the cheek would often result in a cringe. But if Angela sat still in front of the mirror, Michael would initiate contact, in his own time. It was a show of affection for him, one that was ritualistic, and slow, and so one that he could cope with. He would brush her hair slowly, counting out exactly one hundred strokes. If a brush wasn't available, he would use his fingers, and Angela could watch the contented smile slowly slip over his lips. She could see that it was a comfort to him, even if he wasn't able to express it verbally.

Michael slowly opened the door, clutching the wall for support. Normally, it almost brought tears to Angela's eyes to see him this way, but now it brought almost a bitter sense of relief. Her brother was answering her call, not the mysterious and creepy alter ego. She let the tension ease from her shoulders, and closed her eyes, smiling softly as Michael tugged gently through a few of the knots in her damp hair. Her brother was still here, with her, and he was alive and well. Somehow, too, she was certain that he had been a big part of making sure she awoke. He loved her as much as she did him...and if he did not himself hit the controll panel to awaken her, then he had bargained with Rabbit to do so. 

"Michael...did I thank you?" she whispered.

"For brushing? I like it, sister." he smiled softly, looking down at her. "No need to thank."

"For waking me. You woke me, didn't you."

"Rabbit...Rabbit woke you. I only help a little, help find you." He continued softly stroking, frowning slightly, as if he did not wish to speak...or did not like the topic.

"But you told him, didn't you? You wanted your sister with you, and you fought for what you wanted. I'm proud of you. You can thank Rabbit, too, if you like..."

"Don't talk about him. He is quiet now. Maybe asleep." Michael paused, in his brushing, almost as if losing count. "He scares me." 

He looked into her eyes, in the mirror, something that was completely out of character since the crash, enough that she worried Michael was yet again gone. Somehow, however, she still recognized him and it sent a surge of hope through her...he was talking to her, directly, not absently, as if from a distance. But his words frightened her. "He is dangerous, Angela. To me...to you. He doesn't like either of us."

Angela forced herself to breathe..."Keep brushing, Michael...relax and take your time..." She waited a moment till he had resumed.... "Can you tell me where he came from? If you can, then tell me...if not...don't wake him Michael. I want you to stay with me. I want to spend time with you."

"The dark...he came from the dark, and quickly. He woke me. He was inside the darkness, not outside...the machines...the dreams...he came from there. Running. Scared of something. Scared me too..." He paused once more, so Angela whispered softly, wordless condolences, until he resumed his brushing...

"You are speaking better, Michael. How long have you been awake? Can you tell me?" 

"Not long. Rabbit woke me...Made me run. Showed me I could walk, and talk again. Showed me I could wake others. Always looking for you...but files only numbers...descriptions, doctor's notes...no access."

"You woke others?" 

"Yes...Rabbit told me to. 12 others...All girls, your age, blonde...like you...your pretty hair..." he shuddered... "He's waking...I don't want to go away." He began to stroke once more, counting softly the strokes... "He's coming...He scares me...but he's helping me too...I can think better now...I can see more. I follow where he goes....up here..." he tapped his head... "Don't tell him. I don't want him to know. He's fixing me...but I don't think he means to...He wants my body for himself." 

Again the shudder overtook him, Michael closed his eyes, still stroking her hair, murmuring softly... "Pretty hair...pretty hair...my sister's pretty hair..." schooling his face back into it's former, somewhat vacant stare, only to begin blinking suddenly. "He's right, Angela. You do have pretty hair." The voice was Michael's, but cool, and distant...the cadence not at all like her brothers' fragmented but soothing tones. 

She wheeled, growling under her breath. "Don't touch me! I was talking to my brother. I want to keep talking to my brother."

"Now, now...you're gonna hurt a guy's feelings. And here Michael was telling me that you wanted to thank me. Such a show of gratitude. Makes me wonder what you were really talking about." He shook his head, stepping back..."You know, I didn't ask to be saddled with a gimp." 

"He's not a....you bastard, you better take that back!" She raised her hand, angrily...

"So now you're going to hit me? Hit him? What a good sister you're turning out to be." His eyes were cold, glittering with barely concealed malice, even as his lips curled into a contemptuous smirk. "Look, your brother is fine, you're fine, and I'm fine. Now I think you'll agree I had a lot to do with that. Let's not forget it."

"You...You're right." she muttered... "Thank you."

"Oh, that sounded sincere."

"I mean it. Thank you. It's just...well, you interrupted a private moment. It's creepy. One minute I'm talking to my brother...the next...well...I'm not."

"Well, I suppose that's a reason to freak out a bit. But I am wondering? How did the subject of the girls come up in this private moment? Certainly not the most tender and loving of subjects."

"I asked him about awakening me...how he had managed. That is when he told me you did it. I had you to thank."

"The girls though...he didn't expect you to thank me for them did he? No...he didn't like the task. Did he tell you why we woke them? We did it together, you know. I needed his help to find them. To find you too."

"No...he didn't say why. You know he didn't get a chance."

"Decoys. We woke twelve girls, set them to awaken at roughly the same time, so that we could get to you in the confusion." He shrugged. "My...brother...is looking for me, and thus by extension, Michael, and by further extension, you."

"What happened to them? Where are they?"

"Around...or dead, most likely. Unless they woke up quickly enough. Michael heard one sobbing yesterday. Wanted to play the hero. Not gonna happen. My brother isn't the nicest fellow, and neither are his friends." He gazed at her, as her mouth worked soundlessly, unable to come to grips with the callousness he displayed. 

"It's a long story." He looked up at the corner of the room, and swore. "And one we really don't have time for. Move!" 

He shoved her towards the door. She looked up and saw nothing. Then she realized what he was looking at. A video camera. Surveillance. It creaked as it moved, attempting to follow. A little red eye blinked on the dusty box. She stared, frozen a moment, noting that the lense of the camera was clean, though the rest was dusty. Someone was watching, and someone cared about upkeep...if not cleanliness, then functionality. A harder shove knocked her through the door. "Move!" shouted Rabbit. 

As she stumbled out the door, she heard it. The clank of metal on concrete, the scrape of more metal along the plas-crete walls. Whatever it was, it sounded huge. It was huge. The head appeared pitifully small against the mass of shiny metal that shadowed the far doorway. As it got closer, and the pale fluorescent light illuminated it's face, she could see its' drooling visage clearly, old, sallow, pale yellow, the sneering smile missing several teeth. It was a human face, but only barely. The skull was capped in metal, rivets obscenely surrounding his head, from the forehead on back. His left hand, more accurately steel claws, made the scraping noise, dragging ominously along the plas-crete wall.

She backed up slowly, staring into those crazed eyes. Rabbit barreled past her, as if to simply leave her behind, then screeched to a halt, looking absolutely pissed. "Alright! Alright! I'll fucking get her, you whiny gimp!" He turned and grabbed Angela by the hair, brooking no argument from her in getting her to move, yanking hard, till she stumbled and cried out. "Fucking stupid bitch..." he muttered, pulling her along, though she moved now on her own.

The metallic monstrousity rumbled, then roared, the deep voice completely out of synch with the old, senile, crazed face. "Going to get you, Rabbit. Gonna get you now, you sum'bitch! Master's not going to be easy on ya this time. Master's gonna let me tear ya apart, nice and slow!" 

Rabbit stopped, looking back incredulously. "You fuck! Master? You logged on! I warned you about the bastard, Troll. Why the fuck did you log on?"

The old cyborg cackled. "Maintenance, you sum'bitch...Maintenance." The mechanical nightmare suddenly lurched forward, claws out stretched to grab at Rabbit, who of course, was no longer available. "Troll works for Green Mile! I always work for Green Mile! Master showed me! Master is Green Mile!" He cackled as he lurched into a run, after the fleeing couple...the laughter echoing after them.

Rabbit and Angela out-distanced the old cyborg fairly easily. Rabbit swore under his breath with each passing stride. Troll was by no means painfully slow, and he could keep going at this rate almost indefinitely. And if Troll was working for the man now, that meant that things were going from bad to worse. Ajax and Gabriel couldn't be too far behind....or ahead. He ran hard, pushing Angela ahead of him, trying to come up with a plan... "Okay, Michael, I'm bloody listening. Where the hell do we go?" His eyes widened... "Are you fucking nuts? You are! Fuck...my pet gimp has gone and completely lost his friggin' mind!" But he reached out and yanked Angela to a stop regardless, and turned left, opening the door to a stairwell, and leaping down into the darkness as fast as he dared move. 

"Next stop, Hell.", he whispered to the bewildered, frightened woman. And so they descended.



The Journey Ch. 04



The next morning I had a strange sense that there was something special about the day. You know that feeling you get when you sense that something important is going to happen to you. You can't really put it into words, or ever be able to explain it to someone else, but deep inside you know it's true. This was the feeling I had this morning. I took a shower, and headed upstairs to wait for the girls. I dished out some yogurt, put some fresh fruit over the top, and carried my bowl into the family room. Usually I would read or watch a little television, but I decided to put on some mellow music. We had an intercom system in the house, and I set it to play throughout the system, so the music could be heard in every room of the house. I sat on the couch and ate my breakfast as I listened to the music. As I was finishing up and putting my bowl and spoon in the dishwasher, the doorbell rang. I gave a quick look just to be sure that it was Sandy and Suzy, and then walked to the front door and opened it wide for them. "Good morning to my two lovely ladies!" I said, and invited them in. 

"Good morning to our handsome gentleman as well," said Sandy. 

"Our very noble gentleman," Suzy added. They stepped into the entry, and I slipped between them and closed the door. I turned around, and both of them came up to me and took me by the hand. 

"Michael," said Sandy, "We want to talk to you about something." I had a sudden fear that things had gone too far yesterday, and that the girls had decided not to continue our adventures. I made sure my thoughts wouldn't be evident to the girls. 

"I know," I said boldly, "You don't have to remind me about the rules. I'm still willing to obey whatever the two of you may desire." There was a pause for a few seconds before Suzy spoke. 

"Um...this is about something different, Michael. Can we go somewhere and talk?" My heart sank and I was sure I knew what they were going to say to me. I just wanted to get it over with. "How about the family room?" I said, pointing into the room next door. Sandy looked over at Suzy and then back at me. 

"That room doesn't seem right for this. Is there someplace else we could go?" she asked. Now I was confused. I couldn't figure out why the choice of room would matter. But I decided it was up to them, so I suggested the only other place that seemed to make sense. 

"We could use my room if you would like to" I answered. Suzy nodded. 

"I think that would be perfect for our conversation" she said. Sandy agreed and the three of us went down the stairs and into my room. We hopped onto the bed, crossed our legs, and sat in a triangle facing each other.

"Yesterday," Sandy began, "Something changed." My heart sank again. It seemed that I was probably right about what they were going to say after all. "I know that you felt the change as much as Suzy and I did" she continued. "Suzy and I talked some when we got home yesterday, and then we spent a long time talking together last night. Suzy and I decided something together, and we wanted to tell you about our decision first thing this morning." Here it comes I thought. I started to say something but Sandy put up her hand to stop me, so I resigned myself to just listening. "When we moved in next door, Suzy and I were glad to find there was a cute guy living next door. And even though we really never got to know each other, when we would see each other you always seemed like a really nice guy. Then when you made such a show about making sure we saw you naked, Suzy and I thought that maybe we could get to know you a little better, and get an even better view of you. So we basically invited ourselves over to your house. We imagined it would be pretty fun, but it was also just a bit scary too. So we thought that if you agreed for us to be in charge, then we would feel we had control of the situation. We asked you, and you agreed, and so this is how the whole thing started." She paused and looked over at Suzy. Suzy nodded to her sister, and Sandy turned to look at me again. I was unsure why she was telling me all of this if they had decided they were going to put an end to the whole thing. So I thought that maybe they weren't stopping it, but just wanting to make sure that it didn't go to far again. 

"I think I know what you are going to say" I began. 

Sandy put her fingers on my lips and stopped me in mid sentence. "You don't, Michael." She said softly, "Just let me finish before you say another word. Okay?" I nodded in agreement. "Yesterday, things went a lot further than I think anyone really expected them to go. We didn't plan for it to happen – it just did. While it was pretty exciting, it was also a little scary. But it didn't stay that way, at least for Suzy and me. In the middle of what was happening, Suzy and I both realized that there is so much that we don't know or understand about these kinds of sexual things. But you were just perfect in how you handled the situation. You could obviously tell that we didn't know very much about what was happening to you. We already knew that you were very comfortable about your body and letting us see all of you. When you recognized that we were asking questions because we didn't know, and we wanted to learn, you were great. You didn't make us feel stupid or embarrassed, and you weren't embarrassed to talk about things either. In fact you were just like a teacher with us, wanting us to learn and understand. Suzy and I really liked that part. Michael, you are so different from other guys. All they want is whatever they can get for themselves, and they don't seem to care about anything else. Suzy and I both feel like you want to give to us instead of just taking, and that you really care about us. Because of this, we feel comfortable and safe with you." 

Sandy paused and looked over at Suzy for a moment. Taking a deep breath, she continued. "So here is what Suzy and I wanted to talk to you about. She and I really want to learn about all of these sexual things. We're sure there are many things you would like to learn too. Not only exploring things about you and your body, but about ourselves and our bodies too. And we want you to help us, so that we could learn about all of these things together, because we feel so safe with you. We can ask questions and try things and find out all of this stuff together. But you can't tell anyone about what we are doing – anyone at all or any part of it. We don't think you would, or we wouldn't have asked you, but you can understand that we just have to make sure. Michael, we really hope that you want to do this with us." With all of this said, she took another deep breath. "So what do you think about all of this?" she asked.

I thought about it for a few moments. Keeping it a secret from everybody wasn't a problem at all. I have always believed in keeping personal things private, especially things about other people. It seemed like a big responsibility – to be their "teacher", but the idea of learning all about them and their bodies really interested me. And I liked the idea of exploring things together and making new discoveries. I wanted to do this with them but I just needed to be sure it was really what they wanted too. I looked into Sandy's eyes. "This is really what you want to do?" I asked, "The three of us learning and exploring together?" 

She nodded and answered. "I really do, Michael." 

I turned to Suzy. "You too, Suzy? This is what you want also?" I asked. 

Suzy looked me straight in the eyes. "I do, Michael. Very much." she responded. 

"She was the one who came up with the idea first!" Sandy added. I knew they were both sincere in their answers. 

"Suzy, Sandy, my two lovely ladies," I said, "I would be most honored to be your partner on this journey!" They both flashed big smiles at me. 

"Oh Michael," said Sandy, "We were sure you would say yes, but it was still a little hard to ask you. It's great to actually hear you say yes!" I leaned forward and gave Sandy a light kiss on her cheek. I turned to give Suzy the same, but she leaned in toward me without turning her head. She obviously wanted her kiss on the lips. So I obliged her by meeting her lips with my own. It was just a soft kiss and when our lips parted, Suzy sucked a bit on my lower lip. It suddenly became kind of awkward for the three of us. We had just agreed to something extraordinary, and now we were all here together, but I don't think any of us really knew what to do next. I grabbed their hands in mine. 

"There's no need to rush things." I suggested. "We have plenty of time ahead of us. Let's go for a swim!" this seemed to ease the tension for us. I got up from the bed, still holding their hands, and led them out to the pool.

We swam together for a short time. I was standing against the edge with the water level across my chest, when Sandy swam over beside me. I gave her a quick hug and took her hand. 

"So Michael" she said. "Does it really feel that different to be in the nude outside instead of wearing something? It doesn't seem like it would be that different." I looked at her and smiled. 

"It really does make a big difference. Even a little clothing keeps you warmer. Like your bikini. It doesn't cover much skin, but you would be amazed at the difference it would make to be without it. It's also because the skin that gets exposed is more sensitive." She looked back and forth around the yard. 

"I'd like to try it, but I'm just so nervous about somebody seeing me," she said. 

"Why don't you try this." I suggested. "Just stay in the water. You can slip your suit off and set it on the deck. You can see what it feels like without worrying about someone seeing you." She seemed to like the idea. 

"But I think I'll start with just the top for now." 

She gave another look around and then reached behind her and untied the strings holding her top on. As it came loose, she lifted it up and over her head, and then laid it out on the deck. I could see on her face that she was already feeling the effects. I was trying not to stare but it was hard to look away from her tits. They were every bit as nice as I had imagined them to be. They were round and full, but they stood straight out without a bit of sagging. She had dark round areolas with large reddish nipples. I could feel my dick harden at the wonderful sight before my eyes. The cool water was already having quite an effect because her nipples were hard and sticking out as well. 

"Oh that is amazing Michael," she exclaimed. "It feels absolutely incredible. I can't believe it could be so different." I laughed. 

"You haven't felt anything yet. Try swimming around a little bit." Suzy had been swimming in the deep end and had just joined us. It didn't appear that she noticed what her sister was doing yet, but as Sandy pushed off to get to the deeper water, she came out of the water up to her waist. I knew that Suzy had seen her sister's naked tits by how her expression suddenly changed. She stared after Sandy as she swam away and when she looked back toward me, I could see her eyes fix on the suit top on the edge of the pool. 

"What is she doing?" Suzy asked. 

"She was asking if it was so different without wearing anything." I explained. "She wanted to try, but was nervous. So I suggested she slip off her suit in the pool. That way she could try it without the chance of anyone seeing her. But there's no one but me around to see anyway." We both watched as Sandy swam back over to us with a huge grin on her face. 

"Oh wow!" Sandy called out. "You were right Michael! It's so much more intense when I swim! I can see why you like it so much. I could get hooked on this feeling. I think I already am!" I laughed again. 

"And you're only halfway to the full effect." I pointed out. 

"Well that's as far as I am going to try today," Sandy asserted. Sandy turned toward Suzy and giggled. "You have to try this Suzy. I can't even tell you how much fun it is, or how good it feels on your skin." Suzy had been gazing at her sister's tits as we were talking. She looked up at Sandy's face and then turned to look at me. 

"Here goes nothing then," Suzy said. She reached behind her and unhooked her bandeau top. Since there was nothing around her neck to hold it up, her top fell away from her tits the instant she undid the clasp. Suzy was standing more to the shallow end of the pool, and so her tits were easy for Sandy and me to see, and my dick hardened even more than before in response to the sight. They were very different than her sister's, but every bit as nice. Suzy's tits were smaller, but they were very firm with a shape like an inverted champagne glass. Her areolas and nipples were smaller than Sandy's as well. They were a smooth pink in color, and her nipples pointed forward with a slight upturn. Suzy caught me looking them over and just smiled at me. 

"They look really nice out of the water, Suzy," I said. "But you need to get them deeper to get the real affect. She sauntered past Sandy and me as she headed into deeper water. Sandy and I were watching intently, and as Suzy's tits dipped under the surface, I could see her nipples harden. 

"Ooh!" Suzy said breathlessly. "I see what you mean. It's a lot more intense that I thought it would be," she said. 

"Do some swimming," Sandy urged her sister. "It gets even better!" Suzy pushed off into the deep end of the pool. She reached the other side, turned around, and swam back to where Sandy and I were standing. Her grin was even wider than her sister's. 

"Too incredible," Suzy said as she reached us. "I like this. It makes me tingle all over. I don't think I ever want to wear a swim suit top ever again! Michael, I think you've made us converts. Now I know why you like it so much! And don't you dare say a word about only being halfway there!" she insisted. "I know you would love to see that, but you'll just have to wait." I grinned in a silent reply. "I'm going to enjoy this some more. Anyone care to join me?" she asked as she began to swim away. Sandy and I didn't say a word but simply followed her into the deeper water. 

I could tell they were really enjoying the new sensations, and also how their bodies were responding to the rush of the water across their skin. Both of them were regularly inspecting the state of each others nipples, and then checking their own to see if they matched. 

I was getting a little tired and so I made my way to the shallow end and sat down on the top step. My dick had softened just a bit, but it was still pretty hard from the sight of the two girls in the pool without their tops. Sitting on the step, the water was splashing against my dick at a level where the tip was left exposed. I was watching the girls for a bit when Suzy noticed me and made her way over. She wasn't shy at all about her bared tits and actually seemed to want me to get a good view of them. She moved very close and used her hand to casually splash water over my dick. 

"So what do you think?" she asked. 

"About what?" I replied teasingly. 

"Well," Suzy continued, "About having Sandy and me topless for one thing!" 

Sandy swam over to us as I answered. "What can I say? I think it's absolutely wonderful. Both of you are so beautiful and lovely to look at, and I love to simply be with you two. What did you think I would say? But you said 'for one thing'. So what's the second thing?" I questioned. 

"Is your...uh...your dick always sticking out like that?" Suzy asked. "I mean, it seems like it's always pretty hard. At least every time I've seen it. Isn't it supposed to get softer or something?" 

I smiled at the question. "Actually it's softer much more of the time than it's hard, although it does get hard and stick out a lot – whenever I get excited sexually. Usually all it takes for me to get hard is to think of something sexual, or even just touching it will get it hard. It just gets hard whenever I get excited in a sexual way. Or if someone is splashing water on it." Suzy gave me a devious smile in response. "Sometimes it just seems to have a mind of its own, and gets hard all by itself. It's been pretty much hard all of the time you've been around because being nude around you two is more than enough stimulation to get me hard. And that was before you two were topless. I don't see much of a chance of my dick being anything other than hard with you two around me." 

Sandy had been listening intently to my answer. "So once it gets hard, it pretty much just stays like that?" she asked. "For how long? You said it's soft a lot of the time, so what happens to make it get softer again?" 

"Well," I explained, "sometimes it will go down by itself, but usually only after a long time, and only if I'm not thinking about anything to get me excited. But I have to admit that I think about sexual things most of the time these days. Really the only way to make it get softer is to relieve the excitement. And the only way to do that is to have an orgasm – to make it squirt like we talked about yesterday. After that it gets soft again, although sometimes only for a little while before it gets hard again." 

Suzy spoke up again. "Does it hurt to get hard like that? Or to stay hard for a long time?"

"It certainly doesn't!" I laughed. "It feels great, and it's also really sensitive when it's hard. It doesn't hurt to be like this for a long time either. Although if I've been hard for too long, I have to release the tension, or sometimes my balls will kind of ache for awhile. Is there anything else you wanted to ask?" 

"No." said Suzy, "At least not for now anyway."

"Then you two should really get some oil on before you get burned in a sensitive area." I suggested. 

Sandy looked down at her tits and pressed a finger against one. "They're not burned yet, but they will be soon if I'm not careful. Let's get out of the pool." She started to get out and then stopped. She looked around again and I could tell that she was worrying about someone being able to see her.

"Sandy," I said, "There's nothing to worry about. Nobody is around to see you if you get out of the pool. Nobody except for me, and I promise not to tell anyone. Just try it – you'll like it." She took another step, and then stopped again. I got out and moved the loungers into a position that was still in the sun, but in a more secluded portion of the deck. I went over to Sandy, took her hand and with some encouragement she followed me out of the pool and over to the loungers. "See? Nothing to it. Now put some oil on because I know you don't want to get burned." I turned back to where Suzy was standing in the pool. "I suppose I need to escort you as well?" 

"I think I can find my way by myself," she said. She stepped out of the pool and casually made her way over to join Sandy and me. I could see the she had small goose bumps on her skin and her nipples were hard and lifted up. "The air feels pretty nice on them too," she remarked. "Don't you think so Sandy?" 

Sandy had already started to put oil over her skin. It gave her skin a slick shine, and she was paying special attention to the area around her nipples. Her fingers had her nipples completely erect. "Okay, okay. I admit it does feel good - both the air and the sunshine." She continued spreading the oil over the rest of her exposed skin and then handed the oil to her sister. I watched as Suzy poured some oil into her hand, rubbed her hands together, and then spread the oil on her exposed skin. She laid her hands on her skin just below her collarbones, and then swept her hands down, running them over her nipples to just below the curve of her tits. Suzy worked her hands from side to side, moving them back up until she had completely covered herself. She took more of the oil and worked at covering the rest of her skin. Suzy asked me to take care of her back, so I had her put some oil on my hands and began to spread it across her back. I worked my way down until I reached the edge of her suit bottom. I was ready to stop when she reached back and slid the material lower, exposing a band of untanned skin and the top of the crease between her cheeks. She obviously wanted me to continue so I slid my hands across the bared flesh, being sure to dip a finger lightly into the crease. She turned around to face me, and slid the front of her suit down as well. There was more light skin and in the middle was a small tuft of soft blonde hair. I gently slipped my fingers from the sides across to meet in the middle, and lightly touched the small patch of her hair. As I was taking care of Suzy, I felt a pair of hands on my back that I assumed must belong to Sandy. They were quickly covering me with a coating of oil she was massaging into my skin. Suzy took hold of my hands, placed them on her hips, and then slid her hands across her breasts. She reached out and began to slide her hands across my chest, sharing the oil from her own skin. Sandy's hands had reached my waist. She slipped them around to my stomach, encircling me with her arms, and gave me a hug. I could feel her hard nipples against my ass as she rubbed her oily skin on my cheeks. She slid her body down the back of mine, as her hands covered my legs. Suzy had finished with my chest and her hands had made their way down across my stomach to take hold of my dick. As she held it, she moved closer to me until the tip touched her abdomen. She let go of my dick, placed her hands on my hips, and pulled herself tightly up to my body. My dick slid up against her until the tip was nestled into her navel, and I could feel the bit of exposed hair tickling the underside. She held me close, sliding herself gently across my chest, as Sandy slid up my backside and pressed herself onto my back. I had two pairs of hard nipples and firm tits slipping and sliding over my skin, and my hard dick was rubbing over Suzy's tight abdomen. The three of us wriggled together for several moments, holding each other tightly. Suzy released her hold, and trailing her body across me one last time, moved away from me, and sat down on her lounger. Sandy reached around from behind me and wrapped her hand around my dick. Holding it tightly, she slid around to the front, and sat on the end of her lounger. She gave my dick a firm squeeze, and bent forward, looking intently at the tip of my dick. A drop of precum had formed at the opening. She squeezed a second time, swept her finger over the tip, and brought her finger up to her mouth. She licked her finger and looked up at me.




The Journey Ch. 04



*Sadly this is the last part I have written, I haven't found the right way to continue yet but I promise I'll continue it sometime soon. Thanks for reading!* 

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The next night he came to her house and caught her a little off guard because she hadn't been expecting him. He had a brown paper bag in his arms and a small overnight bag slung over his shoulder.

"I've brought supper." He said with a smile as she let him in.

He treated her to a candlelight dinner with red wine and sautéed chicken. Then a slice of strawberry cheesecake for dessert. As they were cleaning up he put a hand on her shoulder and rubbed a wet cloth against her cheek.

"There was some strawberry juice." He said softly. He paused with her face cupped in his hand. He felt a deep longing to kiss her, so he slowly leaned forward and gently caressed her lips with his. Katarina was surprised by his kiss. It was so gentle, so tender, so loving, and she returned it. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer, deepening the kiss. She returned the embrace and the kiss until he pulled away still holding her.

"You are wonderful." He murmured. "So sweet, so lovely." He kissed the top of her head.

She blushed but didn't pull away. He ran his hands up and down her back. He kissed her lips again then kissed a trail across her cheek and down her neck.

"I want to please you." He whispered in her ear then gently sucked her earlobe into his mouth. "I want to please you and only you. Will you let me?"

Katarina gasped and looked up at him. She opened her mouth to speak but couldn't find any words.

"Remember my promises." He whispered. "Nothing will happen that you don't want to."

She trembled a little but she nodded, because she felt inside a longing for him to please her, to love her.

Brian smiled and picked her up.

"First you need to relax." He said and carried her to the bathroom. He started to draw a bath for her and added some light scented, soothing oils.

He stood before her and cupped her face in his hands.

"Remember, I won't hurt you." He said and kissed her, placing her hand over his heart meaning things that he could not yet say.

He gently slipped her jacket off then took off her shirt. He kept eye contact and kept reassuring her with crooning whispers. Katarina trembled a little, but not with fear, just with nervousness. She had never been undressed before and felt a little shy and embarrassed. When he had completely undressed her he pulled her close to him.

"Katarina you are beautiful." He whispered. "Do not be embarrassed, you have no reason to be."

He helped her into the water which rose to her chest. He decided it was too soon for him to caress her and wash her, so he kissed her forehead. "I'll be back in a little bit while you soak." He turned to leave, taking a large fluffy towel with him to warm it in the dryer.

After he left Katarina set to washing herself. She shaved her legs even though she thought Brian wouldn't mind. She wasn't sure what was going to happen, but she was sure that she wanted it to happen. Katarina cared deeply for him, and that care might even be love. She wasn't sure but it warmed her heart to think that. She sank down into the warm water and tried to relax while waiting for him to return. Shortly after Brian came back in with the now warm towel.

"Ready to come out or do you want to soak some more?"

"I'm ready." She said with a shy smile.

He held out his hand for her and helped her out. He wrapped the warm towel around her and dried her off.

"How was your bath?"

"It was nice."

"You're still tense my dear." He picked her up still wrapped in the towel and carried her to her bed. "Lie on your stomach." He whispered and removed the towel. He covered her lower half with the sheet and massaged her back. He rubbed in a soothing lotion and felt her relax under his hands. Brian started humming as he massaged her, relaxing her further. Then he lay down beside her and pulled her close to him. He kissed her gently yet firmly, letting a bit of his own passion into that kiss.

"You're still wearing clothes." She whispered against his lips.

He smiled. "So quick to want me naked eh?" They both chuckled and he began to remove his own clothing down to his boxers. Her hands wandered over his naked chest and she reveled in the feel of him. Her hands traveled lower until they rested on his navel. His erection was straining against the fabric of his boxers and she traced the hardness with a single finger, she was curious to see more but was hesitant. Brian sucked in a breath and took her hand away from there. "Not tonight, tonight is for you my lovely."

He kissed her again and his hands traveled over her body. Gently caressing and building the fire within her. He wanted to bring forth that desire and give her pleasure like she had never felt before. Brian kissed a trail from her lips to her chest, but avoided the sensitive areas where she wanted him most. He kissed his way down to her stomach then back up again. This time his kisses trailed across her breasts and he gently laved her nipples, made her arch at the contact. He cupped one breast in his warm hand and let his mouth please the other. She moaned and shifted beneath him and he almost moaned with her for what he felt for her. As he caressed her breasts his hand traveled lower to her hips, and then to her thighs. He stopped his attentions to her breasts and took her mouth with hers again. He watched her face as he moved his hand between her thighs. She stiffened a little and looked up into his eyes. He saw the trust and love in her eyes, but also the slight fear too.

"Trust me sweetheart. I will not hurt you." He whispered. He began to caress her and find her pleasure spots.

She gasped and closed her eyes, arching to feel the pleasure. He slowly stroked her entrance and feeling her wetness slowly slid a finger into her, carefully watching her reaction. Her eyes snapped open and she jerked away from him.

"No!" She said fearfully and drew her legs up close to her chest, covering herself with the blanket. She closed her eyes tight and hugged herself.

Brian had been afraid of that; he had not known for sure how she would react to his touches. He looked at her with concern.

"Katarina? It's all right, it's only me." He sat opposite her, not touching her.

She slowly opened her eyes to look at him. Yes it was Brian's face. For a moment she had seen the Dom's face, grinning with perverseness. But it was Brian who was with her, looking at her with concern and care. Katarina relaxed and sagged into her bed. Brian was immediately by her side and holding her.

"I'm sorry." She whispered against his chest.

"No don't be, it is no fault of yours, just an obstacle to push through."

"I'm trying to trust you, and I do trust you but...nightmares get in the way." She sighed.

Brian held her tighter. "I know, little bird, I will help you. I will force nothing on you and we will take this slow."

She looked up at him, relaxed again and she could feel her arousal now that her moment of panic had passed. "Will you continue?"

"Only if you wish it." Brian said.

"I do." She whispered.

Brian kissed her and began his ministrations again. He took his time, slowly exploring every inch of her body, building up that feverish desire again. When he felt she was ready he moved his hand lower to rest on her mound.

"Open your eyes, Katarina, look at me." He said softly.

She opened her eyes and looked at him. 

"Trust me, little bird." He whispered, then slowly slipped a finger inside.

She made a slight mewling moan and she trembled beneath him. He slowly began to stroke her and her moans increased and her hips writhed. Soon her hips began to move faster and he picked up the pace of his stroking. She clung to him and strove for the pleasure.

"Let it go darling." He whispered hoarsely with his own passion. "Let it go and take your pleasure."

He increased the pace and changed the angle slightly. Katarina cried out and clung to him tightly, arching and writhing as the pleasure washed over her in a wave. Brian held her just as tightly until she collapsed into a puddle of satiated woman. He tenderly embraced her and lay down with her.

"Sleep now, I will be here." 

She snuggled into his chest and sighed in content. He watched as she fell asleep and breathed deeply. His cock was raging for release and he struggled to gain control over himself. His jaw clenched and his pulse was prominent in his throat.

"Lord the things you do to me." He whispered to the sleeping Katarina. He held her close and finally felt sleep coming as the raging fire within him subsided.

....

Katarina woke first in the early morning. The events of the night replayed through her mind. She sighed and looked at the man lying beside her. He was sleeping calmly, his face serene. She smiled. She was happy again; her worries and fears were starting to fade. He was able to touch her, something she had been afraid of. Her mind wandered to the pleasures she had felt last night. She wanted to return that pleasure to him. Katarina gently placed her hand on his groin. She was surprised to find his cock semi hard and it twitched at her touch. Brian made a slight sound in his sleep and shifted. Katarina gently began to stroke him and he instantly became fully hard. She pulled down his boxers and fully wrapped her hand around him and began stroking again, then she leaned down and wrapped her lips around the swollen head.

Brian woke with a gasp and his hand flew to her head. He was dazed waking up to such pleasure, then realized who it was that was doing the pleasing. 

"Katarina." He moaned.

She lifted her head to look at him but still kept her hand wrapped around his cock.

"Are you sure?" He asked her hoarsely.

"Yes." She said with a smile. "I know that you did not find release last night, you were too concerned about me. But I wanted to please you in return."

She bent her head and began to take him back into her mouth. Brian moaned and sank back down into the pillows. He kept one hand resting gently on her head. Her sweet mouth brought him to the cusp of orgasm quickly and his breathing increases its pace. He twined his fingers in her hair and held on long enough to give her warning.

"Katarina I'm close!" He gasped, thinking she would pull away.

But she didn't, she suckled him with greater fervor and he could hold on no longer. He came in her mouth and his hips bucked. He moaned and his whole body relaxed. Katarina snuggled against him, her head resting on his shoulder. Brian was trying to get his breathing and heart rate back to normal. He rolled over onto his side so he could look at her.

"That was...amazing." He said breathlessly and caressed her face. "I'm afraid I'm going to fall asleep again." He chuckled.

Katarina chuckled as well. "It is still early morning, and if the sounds you made were any indication I'd say that that was pretty powerful."

Brian groaned and held her to him. "You have no idea, sweetheart." Then they both fell asleep again.



The Journey Ch. 05



The car slowed, feeling this, she picked up her head, listening. Feeling the car turn, she heard the unmistakable crunch of gravel beneath the tires. Tilting her head towards Him as if to question, she continued to listen, now alert. 

Seeing her, He smiled, answering her unspoken questions, “patience, lil one…just a bit longer.”

Sighing softly, she settled against the seat, her keen ears listening to the unending crunch. Feeling the car come to a halt, she sat upright in the seat, the blindfold still intact. She picked up on the sound of an electric window sliding down, and a beeping noise. Her head tilting as she tries to figure out what the beeping noise is and then the sound again of the window rolling up slowly.

Chuckling, He finally gives her what she is so patiently waiting for, “you may remove the blind fold now, sweetness.” As He gives her this instruction, the car again accelerates, the crunch of gravel once again heard.

He chuckled as He watched her hands fly up to her face, pushing the blindfold away, her dark eyes blinking rapidly against the afternoon sunlight pouring in through the windshield. Her eyes slowly become accustomed to the light. She turns in her seat to look behind, seeing the tall security fence, the gate just swinging closed. She tilts her head as she looks at Him her questions unspoken. 

“You are not a prisoner here, lil one…this is just a security measure to keep those who do not belong here out.” 

Nodding slowly, she quietly answers Him, “yes, Master.”

Slowing the car so that she could take in every new site, He watched the emotions play against her face. He knew exactly what she was thinking, a poker face she didn’t have. 

Eyes darting, taking in the trees in full bloom that lined the long gravel lane, the rolling hills to each side of the drive and the long pristine white fence line. A small frown gathers on her brow as she continues to take in all of the sites, thinking she has seen this same scene once before, feeling the familiarness of it all. Knowing she has never been here, but feeling the sense of belonging, she continues to observe each new sights and sounds as they come into view.

Gasping softly, she sits straighter in the seat as the house comes into sight. It is exactly the same as what she has always dreamed. A big sprawling two-story log cabin, the rich wood gleaming in the afternoon sun. Flowers and various plants meticulously groomed in front of the wide wrap around porch that surrounds the house, the stables just off to the left of the house with a riding arena just beyond the stables. A cobblestone path leading up to the front door beckoning to her.

He chuckles as He sees her hand on the door latch, sensing her anticipation as she sees all that He has built for her. 

Hearing His chuckle, she looks at Him, her face a mix of emotions, “how did You know Master? How did You know this is what I have always envisioned?” 

Smiling to her, He responds, “you told me, lil one, don’t you remember?” 

Puzzled, she looks at Him, “but…I’ve never seen or spoke to You before, Master…how can that be so?” 

“You talked to me, lil one, I’ve heard every dream, every misery, each hope, every heartache you have been through. You have shared all of this and more with me, I simply listened.” 

As He spoke, He slowly caressed her thigh. “I know, lil one, all that you need, want, desire…even if you do not at this time. Have faith and trust in Me to take care of you.” 

Slowly she nodded her head, her mind a mass of confusion.

The car came to a halt, stopping at the cobblestone walk. 

“Stay here, lil one.” 

Looking at Him, she nodded slowly, her anticipation barely contained. He chuckled as He opened the door, swinging long legs out to the gravel. Standing and shutting the door, He stretched His tight muscles from the long ride, knowing that she was near bursting, He walked around to the passenger’s side, opening the door for her. Taking her small hand within His, He gently pulled her from the car. Closing the door behind her, He felt her hand tugging lightly against His. She was anxious to see everything, but also a bit timid.

Feeling her dark eyes looking up to Him, He looked down upon her face, smiling. 

“Where shall we begin, little one….the house, the stables…what do you wish to explore first?” 

Looking up to Him, she lowered her long lashes, suddenly feeling very shy. “Where ever You wish to show me Master,” she responded softly.

Pulling her close to His side, He chuckled softly, “what’s this with the shyness, little one?” “This is your home, you belong here, everything you have ever dreamed of is within reach now for you little one.” 

Gasping softly, she lifted dark eyes to Him, “but Master, I can’t…I have responsibilities, my work, my home, everything. I just can’t up and leave all of that behind. No matter how much I have dreamed of having a home exactly like this.”

Grasping her chin lightly in His hand, he lifts her face to look at Him, seeing the tears glazing over her dark orbs. “This is yours, little one…built from your dreams…nothing else matters now. I have taken care of everything; the house, your truck, your job, even your family.” “The house has been sold, all of your belongings are being moved as we speak, I sent a letter of resignation to your boss and your family is well aware of where you are. You have nothing to worry about except being as pleasing as you are at this very moment and striving to be even more pleasing to Me as we put you through your training, little one.” 

She listened quietly through the entire time He spoke…her mind whirling.

“But, Master……,” she interjected softly. 

Putting a finger to her lips to hush her, He pulled her tightly to Him. “Your dreams are coming true little one…why do you seek to question them?” 

“Because, Master…nothing like this has ever happened to me before…” she answered softly, almost in a whisper. 

“I know, little one…remember? I know all that you have gone through in your life. I also know exactly what you need to make you happy, to feel safe and secure, to feed that inner hunger that calls to you. No one, not even you will take this away, ever. You are mine…mine now, tomorrow, throughout eternity.” 

Slowly she nodded her head, her dark eyes searching His as she listened to His words, feeling a sense of trust, of peace within her soul, warming her with its strength, its security and also the tiny cracks starting to erode at the walls she had constructed to protect herself. Smiling softly up to Him, she stood on tiptoe, brushing her lips lightly against His neck. 

He heard her soft murmur, “thank You, Master.” 

He squeezed her tightly to Him, stroking her long hair, His voice soft, “you are welcome, little one”

Smacking her bottom lightly, chuckling as He heard the gasp, He growled “now let’s start this exploration…I know you are eager.” 

Looking up to Him, she giggled as she saw His eyes twinkling in merriment, “yes Master!”

Giggling, she tugged at His hand, her steps almost skipping as she headed first toward the stables as He knew she would. He watched her, smiling as she seemed like a little girl on a grand adventure. Grinning as she stopped dead in her tracks, finally spotting her surprise. 

She looked up to Him, “Master…He is beautiful. May I pet him, please Master…please, please please?” 

Chuckling, He looked down to her, His voice soft, “of course little one, he is yours…but only after you have taken riding lessons may you ride him.” 

Gasping she looked up to Him, the tears falling unchecked down her cheeks, running to Him, she hugged Him around the waist. “truly, Master, truly he is mine…my very own?” 

“Of course, sweetness. You have dreamed only of a palomino stallion, four white stockings and a star on his forehead, haven’t you, little one?” 

“Yes, yes Master…all my life,” she said breathlessly. 

“Then go to him, make friends…he has been waiting patiently for you, little one.” 

Again she hugged Him fiercely, “thank You, Master.”

He chuckled as He watched her tiny feet scamper to the stable, slowing as she approached the stallion. Squatting down to pull some sweet clover she held it out to the stallion, approaching him slowly. The stallion nickered to her, shaking his head in greeting. Giggling softly, she skipped the last few steps to him, softly caressing his nose as he ate the clover from her outstretched palm. Turning to look over her shoulder to her Master, she beamed to Him. He walked the distance to her, laughing as the horse nickered loudly, as if saying to pay attention to him, butting his head playfully against her shoulder. 

“I see I am going to have some competition for your time from this big brute, little one,” He laughed. 

“Oh Master, isn’t he beautiful?” she spoke breathlessly, snuggling up against the huge stallion. 

The stallion seemed to take her into the embrace, nuzzling her to him, his ears flicking as he watched the Man step close to her. 

“What will you name him, little one?” He asked softly. 

Tilting her head slightly to the side, she looked from the stallion to the Master, “hmmm, it will have to be something very special, Master” she responded. 

“Buttercup?” He asked, chuckling. 

Both the girl and the horse looked at Him, the horse blowing through his lips to show his disgust, the girl giggling, “no, Master!” “Something majestic…strong…a name to suit him and all his glory.” 

The horse nickered and nudged against her again as if agreeing.

Laughing out loud at both the horse and girls obvious dislike, He pulled her hand to His, “come, little one, there is much more to show to you. You’ll have plenty of time to come back and visit your new friend in a little while.” 

Sighing softly, she let her fingertips trail down along the horse’s nose, kissing him softly, whispering she would be back soon. Nickering softly in response to her, the horse nudged her gently toward the Man.

Smiling, she looked up to her Master, fairly skipping as they circled around the stables. Her eyes keen and observant, taking in each detail. The riding arena, the barn housing all of the tack, saddles, both western and English, and of course more horses. Moving along the cobblestone path, they wound their way through lush gardens with fountains, the vibrant colors and sensual scents mingling with the fresh country air. Her small gasps of delight bringing smile after smile to His face as He watched her.

Coming to around the house, she stopped. Her eyes focused on the sunken pool, complete with a water slide, tropical plants, chaise lounges, everything was there as she had only dreamed of in the past. Her dark eyes again sought Him, “oh Master…everything is here…everything.” 

“I know, little one…I prepared everything for you…only for you,” He responded softly.

Reaching up on tiptoes she kissed Him, pulling His head down to meet hers, nuzzling against Him, sucking softly against His lower lip. 

“There are a few rules though, little one,” He spoke. 

Tilting her head, she looked up to Him, listening. 

“You will have chores, nothing too extreme, but you will take care of your horse. He is yours, therefore, your responsibility. He will need to be brushed, curried, given fresh water, his stalls cleaned and maintained, and of course, when you have completed your riding lessons, he will need to be exercised daily. Do you think you can handle that, little one?” He asked, smiling. 

“Yes, yes Master. I will take good care of him Master, I promise.”

“The horse serves many purposes, little one. He will give you something to care for when I am not available to you, he will keep your mind occupied so that you are not getting into mischief, and he will provide excellent exercise to you as well, keeping those legs and that ass of Mine in tight condition.” He chuckled as the ever-present blush crept up again on her face. 

Grinning up to Him, she countered, “mischief, Master? I don’t get into mischief!” 

He laughed knowingly.

“Ok more rules, little one. You will swim laps in the morning and evening, nude. If you sunbathe, you will be nude, however, you will keep sunscreen on so that you do not burn.” 

Nodding as she listened, she looked up to Him, “nude Master?” 

“Yes, little one, nude. You will be nude most of the time. Only when you are riding or cleaning stalls will you wear clothes. You know I don’t prefer jeans, but in this instance you will wear boots and jeans to protect that silky flesh of yours.” 

Nodding, she spoke softly, “yes, Master.” 

Blushing softly as she felt tingles shoot through her body.

“Now on to more exploring, we still have much to see, little one” He spoke to her. 

Smiling up to him she responded, “yes, Master.”

Glancing to the back of the house, her head tilts as she sees a strange concrete structure. Seeing the direction of her gaze and her obvious questions on her face, He supplies to her, “that is a storm shelter, little one, I know how deathly afraid of storms you are. It is well stocked and has all the amenities that you are accustomed too.” 

Smiling up to Him, she whispered softly “thank You, Master. You truly do know all about me and my little quirks.” 

He smiled down to her, “you told me, little one.”

“Now let’s get into the house, I am hot and sweaty and need something cool to drink, little one” He spoke. 

Smiling up to Him, she tugged lightly against His hand.

They walked around the path to the front of the house, she smiled as she saw the swing on one end of the wrap around porch, the many pots of flowers. Stepping to the double doors that lead into the front foyer, she stopped, her eyes growing big as she looked from the foyer to Him. Her dark eyes taking in all of the details, the flagstone floors, the neutral color scheme, the potted trees gracing one corner. She slipped off her sandals, feeling the coolness of the stone beneath her bare feet. Her small hand continuing to tug lightly against His as they wandered through the house. Her small gasps, the oohs and ahhs, the “oh Masters”. He smiled, knowing how pleased she was and how happy He was to finally give to her what she had been needing all these years.

She stopped abruptly as the entered the kitchen and dining area, her eyes huge, her exclamation breathless, “ohhh Master…this kitchen…it’s huge!” 

Her feet pattering lightly against the stone floor as she scampered throughout the room, inspecting the long marble topped counters, the professional sized stove, the different pantries, the side-by-side refrigerator with of course, crushed ice, cubed ice and water dispensers, the gleaming stainless steel appliances. Off to the left of the kitchen was a breakfast nook with a solid oak table and four chairs, windows lining one whole wall to look out onto the patio area, the pool and the riding arena. 

Falling back to lean against the counter, she could only look at Him, her dark eyes glistening, one word breathlessly on her lips, “Masterrrrrrrr….” 

He walked to her, lifting her to sit on top of the counter, parting her thighs as He slid between them, even at this height, she still looks up to Him and snuggles against His chest. 

“Thank You, Master,” she murmurs softly against Him making Him smile and cuddle her closer. 



The Journey Ch. 05



There was the usual small talk, as the two slowly worked there way past the gun point stage. Val told of his story of having left Halford station a little more rushed then usual and of his fathers propensity for helping the 'grounders' and of his ongoing effort, for all his intents and purposes to become one. Zeke was mostly silent save the occasional grunt or occasional question. Most of questions, aimed to prove or disprove the other mans story. However Zeke was fairly certain he had heard of this incident. It wasn't often the station turrets were armed and even more rare that they fire at one of their own shuttles. The official story had been one of corporate espionage according to ORBA, (Orbital im Broadcasting Agency ) but nothing had been reported afterwards. There had been no reports on the daring escape or the sordid past of the criminals on board. There had been no word on wether the craft had been recaptured or wether the ships occupants had escaped or were still at large. All of these stories would normally have been the sensational broadcast companies typical bread and butter the idea of being one of the few people who knew what happened gave Zeke a little thrill of pride. 

"You know something kiddo, you may have some of the worst luck imaginable!" he rumbled, as Val finished his tale. 

"Why is that?" 

"Because folks will be looking for me as we speak, and baggin' and taggin' you will prove one hell of a bonus for them."

"Well then I'd be sorry to leave your ass in a sling, but hell, if I see any sign of these pursuers I'm dust in the wind!"

"And here I thought you were my hero."

"No, just your water boy for the first quarter."

"Quarter of what?"

"Never mind, it's a grounder thing..."

Val looked around, letting his one cybernetic eye switch to low light. He brushed sand from his hair, his pants and his shirt despite knowing he would soon be doing it again. He grimaced as he stood crouched and looked around the sandy hollow under the ditch. There were just some places sand shouldn't go he thought. As he looked below Zeke he blinked, noticing something to the left of where the dish was bolted down. 

"I was wondering. What were you looking for down here? The building? A way in?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Right there, see the crease? Just down from that half covered ledge near the corner"

"Too dark, but I'll take your word for it, lead the way."

"Planned on it, certainly not getting behind you while you dig" Val grinned. 

"You think I'm gonna drop my gun, and dig do you?"

"Yeah, you're faster, and me? Well I have no clue as to why your being hunted, or what the bounty is, so I think you're safe."

"Hmmmph, well then you show me where, and then go back up there and 'supervise'."

"Done, what do you expect to find?"

"Who knows, but this sandbox holds some secrets and I've always fancied myself a treasure hunter."

"Hoping for water, aren't you?"

"Yeah, there isn't any treasure better than that at the moment."

Val led him down and then climbed back up the sandy hill to watch. Zeke began to dig again, and it didn't take long. The door was a typical metal doorway the type often used as a fire exit in a government building. At one point it had possibly even been painted red. The only real oddity was that the door was solid metal, rather then the typical hollow construction of conventional exits. Rust would have eaten through the door in places otherwise. Zeke could tell that the door would be very heavy just by looking at it. There was a metal plate, implying a place to push but Zeke was fairly certain the stainless steel rectangle (no longer truly stainless) was just for show. The door most likely opened outwards. If it was a fire exit, it was meant to let people out and not in. Even secure areas could not afford to guard al the exits, not in case of an emergency when employees needed out. As long as the door was heavily alarmed, and only opened from the inside, it would not provide any un-authorised entrance without inside help. Zeke scratched his head. How were they going to get in? 

"Hey, digger. Need any help?" called Val. 

"Well, you were right, it's a door. Opens out though, not in, and there's no handle."

"Got a crowbar?"

"Yeah! In my left pocket. Wanna fish around for it? Got ball bearings too!"

"Testy, testy...." Val slid down the hill. "Let me have a look." 

"Suit yourself" 

Val took a look, and turned back to Zeke. "Got a knife? You made me leave mine out there."

"What good's a knife going to do?"

"Well, it'll clear some sand from the creases for starters. Then we can see what the locking mechanisms look like."

"Done this before have you?"

"No. But I got an idea of how to. The door crease isn't covered. You know most of these types of doors had a metal piece....kind of a plate that covered the release mechanism.. To prevent tampering."

Val shrugged. "It looks like this one doesn't. Might be able to jimmy the release."

"It's a heavy door, and nothing to grab hold of. The knife isn't going to help that. Not enough leverage."

"One step at a time. Just wanna see if I'm right, and then we can worry about leverage. Besides, it's probably a well balanced door. Grease the hinges a bit, it might not take as much as you think."

Zeke blinked. The desert rat made sense. He had been about to give in to frustration, without even looking for a solution. He could isolate genetic code sequences in a strand of DNA, splice it to produce desired results (albeit with a margin of error that would make any subject nervous), but he had been ready to concede defeat to a simple door. God, he missed the lab. An inspiration came to him then.

"A spear! You said that you had a spear."

"Yeah. Up there. Yet another item left behind in the name of paranoia."

"Not talking stone-tipped, are we? Twine and wood or something primitive like that?"

"No....we melt metal down here. Sorry to disappoint you, big chief. Some of us can even read and write."

"Yeah, yeah, that's what I'm saying...I didn't think you carried around stone tools, I was just making sure, because a metal spear might work as a crowbar. You get the catch released, and I'll pry her open with the spear. Think there'll be a working alarm?"

"After all these years? No way." Val smiled. "Go get the spear. I ain't climbing up there for it, when you're the reason I left the stuff up there."

It was only a few moments later that a siren pierced the desert air. Val and Zeke stood looking into a dark stairwell, occasionally lit by flashing red light.

"Um...the alarm still works." said Val, a sheepish smile on his face.

"I noticed." answered Zeke. A big grin lit up on his face, exposing sharp canines. "Let's go see what else is working!"

Val couldn't help but wonder if they were going from the frying pan into the fire.

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The upper levels had been breached. The Center had been found. It wasn't supposed to be found. No signals out, the doors sealed. This was his kingdom. His universe. He had the memories of hundreds to join with, to manage, to control alter, and make his. He could make it a paradise or a hell, for those he chose to visit. He had barely scratched the surface. So much to study, to understand. He'd spent so much time in the lower levels of late though. Tormenting the tormented was harder then it might seem. Nightmares had to be personal to terrify, they had to be as carefully crafted as any utopian ideal. Sometimes the only way to truly terrify was to placate, to create the same sort of ideal that had started him on his path...and then to wake the subject up. Some of his most satisfying moments had been found in such moments of enlightenment. His most loyal supporters, his most trusted sentries, were among those he had been so 'cruel' as to awaken.

Troll was but the most recent, a prize possession, despite his senility and paranoid rage, or perhaps because of it. The old man had eluded him so long, so focused on duty and 'keeping the peace'. Troll had already been conditioned, and had avoided maintenance as if it were a dereliction of duty. It was much the same as a workaholic avoiding the doctor until the heart attack hit. The man was obsessive compulsive beyond belief, and had knocked on coffins row after row for nearly a century, only hooking into the system to report when absolutely necessary. Which meant that he had to be baited. Unexpected awakenings, bodies going missing in the lower reaches, all designed to make the old man question his sanity and log on to report. Each time Troll did so, his report was questioned and his findings disputed. Each time he logged on, the old geezer was asked in the most friendly of voices, the female icon flashing the most reassuring of smiles, whether he was sure he did not wish to run deep-cognitive tests, in the comfort of cryo-sleep. The game had been long, but Johnny was nothing if not patient. And now he knew the old bastard was his, and could knock on doors to his hearts content as long as he hunted those Johnny told him to. His single-minded pursuit was a delight to see. He was slow, methodical, and though he didn't move as fast as he once had, he knew the facility like no one else. Except perhaps Rabbit. 

Rabbit. Escape artist. Born to run, and run he did. He didn't know how the boy did it. The game started years ago. He wasn't supposed to still keep playing it. Rabbit was the reason Troll was needed. Rabbit was the only one who knew Johnny, who knew where he had come from, who knew that he wasn't the god he'd made himself to be. Rabbit was the only one that knew Johnny had a body, and knew where it was kept. Rabbit knew. He'd shared it. They'd been brothers, born of pain. In fact, they'd been closer than brothers until the game had begun. Until the boy had realized he no longer pulled the strings. Johnny supposed that he understood. Nothing irked him more than the lack of control, and Rabbit was part of him. Or had been. When Rabbit was confronted with the reality that he no longer held any power, he had taken the only option Johnny had presented. Run. Lead a merry chase, and blaze a path to freedom. But Rabbit had indeed escaped, and that had never been a part of the plan. Rabbit had known the stakes, and had played his hand accordingly. It was a simple plan, but effective. Rabbit had escaped the computer, and his self-created nemesis by finding the one thing Johnny possessed that Rabbit no longer had.

A body. 

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Like all good creation stories it began with darkness, chaos. Out of that swirling mist of oblivion came consciousness. An awareness that all was not as it had been, and that the end result was far out of sight. He was helpless in the darkness, able to only send querying thoughts out into the ether. It had begun then. A flood of light had shocked him into a screaming recognition of a world. Not the world, but a world. In confusion he looked up into a face that smiled lovingly at him as he howled. Noone smiled at him, or at least noone had. He was helpless too. He couldn't wipe that smile off her face, and at the same time, couldn't resist the sense of calm he felt in her presence. His limbs moved spastically, his bowels were not under his control and he was small. This wasn't right. Bloody hell, who was this bitch? So wrapped up was he in the contrasting confusion of feeling secure and warm, while his mind rebelled against the very idea of it, that he didn't even register surprise at the giant tit that was aiming it's way to his face. Looking for all the world as if it was about to smother him. Immediately, all doubts quelled, as the feelings of warmth and security overrode everything else......For the moment.

It went on this way for a long time, his instincts constantly rebelling against the ideas his "parents" tried to instill. He was a destructive child, despite his parents best efforts. Indeed , it was odd, how little effect tantrums had upon them. It wasn't till the year he was supposed to go to school that he managed to provoke any severe reaction.

He must have been just turning seven. Supposedly anyway. He had not told his parents that he could already read, and even write a little. Bad words had sometimes shown up in fridge magnets on occasion, leading to the odd babysitter watching him with distrust. He knew that something was wrong, not with him personally but with all of it. Dreams would come through at night with vivid clarity, his mother leaving him behind at a gas station, and not bothering with an apology, telling him that he should have stuck out his thumb and hitched....His father undoing is belt and whipping it across his palm while approaching him....things that never had happened. Or had they? He was slicing apples that day, his mother asked his help for an upcoming bake sale. His mother was in her sun dress, laughing as she spoke into the phone, tossing her hair back in a dramatic fashion that had always irked Johnny for some reason. She was talking to his principal, Mr. Atkinson. Why was she laughing like that? He wasn't funny. He was the most boring, ugly person Johnny had ever met. He didn't know why but he felt a sudden snap of rage, rage towards her, towards the man on the other side if the phone. The paring knife raised in his hands as he looked at her. He felt cold, calm, as he approached, slowly but deliberately. His arm raised, and smiled as the blade flashed a vicious downward curve...a scream, the warm splatter of blood on his face. 

Zaaaaaaaaaap! 

He was once again cutting apples, with his mother standing over him now, singing that song about the puppy in the window. Her hands were warm, reassuring on his shoulder, He found himself singing along, but as he looked at his and her reflection on the blade of the pairing knife, he caught a glimpse of his mother, her face a rictus of pain and horror, blood in her hand and hair. It was but a momentary trick of the light, he told himself.

But was it?

Similar moments presented themselves soon, along with an increase in the frequency of his dreams. Screams from his mothers bedroom, blood on his fathers fists...his father screaming obscenities at his brother, (he had a brother?) something about the boy being queer, a fucking faggot, something about being caught wearing his mothers' dress. He dreamed of a funeral then, with a casket much too small for an adult. He didn't awaken from these dreams screaming. He didn't awaken at all. He was cold, dispassionate. These thing happened. This was the world, the harsh truth of life. It was something he knew inside himself, dreams aside. He'd waited for something horrible to happen since he could remember, and was only confused when it didn't. It wasn't any wonder then, that the growing certainty of horror around the corner, horror he could anticipate but not feel, would push him to act. He was watching his father fix the brakes on the car, the wheels set aside for easy access under the vehicle. His father was asking for a wrench, and Johnny handed it to him but found himself staring at the jack holding the car safely up. "You wont hurt me." he whispered "You're not even real." 

His fathers voice called form under the car "What was that Johnny? Did you say some..what the?..what the fuck are you...?" 

His voice raised in alarm as Johnny kicked the jack handle and then the jack itself. His fathers feet twitched obscenely from the now drastically leaning car. 

Zaaaaaaaaaaaaaaap!

This time he was in a classroom. It looked like the class he had been in last year. "What the hell?" he muttered in consternation as the teacher called his name.

"Johnny Mathews! You are supposed to answer me when I call attendance."

Johnny looked at her squarely and said then to the collective gasp of the other students "Use your eyes, you bloody old bitch. You can see me clearly enough and if you can't, then fucking retire already!"

Zaaaaaaaaaaaaaaap!

He was back at the bowl of apples again. The knife in his hands, he looked at his mother on the phone. "Bloody hell" he whispered to himself "This isn't real after all. You're expecting me to stab her, aren't you? You want to take me back to the beginning?" 

He didn't know who he was talking to exactly, but he knew something was watching, waiting for his next move. He smiled to himself. "Think you'll have better luck next time do you?" His arm raised, but he did not step towards his mother. His lips curled in a feral little smile. "Let's play."

His wrist snapped forwards. His mother fell to the floor with a look of stunned stupidity on her face. And just as he had expected, another big jolt, and he was back at the beginning, staring at his mothers tear streaked smiling face. But he didn't cry this time, he smiled up at her knowingly. He knew the game now. And this boy could play.

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The stairwell was dark, at least at first. Her eyes began to adjust a bit as they descended, and she noticed that there were lights further down, dim though they were. Perhaps the equivalent of an interior car light if comparisons were to be made. The size of the porthole style lights made her think they were intended to give off much more illumination. Perhaps an energy saving mechanism was involved. What had the representatives told her about the place? Geothermic energy? A plant deep beneath the foundation, pumping air and steam heated by the earth's core through massive turbines. Self-sustaining as the earth itself, they said. Even so, they would still have shut down unnecessary areas, for cost efficiency and all that. Otherwise they would have to replace parts every few years. Could she find a way to turn everything back on? God, she hoped so. This place would be far less frightening if it were lit, like it had been for her short tour.

Rabbit stopped suddenly as they reached the level about three flights down. It wasn't the sort of stop one made simply because one had arrived at a destination. This was the sort of stop a mouse made when sensing the hawk far above. Angela froze too. The silence was oppressive, only intensified by their shallow breaths. 

"What is it?" whispered Angela, hearing nothing. 

"Shhhhhhhhhhhh!" he whispered looking down and then up. Oddly he wasn't looking at the stairs but at the walls and the empty spaces uncovered by the stairs. He moved silently towards the railing and looked towards the levels below. After a moment of peering a pop was suddenly heard from the darkness below, and immediately after, a yelp from Rabbit as he scrambled back, launching himself onto he floor, turning as if attempting to grab the smooth surface. In shock, Angela saw that his face was turning red, and then that something was yanking him upright, a thin cable that was dragging him towards the edge, slowly and inexorably. 

She almost froze, and could have simply watched him die, so conflicted were her feelings. She hadn't realized how disturbed she was by Rabbit, How much the bastard inhabiting her brothers body chilled her blood. She almost wanted to see the usurper fall to his death. But then she saw the panicked look on his face, a look that could have just as easily have been found on either face or personality. Michael was about to die. Her eyes darted to the wall, a familiar glass case there with a typical announcement ' In case of emergency break glass', and the admonishment below 'alarm will sound.' There was a length of hose there, but it wasn't that which called her attention. She moved quickly, a cry of anger and fear on her lips, a war cry, piercing the silence. Glass shattered as her elbows slammed through the thin plane of glass. Almost immediately the lights brightened a bit and a red light began flashing somewhere, as a voice began to chant "Fire alert! Fire Alert! Please proceed to the nearest exits." Angela had no awareness of any of this, grim determination shaping her face as she grabbed the fireman's axe hanging there, and charged, swinging hard at the taut metallic cable that pulled at her brother. A cry of strangled surprise escaped him as the cable didn't break. Indeed, Michael was yanked off his feet to slam onto his back, and began to slide much faster towards the railing, not able to offer anymore resistance than simply his weight. 




The Journey Ch. 05



"Shit!" screamed Angela running towards the railing swinging again, desperately, were the junction of the cable met with and slid over the top rail. She almost collapsed in relief to hear the sharp twang of the cable collapsing, but simultaneously was jarred alert by the vibrations through her arms, and the need to avoid the clattering axe as it bounced out of her suddenly numb hands. A shriek of rage was heard from below, and suddenly the sound of running could be heard. In desperation Angela grabbed her gasping brother and hauled him to his feet, rushing as best she could to the doorway, though uncertain it would open. Relief flooded her as it opened and she was able to pull him through. Dawning horror slackened her face as she realized that if she could open the door, then so could the murderous bastard below. She pushed back through the door diving for the axe. 

She blinked in surprise, but the urgency of the situation precluded much more than that. It was a woman. The creature running up the stairs was barely human, but definitely female in form. She was sleek as a missile, with metal curves out of a Heavy Metals readers morbid fantasies. Her fingernails were blades, and the frayed edges of the metal cable that had snagged Rabbit/Micheal were evident from a protrusion on her left arm. A similar protrusion could be seen on the other arm, which was swinging now towards her as she charged up the steps. Angela swore, keeping a close eye upon the metal diva as she scrambled back towards the doorway, axe in hand. Just as she pulled the door open and was about to flee through she felt the cold bite of metal on her ankle. She dove, just as the creature tried to yank, and heard the grunt of surprise as the bitch behind her was yanked forward a bare step. However, that simple step proved to be enough, as Micheal (or Rabbit) slammed the door shut behind her, just as the creature outside yanked hard, the metal cable biting into her ankle painfully even as it jarred her foot against the shut door.

:The axe, Micheal! The axe!" cried Angela, pain making her voice shrill, reaching it out to him, unable to stand. She almost cried out in horror as he raised it above his head. There was no room to slice the cable this time.

"No! Michael, block the door! The door!"

Her brother, if it was him, blinked and understood, jamming the axe in the door handle, then quickly moving to dig at the cable around her leg, seeking the end of it to unravel. To both of their amazement the cable seemed to move, wrapping tighter, the end of the cable shifting, sliding, as the friction on her ankle began to draw blood. Angela sobbed in pain as she dug frantically, unable to get loose.

"Fuck this!" swore Rabbit, hoarsely. The bitch wasn't even trying to get through the door, no doubt relishing the fear and pain she was causing. 

Blocking the door had been a good plan, but they had not counted on cybernetically controlled cables. Fucking expensive, that was. No wonder the psycho was pissed. He yanked the axe from the handle and swung it hard at the wall, as close as he could to one of the several blinking red lights that flashed, leading would be escapees to this very door. A shower of sparks flew as he took aim again, this time with the pick like end of the axe, and the line of red lights flickered again. He smiled as it snagged on a thick wire running down the wall, and he yanked hard. The lights fizzled and faded as the snagged wire came free. Taking a deep breath, careful to avoid the end of the wire, to hold only to the rubber or plastic coating, he grabbed it and aimed it, with the jerky panic of a man holding a struggling cobra, towards Angela and her captor's metal cable, releasing it over the preoccupied pair, and quickly jumping back as a screech of pain emanated from both sides of the door.

Immediately, Rabbit grabbed handle of the axe firmly and snagged the wire, yanking it back towards the wall, before grabbing Angel, and pulling her quickly back. A quick check was made, to see if she was breathing, and determining that she was, he quickly slung her over his shoulder and ran. There was no telling how long that bitch Spider would be out, but he couldn't chance waiting around. He knew her, and forgiveness was not one of the girl's virtues. If she had only been following orders before, she was certainly out for blood now.



The Journey Ch. 05



"Let's hit the pool again" I suggested. The girls agreed. We made our way through the house again and out to the pool. I jumped into the deep end and the girls followed close behind me. We made our way to some shallower water, and began to rinse ourselves off. The girls lightly splashed some water onto my chest, and then used their hands to wash it clean. I was using my hands to clean off the girls as their hands moved down my torso. As I washed the girls, I let my fingertips occasionally touch the sides of their nipples without ever going over the top of them. Sandy and Suzy had run their hands down to my thighs, and I felt one of them grab hold of my dick, and begin to slowly stroke it. More hands joined the one doing the stroking, until it was clear that both girls were involved, and my balls were receiving attention as well. I slowed my hands to match the speed of theirs. I was centering in on the nipples of the girls, running my fingers in circles around them, and then pressing gently on the hardened flesh. The feel of their smooth skin and stiff nipples literally took my breath away. The girls leaned in closer to me so that our legs were brushing together, and Sandy put her head close to mine.

"I want to see it squirt," she whispered breathlessly, "I want to watch your dick shoot your stuff out of it. I really do. Will you make it do it? So I can watch it happen?" Suzy had moved in to listen and from the look on her face I could tell that she wanted the same thing as her sister.

"I won't make it squirt for you" I answered softly. I could see disappointment cross their faces. "But I'll tell you two what to do and you ladies can make it squirt." Their eyes lit up with an inner fire. "Let's go in." We stepped quickly out of the pool, grabbed our towels, and headed inside. I led the two of them into my room, and Suzy closed the door behind us. I took the girls in my arms, and steered the three of us to the bed. I sat in the middle of the bed, stretched out along its length, and patted the bed on either side of me. Sandy came over and spread out against my right side while Suzy did the same along my left side. I turned my head and gave Suzy a soft, slow kiss, sucking at her lips as we parted. Sandy gently pulled my face to hers and pressed her mouth tightly against my mine. She kissed me firmly. Suzy was licking at my neck as I kissed her sister, and her tongue made its way up to my lips again. I met her lips in a hungry kiss, and our tongues came together as Sandy joined in again. My hands were roaming over their bodies as we kissed, and theirs were grasping at mine as well. Suzy took my hand and laid it over her breasts. I moved my fingers lightly across the skin and gingerly pulled on her nipples, tugging on each one in turn. The girls had hold of my dick at this point, with one pulling on it gently while the other was stroked the head.

"Tell us what to do," Suzy said urgently. "I can't wait any longer. I want to see it now." I had them slide down the bed until their tits were brushing my hips, and my dick was easy for them to see and touch.

"Just run your fingers lightly over my dick." I instructed them. "Go up and down its length and give some extra attention to the tip. Do the same thing with my balls too." I watched as the girls reached out their fingers and made contact with my dick. The sensation caused my dick to jump a little in anticipation. Sandy had zeroed in on the tip and the upper part of my dick, and Suzy was busy working on the base and my balls. Their touch was like little jolts of electricity running through me, and I could tell it was not going to take very long until the girls would get what they were waiting to see. 

"Hold my balls gently, and squeeze my dick at the base Suzy" I directed her. "Sandy, you squeeze the upper part, and you'll see more of the clear stuff. Use your fingers to spread it over the tip and down my dick." The girls followed my instructions and the precum began to flow out of the tip. Sandy was slipping her fingers rapidly over the head, with her fingertips circling the edge of the crown, and stroking the sensitive skin just below. Suzy had hold of the base. I could feel my dick throbbing in her hand as she began to slowly stroke up and down. Her other hand was softly massaging my balls, which were pulled up tight against the base. Sandy lifted her fingers to her mouth, licking them and tasting the slick liquid. As Sandy's fingers released my dick, Suzy slowly bent forward, and lightly kissed the tip of my dick. She paused a moment, and then licked her tongue over the tip several times. She lowered her lips again and gently sucked at the slit in the tip, then lifted her head and gave my dick a solid squeeze. Another large drop gathered at the tip, and this time it was Sandy whose mouth connected with my dick. As she sucked, she opened her lips slightly, and took more of the tip into her hot mouth. She licked at the tip as she held it in her mouth, and it was starting to put me over the edge. My dick began throbbing against her mouth and in Suzy's fingers as they griped me tightly.

"It's going to happen in just a minute" I whispered to them. "You can tell by how my balls are so tight, and you can feel my dick throbbing. Just keep touching and stroking it, and you two are going to make me squirt." I could hear the girls breathing heavily as they worked on my dick. They stroked and pumped with more urgency now they had almost reached their goal. "Keep stroking, but let go of the tip" I said to them just in time. Suzy kept stroking the base, and Sandy was holding my dick just below the tip as the first of my cum spurted out. The girls gasped and continued to work my dick. Spasm after spasm surged through my dick, and with each throb another large spurt came out. Thick drops were landing on my chest and stomach and the girls were adding more with each pump. After about fifteen large squirts, it slowed down and I told them to stop stroking and to just hold it. 

"Oh, Michael!" Suzy cried out. "It really does squirt right out of your dick. It just kept coming out again and again and again! That is so amazing. God, what a sight!" Suzy dipped her fingers into some of the creamy stuff and tasted them. An interesting look crossed her face, and she gathered up more and licked it from her fingers.

"It tastes so different than the other stuff." she remarked. "It's sort of sour and sweet at the same time, and kind of like a fruit taste too." Sandy took some and tasted it. 

"It's kind of hard to describe," she said. She scooped up a large glob and slipped it in her mouth, licking her lips as she withdrew her fingers. Suzy had scooted up and was sucking and licking it off of my skin in the same way she had slurped the Jell-O earlier. She moved over my body, finding each large drop and cleaning it off my skin. Sandy helped her by gathering drops on her fingers and then licking them clean with her tongue. When the pair and taken care of all of the drops, Sandy got up and headed to the bathroom to go get a washcloth. Suzy was still holding my dick at the base as it softened after my orgasm. 

"It's so cute when it's softer like this," she said. More of my cum was slowly dripping out of the tip, and she slid lower and laid her head on my stomach. Pulling on my softened dick, she placed the head against her lips and began to tenderly suck at the tip. I could feel her suction pulling my cum out of my dick. Each time she sucked, her lips went a little further over my dick, until they slipped over the crown, and she had the entire tip in her mouth. Holding the tip with her lips, she swirled her tongue over me, and licked at the slit. Suddenly, she sucked deeply on my dick, and it slithered into her mouth until her lips were more than half-way down its length. I could feel her soft moans of pleasure as she held me deep in her mouth. She leisurely pulled her lips up the length of my dick, and when she reached the end, she let it pop softly out of her mouth.

"Oh, Michael!" she moaned softly. "I really like this. I like the taste, and I like the way your dick feels in my mouth. It's so warm and heavy, and I just want to keep sucking on it." Suzy sucked me back into her mouth. With a little extra effort, she now had my entire length inside, and her lips were at the very base. Sandy had come back in the room and was watching as her sister worked my dick in her mouth. She made her way back to her side of the bed and knelt on the floor. Her face was close to her sister's as she watched Suzy, fascinated by the sight before her. Suzy still had my dick completely in her mouth, sucking on it with a lazy pace. I felt the tip slip to the back of her mouth and come to rest at the opening to her throat. She had sucked all of the cum from my dick, and as she leisurely worked, I could feel it was coming back to life again. Her lips had a tight grip on my dick as she sucked her way back up to the tip. Sandy leaned in closer to her sister.

"What's it like, Suzy?" Sandy asked. "Does it feel nice in your mouth?" Suzy lifted her mouth off of my dick and looked up to her sister.

"You have to try it Sandy." Suzy answered her sister. "It's soft and really warm and smooth and slippery. Try it. Just put the end in your mouth and suck on it. Just let it slip into your mouth. See if you can get all of in your mouth like I did!" Sandy took hold of me and brought her mouth down on the crown. It was already wet and slick from Suzy's saliva and as Sandy began to apply a soft suction it slipped easily into her mouth. She got a slightly surprised look on her face, and she ended up with my dick halfway in her mouth. She held me there a moment, and then started her sucking action again. She got a soft look in her eyes as her mouth made its way down the length of my dick. My dick was starting to harden again, and the tip reached the back of Sandy's mouth before her lips could reach the base. She continued to suck and as she swallowed, my dick began to enter her throat. She quickly lifted her mouth up and off of my dick and looked at it carefully.

"I knew it!" Sandy exclaimed. "I could feel it when it was in my mouth. It was getting hard again as I was sucking on it." She slid her mouth back over my dick. It was a little harder now and it went straight in until the tip was against her throat once again. She began to suck again, and my dick slowly moved deeper into her throat until her lips were at the base. My dick was continuing to harden as Sandy began bobbing her head gently up and down, causing the tip to move in and out of the top of her throat. She gave me a hard suck as she pulled her mouth off of my dick.

"Quick Suzy!" she said to her sister. "Try it so you can feel it getting hard when it's in your mouth. Suzy leaned in and slipped her mouth over my cock once again. I could feel her tongue pressing my dick against the roof of her mouth as her lips slid from the tip to the base in one smooth movement. By this time, I was almost completely hard again, and the head was pushing into her throat. Suzy rhythmically swallowed while she held me tightly in her hot mouth. She slowly lifted her lips and finally let my dick slip from her oral embrace. She wrapped her hand tightly around the base, shaking it lightly as she pointed the tip toward her sister. "I don't know about it getting hard" Suzy said to Sandy, "because it seems pretty hard already. But I can hardly believe how fast it happened." Suzy turned to me. 

"Does it always get hard again so quickly?" she asked. 

"Well," I replied, "It usually doesn't take too long, but with what the two of you have been doing to me, it seems to take even less time!"

"Will it be able to squirt again too?" Sandy asked with a devilish look in her eye. 

"It will, but it'll take longer this time" I answered. "Each time I cum, it kind of takes the pressure off, but I can tell you this – if my dick is able to get hard again, then it's able to squirt again too." The two of them smiled at me, and then Sandy hungrily swallowed my dick deep into her mouth and began to suck. A fast learner, she was quickly bobbing her head up and down the length of my shaft. Suzy watched her sister for moment before she began to lick and gently suck on my balls. The sight of the two of them working on my cock and balls was so hot to watch, and I let out a soft sigh. I could feel my cock was beginning that familiar throbbing inside Sandy's mouth, and I knew that it wouldn't be long until I shot my load for the girls. Suzy lifted her head and spoke to Sandy. 

"Look at his balls!" Suzy said with evident excitement. "See how tight they are. Remember this means that it's almost ready to squirt! Can you feel it throbbing in your mouth?" Sandy nodded her head in response as she continued her insistent sucking. "Let me try Sandy. I want to see how it feels to have it throb in my mouth."

Sandy reluctantly slipped my dick out of her mouth, and Suzy quickly took hold of it. "You can play with his balls and I'll suck on his...cock...for a while." Suzy was looking directly in my eyes as she said the word "cock" and the effect on me was instant. Neither of them had ever referred to my dick as anything other than "it" and Suzy had a glow in her eyes as she used the word. It was pulsating in her hand as her hot mouth slipped over the tip. Once again her attention to my dick was gentle but persistent as she began plunging my dick into her mouth. She would quickly take the complete length until her lips were tight around the base, and then would slowly lift her head until she was left sucking on only the tip. She was looking me in the eye this whole time, and watching her, as she watched my face, was driving me crazy. It wasn't long before I was right on the edge. My dick was throbbing powerfully in Suzy's mouth, and I could feel my balls were pulled tight against the base. My mouth was a little dry as I spoke. 

"It's going to shoot again in just a few more seconds," I told the two of them.

Sandy stopped playing with my balls and moved up so that she could get a close-up view of what was happening, but Suzy made no change in her movements. I guessed that she hadn't heard me, but I realized she must have since she was looking right at me when I spoke. 

"Uh...Suzy..." I managed to say, "I'm going to end up squirting in your mouth if my cock stays in there any longer." Suzy's eyes narrowed as she maintained their contact with mine, and I moaned in sudden recognition of her desire. She wanted me to shoot into her mouth! No wonder she had been so intent on my eyes and face. It was obviously her plan from the time she started working on my dick. My eyes must have betrayed my realization because there was a new fire in Suzy's eyes. She thrust herself down and stopped with her lips around the base and the tip far back in her throat. It was more than I could handle, and I shuddered and groaned as the first of my load coursed through my cock and into the depths of Suzy's mouth. My dick spurted a second and then a third time. Suzy was swallowing each time the sperm hit the back of her throat, and I kept my eyes on hers as the sensations overwhelmed me. After the third gush, she quickly released my cock, and pushed the tip against Sandy's mouth. My cock pulsed again and a stream of white shot across Sandy's cheek before she could get the tip into her mouth. It was so erotic to watch that I was completely overcome. I lay my head back and closed my eyes.

Sandy closed her lips tightly around the head and sucked gently as I continued to erupt. I felt four or five more spurts before my orgasm began to subside. I lay there panting and feeling drained as Sandy continued to suck the cum from my dick. The bed moved, and I opened my eyes just as Suzy planted her lips onto mine in a soft kiss. Our eyes met again as she slipped her tongue into my mouth, and as my tongue met hers I could taste the leftover tang of my own sperm. I pulled her close to me and kissed her deeply. Sandy gave my cock one last long suckle, and then let it slip from between her lips, and moved up to lie beside me. I gently broke my kiss with Suzy, and turned toward Sandy. Our eyes met, and I moved to kiss her as I had kissed Suzy. My lips opened to meet hers, and as she slipped her tongue into my mouth, I realized that she had kept my load in her mouth, and was now sharing it with me. I was a bit shocked and a little hesitant at first, but then the thought of what was happening overcame my reluctance, and I welcomed her gift. I had never tasted my own sperm before, but I wanted to share in the experience with the two girls. I swirled my tongue around my mouth and back into hers before I swallowed the creamy liquid. Sandy and I continued our kiss for several moments longer before our lips parted.

We lay together quietly for several minutes before I broke the silence. "I have never felt anything so incredible before in my life. I've made myself cum a lot of times before, and just the fact that it's you two doing it to me makes it so much better than when I do it. But the warmth and wetness of your mouths on my dick was just unbelievable! It made everything so much more intense." 

"It was pretty amazing for me too" Suzy added. "I loved sucking on you to begin with, and when I knew that you were about to shoot I just couldn't stop. Your cock was throbbing so much that it seemed so full of life. When I got all of it into my mouth and it started squirting, it was like we were completely connected to each other. I couldn't tell where you ended and I began. I wanted to just keep sucking and sucking and sucking. It was really hard for me to pull your cock out of my mouth when it was squirting, but I wanted Sandy to have the same sensations I did."

"Well I certainly had plenty of sensations!" Sandy stated loudly. "But I know just what you mean Suzy. For a while it seemed like there was nothing else in the world except for my mouth and this cock throbbing and squirting." Sandy grinned at Suzy and me as she continued. "I wasn't quite sure how you would handle my little 'gift', but I guess I knew it would be okay."

Suzy had a puzzled look on her face and I remembered that she would be unaware of what had happened. "When I was shooting in Sandy's mouth," I explained, "she didn't swallow like you did. She kept it all in her mouth." Suzy looked like she was beginning to understand. "So when she kissed me she was giving me a full taste of my own sperm. I was pretty shocked at first, but then it seemed so natural that I just got into what was happening. Actually, I found that I really liked it."

"Well, I like it too and you two could've shared a little with me!" Suzy responded. I could tell that she was mostly teasing us, but was somewhat serious at the same time. I quickly promised her that next time we'd share with her too.

It was getting late in the afternoon and time for the girls to head home. As they got up to get dressed, we all realized they had left their tops out by the pool. I quickly retrieved them and laughed at the way they shivered as the cool, damp material was pulled over their sensitive nipples. We made our way to the front door, and after a soft but quick exchange of kisses we parted for the day.

After the girls were gone, I went back down to my room and stretched out on my bed. My head was sort of spinning from what had happened in the last two days and I was still trying to sort it all out. I wasn't sure what I thought might happen when this whole thing started, but what I had already experienced was almost beyond belief. Some of it was what I hoped might eventually happen, but much of it was completely unexpected. But through all of it was this sense open and innocent discovery. I was lost in thought as I remembered the sensations of the afternoon. I remembered Suzy's oily hands on my dick, and then Suzy slipping her thumb inside my ass. I had already though about my ass as something sensual and sexual, but I was thinking about only my cheeks! When she was rubbing back and forth across my anus, something within me wanted to feel her thumb inside me. The experience was hotter and more erotic than I would have ever believed. Then the girls playing with me until I came. I was very familiar with many different kinds of ways to touch my dick since I had been playing with it from a very early age, but this was completely different. When I touch myself, my brain is already anticipating what is coming next because it is guiding the whole process. When the girls were touching me there was no way for me to anticipate. All of my senses were on edge and every new touch was like little jolts of electricity running through my body. Then the warmth and wetness of their mouths as they sucked and licked my soft cock so nicely that not only did I get hard again, but I quickly came a second time. I had always wondered what it would feel like to have my hard cock inside a pussy, but whatever I may have thought before, I was sure I had a much more accurate mental image after today. And the sensation of shooting into their mouths while they sucked and swallowed was something I truly couldn't put into words. 




The Journey Ch. 05



As I came back to reality, I realized that I had been lightly rubbing the somewhat tender head of my cock, and once again it was hard and starting to ooze precum. As nice as it felt, I determined there and then that I was not going to have another orgasm alone for as long as the three of us were still exploring together. I wanted to save everything I had both physically and emotionally for the two of them. As I made this solid decision, I headed off to take a long shower – with the water at a temperature that was much lower than usual.



The Journey Ch. 05



*This part may sound a little corny but I thought that there needed to be some more background on the characters. There's no sex in this part. Enjoy.*

*

This time Brian woke first. He searched for the clock, only seven o'clock. He had a later morning at work today so he could afford to spend a little more time lounging. He looked down at the woman nestled against him. She looked even more beautiful in her sleep; all her cares were gone in the few hours of sleep. Brian stroked Katarina's hair gently and she slowly began to wake up. She murmured and stretched, then sleepily opened her eyes. A slight puzzled look passed over her face before she realized who the man beside her was and why he was there. She smiled at Brian and snuggled closer.

"Good morning, Sleeping Beauty." Brian whispered.

Katarina chuckled. "Good morning Prince Philip."

Brian laughed. "I'm glad you know your Disney movies."

"Are you kidding I love Disney movies." Katarina said with a roll of her eyes. "I have just about every single one of them on DVD now."

"Well then who's your favorite Disney princess?" Brian asked.

Katarina crinkled her nose. "Why are you asking about Disney princesses?"

"Because I want to know who your favorite princess is, if you tell me yours then I'll tell you mine." He said with a big silly grin.

Katarina laughed. "Well I'd have to say that my favorite Disney princess is...Bell."

"And why do you like Bell?"

Katarina sighed. "Well because she's like me. Always has her nose in a book and...waiting for the happy ending. Now who is your favorite?"

"Hmm, well that's easy, Sleeping Beauty."

"And why is that?"

"Well because she's blonde of course!"

Katarina playfully shoved him. "Hey! That's not fair!"

Brian laughed. "I know I was just teasing. My actual favorite is Jasmine, she can kick some butt and has a tiger, and how cool is a pet tiger?"

Katarina laughed. "Well that was an interesting morning conversation. Why on earth did you choose that subject?"

Brian shrugged. "I don't need a reason; I'm just odd like that." He winked and kissed her forehead. "I have to be at work in an hour and a half, I don't want to cut this short but I'll stay as long as I can."

Katarina smiled. "That's fine; don't be late on my account."

"Mind if I use your shower then?"

"Go ahead."

He rolled out of bed and Katarina realized that they were both still naked. She blushed and looked away, occupying herself with finding her own clothes. Brian chuckled and slipped into the bathroom. Katarina quickly got dressed and went into the kitchen to make some breakfast. Brian came out shortly after looking clean and refreshed, and dressed. He was wearing a black suit with a dark red tie and a white dress shirt.

"Well don't you look spiffy." Katarina said. "Where do you work?"

"An engineering company downtown, I'm one of the designers. We get projects like restoring old historical buildings and modernizing some areas of the city."

"An engineer huh? That sounds like an exciting job."

"Oh it is, all I do is draw. Well not all, there are certain mathematical calculations to make or the whole project goes to shit." He winked. "It's creative, I'm a creative guy. Where do you work?"

"A publishing company also downtown. I'm one of the main editors." She beamed with pride at that statement.

"One of the main editors huh? That's pretty impressive."

Katarina nodded. "I worked hard to get that position. I was...slipping these past few weeks after...that Dom. I was afraid I was going to lose it. But luckily my boss noticed that I wasn't slacking off, she knew it wasn't like me. She asked what was wrong but I couldn't tell her. She gave me a week off to get myself back together." She shook herself as if to shake away the bad memories and smiled at Brian. "But I'm much better now, I'm starting to feel...like me again."

Brian smiled back. "So you don't work tomorrow?"

"Nope, I have a few days off still."

"Do you have a pretty dress?"

The question baffled Katarina. "Uh...yeah...sure I do...why?"

Brian kissed her on the cheek and took the plate of bacon and eggs she was holding for him. "It's a surprise. That is if you're free tonight."

"Of course I am."

"Excellent! Then can I pick you up at five thirty?"

"Yeah...should I wear the dress?" She gave him a puzzled look.

Brian had an impish glint in his eyes. "Only if you want to, I think it would be more fun and since I'll be wearing a suit..." He shrugged. "Up to you."

Katarina put her hands on her hips and glared at him. "Brian!"

Brian arched an eyebrow. "Something the matter?"

"Oh you're insufferable." Katarina sat down with her own plate of bacon and eggs and started eating.

Brian chuckled. "Just so you know, I love surprises."

....

At five o'clock that afternoon Katarina was showered and putting the finishing touches on her makeup. Then she turned to the bed and looked down at the dress draped across it. The dress was a lovely shade of emerald and swept to the floor. It was in a mermaid style except she could walk without taking baby steps. She had matching emerald high heels and a delicate necklace with earrings. The dress was strapless but the zipper was on the side, or else she would never be able to get it on by herself. Katarina slid into the dress and carefully zipped up the side. She breathed a sigh of relief that it still fit and didn't cling anywhere it shouldn't. She looked in the mirror and did a little twirl. Then she put on her jewelry and heels and went back to the mirror. She had to admit that her five foot, eight inches frame and one hundred thirty pound figure looked very good in this dress. She hoped she wasn't overdoing it. She draped a black lace shawl over her shoulders and filled a black clutch purse with necessary items she would need. Then she went downstairs to the living room to wait for Brian.

At exactly five thirty Brian pulled into her driveway and rang the doorbell. Katarina paused with her hand on the doorknob, took a deep breath, and opened the door. Brian was smiling when she opened the door, and when he saw her, his face took on a shocked expression. 

"My God, I thought you were absolutely beautiful before, but I couldn't imagine that you could get any more stunning." He pulled her into a hug and kissed her on the cheek. "You never cease to amaze me."

Katarina smiled. "I'm glad you like it. Now please tell me where we're going."

Brian laughed. "First things first, we need to eat."

He took her hand and slid it through the crook of his elbow and led her to his car. He opened the door for her and let her slip inside. Then he closed her door and slid into the driver's side. Katarina used the drive to admire him. He had changed from his work suit to a dressier type of suit. The material was silkier looking than before. The shirt was white satin and the tie was a black bowtie. The higher collar with the bowtie brought out the features of his face. The strong jaw and nicely rounded chin. His eyes were a dark blue and they were kind, if a bit mischievous looking at times. She thought he looked quite handsome tonight.

Brian glanced at her. "What are you thinking?"

Katarina quickly blinked and looked away. "Oh nothing, just wondering what you have planned."

Brian chuckled. "Well we're at the first destination."

He pulled into a crowded parking lot of a restaurant, there were people lined up at the front door.

Katarina's mouth dropped opened. "This is the Briar Rose?!"

Brian opened her door and helped her out. "You bet it is."

"But...but it's so expensive! And you can't get in without a reservation. And those are hard to come by!" She exclaimed.

"It just so happens that the owner and I are good friends. I called him today and got us a reservation." Brian said as he led her inside past the line of people waiting for a table.

"But it's the Briar Rose!" She said in a whispered exclamation.

"Only the best for you." He said and kissed the top of her head. He went to the front desk for reservations. "I have a table for two reserved under Brian Renaldi." He said to the waiter.

The man checked his records. "Ah yes, there it is. Right this way Mr. Renaldi, and madam."

The waiter led them to their table and pulled the chair out for Katarina. Brian ordered a bottle of wine then looked over the menu once the waiter had left.

"This is so exciting." Katarina whispered. "I've never been in this fancy a restaurant before"

Brian chuckled. "I knew you'd like it. Now I would recommend the sirloin, they have the best marinade ever, or the chicken and rice braised in wine. Those are my two favorites; I haven't been here enough times to try anything else."

"Ooh the chicken braised in wine sounds good." Katarina said.

The waiter came back with their wine and took their orders. Katarina took a small sip of her wine after he left.

"And the wine is excellent. I feel like I should start using long fancy words or something now." She said with a giggle.

Brian laughed. "This place does make you feel like that doesn't it? I can promise you that the food will be just as excellent."

Shortly after their food arrived and it was as good as Brian promised.

"I can't understand why you are treating me to this." Katarina said between bites. "I mean, goodness knows how expensive this place is."

Brian laced his fingers beneath her chin and looked at her. "This is only the first part of the night; the fun part is yet to come. And you're allowed to be treated well." He took her hand. "If a man doesn't treat you right then you shouldn't be with him. A man shouldn't be tight on his budget when he wants to be with a woman. Especially when that woman is...special to him." He let go of her hand and focused on his food.

Katarina was speechless. She went back to her food but went over the words he had said in her head. Her heart warmed at the words. She touched her foot to his ankle to get his attention. He looked up from his food to her face, looking a bit nervous.

"Thank you." She said with a smile and a blush.

Brian smiled back and squeezed her hand. He paid the waiter then they left.

"Now for the exciting part!" He said when they were back on the road. "Close your eyes."

Katarina did as he said and huffed. 

"Ok...now open them."

Katarina opened her eyes and her mouth fell open for the second time that day.

"The Ballroom?!" She exclaimed.

Brian laughed. "Yes The Ballroom!" He helped her out of the car and into the building. "I thought you would like to go dancing with me tonight."

Katarina was almost bouncing with joy. "Oh I've never gone dancing! I mean outside of parties and clubs you know. I don't know how to do this kind of dancing."

Brian squeezed her hand. "I'll teach you, come on!"

Brian paid the entrance fee and led her into the ballroom of The Ballroom. He twirled her and took her right hand in his left, placed her left hand on his shoulder, and placed his right hand on her waist. 

"Just follow me and it will be easy." He said.

The dance was slow and Katarina found it was easy to follow Brian's lead. He held her close and rested his cheek against her hair. She turned her head and kissed his cheek.

"What was that for?" He whispered in her ear.

"A thank you, for a perfect evening."



The Journey Ch. 06



He let her cling to Him, relishing the feel of her soft curves against His body. Lifting her chin up, He looked deeply in her eyes, His voice low as He spoke, “this is only the beginning, little one, the beginning of your new life, the beginning of your training, the beginning of you seeking what is so deeply hidden within you. The training, the things that you think you can never do, you will do, you will do everything I ask of you and more, you will do this solely to please Me, your Master. I will progress slowly with you at first; we will progress in stages. Beginning the next stage only when I know you are ready.” 

Her dark expressive eyes stared up to His, her voice barely above a whisper “yes, Master.” 

He smiled to her; “We have already begun the training. There are many things you don’t understand, do not know about yourself…but you will.” 

Seeing the confusion in her eyes, He went on to explain, “you have been allowed to grow wild and free, branching off in many different directions, which is fine for some, but not for you, little one. I am the gardener who will clip back the shoots that seem to go no where, tend to you to make you strong and beautiful, to grow within My loving guidance. To nurture you when you are weak or ill, to praise you for a job well done, and of course, discipline you when you try to break free of the restraints I will set upon you. For only in your complete surrender, total slavery and bondage can you really, truly ever feel free, ever be free to express yourself as a woman should. You will become more feminine, your sexual appetites will grow and you will writhe at My feet for a mere touch of My hand upon your fevered flesh.” 

She listened to Him silently, her facial expressions changing as He spoke. 

He chuckled seeing the skepticism, “you will see, little one, trust in Me to know all the things you need.”

“Now My lil writhing slut, we have many things to attend to before we sleep this night,” He spoke. 

Looking up to Him in consternation, her dark eyes stormy, “why do You insist on calling me slut, I am not a slut.” 

Throwing His head back, laughing, “you will be, slut….you will. And there will come a day when you will moan softly hearing Me call to you as slut. Be sure of it.” 

Flaring her nostrils, her dark eyes showing a tinge of rebellion as He laughed, she spoke haughtily “no, I won’t…not ever!” 

“That attitude is not becoming of a slave, slut. Change it now or you will again taste punishment,” He growled, His eyes narrowing on her as she tested Him. 

He knew it was in her nature to test boundaries, His boundaries were clearly defined, she would learn.

“I think it is time to start going over rules with you, slut. I will go through them, telling you what is expected from you and what I demand. Your training will be very strict, rigid and yes, sometimes unyielding, but you will learn or you will be disciplined. Understood, sweet slut?” He asked. 

Her eyes, still stormy with rebellion, merely looked at Him, slowly she nodded her head, her right eyebrow lifting slightly, again testing. 

He narrowed His gaze on her, His eyebrow arching high, His face slowly descending towards hers.  Shifting uncomfortably beneath the weight of His glare, she whispered, “yes Master.” 

She heard, “good girl” before she felt the brush of His lips against her forehead.

Pulling her gently down from the counter, He swatted her ass gently. He chuckled as she jumped, “first rule, slut. Once you enter this house, the clothes, if you have any on, come off. There are hooks just inside the front door off in a small alcove. You will hang your clothes there and if you are permitted to wear anything it will be waiting for you. Be that a dress, lingerie, or some other tiny scrap of clothing. Your shoes will be placed on a small rug beneath the hooks. This will be done automatically as soon as you step within this house. If it is not, I will rip or cut your clothes from you. Too many times of forgetting and you will no longer have clothes to wear, slut. So remember well.” 

She responded softly, “yes Master.” 

He kept His gaze on her, slowly arching that eyebrow, folding His arms across His chest as He waited patiently. Her head had bowed down while she was listening, so at this moment she was not aware she was under His scrutiny. Hearing the silence, she lifted long lashes to Him. Seeing His stance, she swallowed once, a blush staining her cheeks. At first not knowing exactly what was expected of her, and then the dawning of realization. Her hands trembled as she slowly reached up to the buttons on the dress, fumbling with them as she proceeded to free them, her pace quickening as she peeked again to Him, still seeing Him in the same stance. His unspoken command hurrying her. He smiled as she fumbled quickly with the buttons, letting His stance go relaxed as He watched her bare herself to Him.

Looking up to Him, she whispered, “Master?” 

“Yes, little one?” He responded. 

“May I hang the dress now or do You wish me to do something else with it at this time, Master?” 

Smiling, He directed her to the utility room, “go, put the dress in the hamper just inside the laundry room, little one and then come back to Me.” 

“Yes, Master”, she responded. Her feet moving quickly to the room He had directed her to. Letting the dress fall into a hamper, her bare feet skimming across the stone floor, she made her way back to Him. 

Standing before Him, head lowered, He smiled at her submissive action, “you do well, little one, when you seek to please. Remember that.” 

“Yes Master”, she whispered.

Lifting her chin with just the pressure of His thumb, He looked into her eyes, His thumb slowly caressing over her chin, He smiled to her, “relax, little one, you are doing well…just remember My rules.” 

Again, she whispered, “yes Master.”

Turning her, His large hand on the small of her back He propelled her through the house, pointing out different rooms before coming to a wide staircase. He directed her up the stairs, His voice low as He spoke, “this floor is the master suite, little one.” 

She simply nodded, again uttering “yes, Master.”

Her eyes grew huge as she came to the top of the stairs, indeed the whole floor was the master suite, sectioned off with clear glass walls. No where could she go without being seen. This one thing she had not imagined in her wildest dreams. This was surely His own. He chuckled as He watched her. 

“You are right, sweetness, you will never be far from My gaze. When you shower, bathe, relieve yourself, anything and everything I will see. You will hide nothing from My view.” 

She looked up to Him, He caught the panic in her eyes, she simply whispered, “yes, Master.”

He took her on a brief tour of the floor, starting with the walk in closets, fully lined already with clothes, shoes, boots, jeans, lingerie, everything imaginable. Next to the sitting room just off from the bedroom, the outside walls were lined with books, she looked closely at some of the titles, recognizing those which she had in her own collection. She turned to Him, looking up to see His smile. 

“I took the liberty of furnishing the books from your own overcrowded bookcases, little one.” 

She smiled up to Him, “thank You, Master.” 

The room was lush in its surrounding, a recliner, numerous pillows lined the floor, and in the corner a large fireplace, complete with a white sheepskin rug in front of it. She giggled softly as she saw the rug, remembering how many times she had run her fingers through the soft fur, her mind drifting to one of the many Gor books she had read about furring with a Master. She quickly looked up to Him, blushing softly. He chuckled, knowing exactly what she had been remembering. 

They continued on, a huge bed set on an equally large dais dominated the next room. A grand four-poster bed with a canopy of sheer silk hangings, several thick pillows and thick goose down comforter covered the expanse. She smiled up to Him, squeezing His hand lightly as she again saw all of her dreams realized.

They entered into the bath, the largest bathroom she had ever seen. The usual toilet, but also a bidet next to it graced one side of the wall. A huge tiled shower, big enough, she thought for several people was in one corner. The walls, of course, clear. Several showerheads were lined along the walls, some high, some low and also hand-held showers. She wondered at this briefly. There was also a low ledge, perhaps where one could sit and shower, she thought. 

The next room they came to was just off of the bath. She looked inside the room, His hand propelling her forward. Her brows wrinkling as she took in the sights. She looked up to Him in question as she saw, what looked to be a gynecologist type examination table. 

“Master?” she quietly asked. 

“Yes, little one?” 

She looked back to the table and then up to Him again. 

He smiled. 

“It is a multi purpose table, little one. You will become well introduced with it and its many functions very soon.”

“But…I don’t understand, Master.” 

He smiled softly to her, taking her by the hand and leading her to the table. Lifting her up to sit on the edge of the table, He began to explain each function and purpose to her to ease her fears.

“I had this table specially made for you, little one. It is the only one of its kind.” He demonstrated, “lie back, little one, I will show you.” 

She lay back, hesitating briefly. “Put your arms out to your side.” 

She did so. 

He wrapped her wrists in soft leather bands, securing them. Once done, He flipped a lever, the table moved, bringing her arms straight over her head. She gasped softly, feeling her arms stretch, her body elongate. Softly He stroked down the length of her arm, raising goosebumps along her flesh. 

“Position your feet in the stirrups, little one” He again commanded. 

Helping her set the heels of each foot in one stirrup, He again pushed another lever, the table again moved. Again she gasped, feeling her legs spread wide. Again He wrapped lengths of soft leather around her ankles, securing them. 

Looking up to Him, she whispered, “I don’t think I like this table Master.” 

He chuckled softly, “it does leave you quite vulnerable, doesn’t it little one?” 

Nodding her head, she again whispered, “yes Master.”

Flipping another switch the table again moved, this time her knees bending and if possible, splaying her thighs even wider. Another switch was flipped, the table beneath her bottom lifted, her hips lifting. With each flip of the switch, she watched, amazed. He continued to flip switches, the table lifting, stretching, and opening her body completely to Him. When He was satisfied, He looked down upon her body, noticing her nipples standing taut, her breath shallow and erratic. 

“You see now some of the special features of the table, little one. Get comfortable with it, you will be spending a lot of time here during your training.” 

Again, she responded, “yes, Master.”

He left her alone in the room, still secured tightly to the table; her legs splayed wide, hips lifted and her arms stretched overhead. She looked curiously around the room, a shiver of apprehension tingling up her spine. The overhead fluorescent lights shone brightly on her naturally fair skin, she could still feel the heat of the flush upon her body as she was spread so vulnerably to Him. Her thoughts whirled inside her head, confusing her. 

At times when she was a small girl she had dreamed of being taken away and held by a Man…not just any man, but one that would understand her and understand all of the things that peeked at her from time to time within her soul. A man that make her heart race with just a look, be kind and gentle with her, but also one that knew when she was needing…needing security, comfort, and, yes, also discipline. 

“Discipline?” her mind shouted at her, “are you crazy? You’re a big girl now…you don’t need some man telling you what to do…how to do it. Wise up, girl! Don’t be so weak!” 

Another voice from within her would interrupt and very quietly speak to her, “you know you are different; you’ve known since your first memories…don’t turn your back on what is finally coming to you. This is what you want and desire; most of all what you need to be happy and be at peace with yourself. Don’t turn away. Stay and listen and feel with your heart, your mind, and your soul. Don’t rebel against it simply because you are frightened, because it may be a little difficult. In the end it will be worth all of your hard work. Changing what society has deemed a woman should be. You are strong within…fight for it. Fight for what you want. Fight for what you desire. Fight for what you need. Fight!” 

She lay there, bound, and listened to the voices war within her and then another voice spoke to her; His voice, it startled her. She opened her eyes searching for Him. He wasn’t there, He was deep inside her, speaking to her. A soft smile spread unconsciously over her full lips as she listened to His deep tenor voice, sending butterflies racing through her. 

His words became stronger as she listened more intently, “My will, not thy will, little one. My will is your will, it is what you want and need to be whole, it is where you must be, who you must be, little one. Want it, need it. Want my words in your mind, my thoughts in your soul, my pleasure in your body and my being inside you today and forever. Want it, need it, more and more every day, want it and need it more than life. My will, not thy will, little one! I do call you, talk to you from deep inside only if you will listen, only if you will turn your will over, as you know you should. Hear me little one; let me talk to you all the time. You need to not do on your own, but give of your will to me, be guided by my being inside you. Open your heart, your mind, your soul and your body to My will and only My will. That doesn't mean you are not a person or that you do not think, it means you guide your thinking by what I want, what I have taught you, what you know is true, the only true in life. My will, not they will, little one!” 

She listened to His words, the negative voice finally fading away, His voice and His words of wisdom echoing throughout her heart, her soul, and her mind. 

So softly she whispered, “yes, Master.”

He had been watching her through closed circuit cameras. He had placed several of these cameras within the rooms of the house. He smiled as He watched the emotions cross over her face and when finally she was the picture of peace and tranquility did He go to her. Stepping quietly so as not to startle her. He knew that she was finally starting to hear Him within her mind, within her soul and within her heart. He sensed it from her and could read it on her face, in her actions. She was an easy book to read if one knew the secret code to get within those sturdy walls she had constructed over her short life, walls that were finally starting to crack and let Him in.

He drew a line from the arch of her foot, zig zagging lazily up to her inner thigh, His voice soft as He spoke to her, “how are you doing, little one? Have you had some time to reflect on your new life?” 

Smiling up to Him, she responded, “yes, Master. I heard You speaking to me. I couldn’t see You, but I could hear you.” 

He touched her left breast, slowly circling the protruding nipple, “here, little one?” 

“Oh yes, Master…there…and in my belly…I could feel Your words…I could hear them, Master,” she whispered. 

“Always, I am in you, with you. In that special place only I can fill, I am there. Each time you open your mind to my words you let me fill that spot, I am there. Each time you open your mind to think of me, you let me fill that spot, I am there. Each time you open your heart to care, serve and give, you let me fill that spot, I am there. Each time you open your body and let me fill you, I fill that spot and I am there, little one. I am and will be forever, here, within you,” He spoke quietly, softly caressing her.

He stepped away from her, turning toward a stainless steel cabinet. Her eyes followed His every movement, watching as He took towels, a razor, shaving cream and various other things from the cabinet. Some she didn’t recognize, others she was puzzled over, but kept quiet. She was starting to learn trust and she trusted Him that He would not hurt her as others had done in the past.

He drew a small table along side her, placing each item in His arms with an exacting precision before stepping away again to a small sink. Rolling up His sleeves, He washed His hands, scrubbing them as if He were preparing for surgery like a doctor. She smiled as she watched Him; all of His movements were as finely detailed, as the Man himself. Turning back to her as He dried His hands on a small hand towel, 

He asked, “are you ready to begin, little one?” 

Nodding her head slowly, she whispered, “yes, Master.” 

His words still echoing inside her, “My will, not thy will, little one.”

“On to the business at hand, little one. Tonight I am going to shave you, shave My cunt. My cunt, little one. Every piece of you is Mine, from the hair on your head to the tips of your toes. Your body is no longer yours…I own all of you…inside and out. I own them, I own you…body, heart, mind and soul. And what I own, I hold forever, little one. Understood?” 

As He spoke, He defined each part, twisting her nipples, “these tits…they are mine, little one.” Stroking down her belly, “this belly….Mine, little one.” Cupping her sex with His hand, He squeezed as He spoke, “and this cunt…Mine also, little one.” 

She listened as He spoke, tingles coursing through her body with each word, her nipples puckering tightly beneath His hand, her muscles tensing beneath the soft caress on her belly, her cunt clenching as He cupped it tightly, her hips lifting up to His touch. 

Swallowing back a low, soft moan, she whispered, “yes, Master…I understand. I belong to You, Master.” 

He smiled and nodded, hearing her. “Remember, little one, I own you…all of you.”

Saying that, He picked up a hot towel, spreading it over her, covering her cunt to soften the hair that had been allowed to grow. Inhaling sharply, she flinched as the hot towel was placed on her. 

“It will help to soften the hair, little one.” 

She nodded, responding, “yes, Master.” 

He allowed the towel to remain there for a few minutes, before filling His hand with a mound of shaving cream, generously spreading it over her mound and down between her legs. Picking up a razor, He carefully started removing the hair, taking long, gentle swipes, rinsing the razor in between strokes. He smiled as He looked up from His task to her. Her eyes were closed a small smile on her face as she relaxed under His care. She felt a warmth penetrating from deep inside, spreading through out her body. 

Reaching for a small hand held water spray from under the table; He adjusted the temperature of the water until it was fairly warm and proceeded to rinse her of the last remaining foam. Smiling as He saw pinkness of His cunt revealed to Him. 

Sliding a hand gently over the silky flesh, He spoke, “this is how My cunt should always look and feel, little one. I will expect you to keep it like this at all times.” 

Picking up a handheld mirror, He showed her what she now looked like. She gasped softly, seeing herself completely bare and smiled up to Him. “yes, Master.” 

He looked to her and grinned, “you enjoyed the shave, did you not, little one?” 

“Mmmmmm, yes Master…I did enjoy it” she purred. 

“I think we can remove this for the night, little one. You did very well for today.” As He spoke, He slid the small anal plug from her, smiling as He heard the small sigh of relief rush past her lips. 




The Journey Ch. 06



Val and Zeke swore profusely almost the entire way down the steps. What the hell was down here, that the alarms had been designed to last a couple hundred years. Val looked over at a torn decal on the inside of the door. Tricom Industries, apparently. Were they still out there? If so, he was buying stock. Actually, first he'd tell their exec's about the century out alarms, pitch an advertisement idea, then he'd buy the stocks. He almost laughed out loud. Even after all this time on the ground, and still the instinct to ‘make a buck' hadn't completely left him. He smiled and shook his head, noting then that Zeke was looking at him with a similar rueful smile.

"Thinking about checking the exchange too, were you?" asked Val. Zeke grinned, his large canines making him look almost bloodthirsty. "Nah. Close enough though. If Tricom was on the index, I'd have seen it. I was thinking of claiming the company name, doctoring a history and portfolio with a few private backers, and then busting out the ad about the ‘timelessness' of our great work."

Val winced...his plan had some ethical claim behind it at least. He'd be selling an honestly found claim, instead of fabricating an entire fictional company. Ethics apparently hadn't been on the curriculum wherever Zeke had been educated. Or if it had, it had simply pointed out that rules were meant to be broken. Another reason not to miss his old life.

The stairs led to a long straight tunnel, at a right angle to another, equally as long. The sirens were far more quiet down here, a good thing, his aching ears told him. Also there was reason to hope that the alarms sounded less clear out on the desert too. The last thing they needed was company. It wasn't likely anyone was near to hear it, but then the odds had been equally against two off-worlders meeting in the desert. It was eery down here, the red flashes of light washing over them, then departing, like a pulse in an imaginary artery. Up ahead in the distance, the pulse ended in blackness. It was difficult to say whether the corridor ended there, or if perhaps it was another junction. As they approached, they saw that it was in fact a door, huge, metal and by the looks of it impregnable. Off to the side was another door, seemingly of the sliding variety associated with elevators. Val wondered whether anything other than the alarms on this place worked. He looked over at Zeke, then realized that the man's eyes were locked in place, staring raptly at something. A plaque, dusty as hell, but carved in marble, or some such stone. "Green Mile Cryogenics Facility: Preserving those you love. Keeping Streets Safe. The Modern Solution."

"Holy shit!" whispered Zeke. "Do you have any idea what this place is?"

"A big freezer?" asked Val. "Dead people on ice....if it still works."

"Fuck man...This place wasn't on any of the maps. It was publically and privately funded. This was where Biotechnica got its start. It was a prison, and a human warehouse, like you said. But this wasn't one of those places you froze your ma or your dog and forgot her. Reanimation, man. They had it first, and still do it best. Almost the same way too."

"The place was bombed to the stone-ages, Zeke. I read it. Biotechnica lost millions, until they salvaged those files from the wreckage."

"No, they lost their main headquarters in New York, along with their mainframe, the disconnected one they kept their secret stuff in, you know, government contracts, product development and research, plus their own version of area 51."

"Bullshit! They gave tours."

"Yeah, in Sacramento. Shit, that place had a couple hundred beds, tops. That was the showroom. I think this is the real deal. The prisoner transfer program, remember? Prisoners being frozen and being given braindance treatments instead of clogging up the penitentiaries. We're talking a facility possibly the size of a large university campus, with row after row of cryo-chambers."

"Like I said, bullshit, they couldn't have lost something like that."

"They did. I'm telling you. I studied this crap. I lived this shit. I'm like...a biotechnical guru. Atlantis was counting on me to break into the market, fed me every scrap they could get their hands on about Biotechnica. Even the rumors. They didn't much care about the cryogenics facet, really, except that it allowed a few of the more delicate procedures to be conducted without shocking a patient's system too much."

Val blinked. "Prisoners you say? Do we even want to wake them up?"

Zeke points to the sign. "Weren't you listening? Yeah, prisoners, but not only. You think that Biotechnica bankrolled everything in their repertoire on a little facility in Sacramento? No way. They stored your grandma in here. Your cousin. Your sister. Whatever. Maybe your dog if you were rich enough." "So you're saying......." "I'm saying that if this place is still operational, there are a few dangerous minds in there to be thawed. And that's not talking about the prisoners. Problem is, though, only the prisoners tended to be healthy when they went in. There were CEO's, politicians, rich lawyers, valued scientists. All at death's door, and kept from knocking." he grins, "And then, of course there's the more intriguing possibility."

"And what is that?"

"Well, all the folks that Biotechnica or the government wanted to be kept silent, but still useful. Big time black ops rumors even then." he laughs. "There's even the rumor that people were still being stuffed here...the ultimate oubliette." He stopped, blinking, looking behind him at the flowing pulses of light.

"Great. So we're in a top secret facility, and its owned by one of the more ruthless of the orbital corporations. Don't I just suddenly feel safe." muttered Val.

"Don't worry man, like you said...dead people on ice. If it still works.

Val fired him a baleful stare, worthy of his mother, Zeke guessed. "So any ideas on how to crack this bitch open?" he asked. "And are you sure we want to?"

For the first time, Zeke looked a little uncomfortable. "Yes we want to. No question there, not for me anyway." He scratched his scalp. "Now as to how....well I'm more worried about security systems than what we'll find inside."

"Oh crap...if the alarms are working, who knows what else is?"

"Relax. This is likely not the most sensitive of areas. And besides, turrets and such were considered bad for public relations. The corporation wanted to know who was snooping, and kept a lot of the measures non-lethal. Gas, drugged darts, electrified panels, that sort of thing. The idea was catching you, not killing. And as long as you were right about this place being abandoned, all we'd wake up with is possibly a bad hairdo and a headache."

"And still not open the door."

"There is that." Zeke shrugged. "Check the consoles, Val...see if there's anything running here. I'm doubtin' it, considering the shape the satellite dish was in." Said Zeke, frowning as he gazed along the eerily lit corridor leading away. "You think there's anyone still here? I can't imagine anyone stayin' buried under the sand for this long. But then, maybe this is a back door, and they use another." "That's a reassuring thought. " muttered Val, as he wiped years of neglect from the consoles and the keypads. "Can't seem to find an on switch...I'm thinking something's been eating the cables or something, because it looks like a redundant system, should be always on...just press any key, and it boots up. It isn't booting though."  "Figures...but at the very least, we can salvage some of the copper, maybe. See any screws you can undo? Maybe we can rip out some of the guts here, and use them somewhere else." Val nodded, and grabbed his knife, sticking out his tongue as he twisted some of the screws free. Some were rusted, and took a bit of persuasion to remove. "Hey,Orbital ," he grunted, the word orbital coming out like a curse. " I hope you're not gonna make me do all the work here. Don't care if you have the gun, we're partners in this. You know you need me to get us out of the desert in one piece. Next job is yours, and I'll watch your back." 

Zeke grunted, neither agreeing or disagreeing, and waited for the smaller man to finish. This was a storeroom, apparently, judging from the great piles of canisters stacked neatly on either side. Zeke couldn't help but grin...the metal from the canisters alone could make him a very rich man. The old-tech loading exo –skeleton was an even better find, if it worked. It was then he saw the best find yet. A door, huge, circular and metal. A vault, containing who knew what treasures. The door itself, melted down, would be enough, to create the hulls of three combat ready shuttles, ablative armor included. Val apparently saw the same thing, as he stood in front of it and stared, dumbfounded. Zeke realized he probably didn't look any more intelligent, right at the moment, and shook his head to clear it. Zeke headed to a pillar in front of the doorway, seeing that it held a console. He ran his hands over it reverently, brushing the dust from it. The keypad too he brushed, and blinked and stepped back in surprise. This one lit...he touched the keypad again and gave a cheer, breaking Val of his reverie. "What did you find?" Val asked excitedly. "A working console! In front of a door no less. Good sign, wouldn't you say?" He grins and grabs one of his water bottles and wets his sleeve, and then wrings it out a bit. He wipes the dust away, and taps the screen a couple times... "Look! Touch-pad! Definitely old tech. But the fact that it's still working just blows me away!" He frowns, studying the icons. "Ah...here we go...help." He tapped the icon. "Good morning sir!" came a cheerful voice from somewhere below the screen. "How may I help you today?" Zeke yelped and jumped back, having expected a screen presence only. Val chuckled, as the contrast between Zekes rough and tumble exterior, and lab rat personality became momentarily evident.  "Er....ah...good morning. Yes. What is this place?" Zeke asked. It was as good a place as any to start.  "This is the Green Mile Cryogenics facility. Sponsored by Biotechnica, opened in 2019. The finest correctional facility and cryogenic storage facility built. We have over ten thousand available tanks, of which one thousand were set aside for public storage solutions. Many of these are available at this..." Zeke stopped the electronic tour guide. "Whoah buddy...I got it. So how many people are on ice?" He gave a thumbs up to Val. They were getting somewhere! "There are over six thousand stored, sir. Plenty of space left for your loved ones. This is however not where one would place an order. Indeed you are well off the intended tour route. Are you lost, sir? I can direct you to the reception desk two floors...

"Skip it, tin can. We're not part of a tour." 

"Then I must alert security, and any further inquiries may go through them. They will escort you for questioning. Do not worry, they will be most courteous, should you prove cooperative." 

Val glowered at Zeke. "Great. They're sending someone for us. We're in shit now."

"Look at this place. Nobody's coming. Here. Let's try something. " He tapped the screen repeatedly, like an irate customer at the service desk of the hotel. 

"Good morning sir! How can I help you?" 

"Save it. You sent for security. Where are they? They should be here by now. " said Zeke, smirking.

"I made the request a few moments ago. They should arrive shortly, sir. " 

"No response has been made, has it?" 

"No sir."

"Do you know why that might be?" Zeke said, obviously rhetorically. "Because no one is here anymore. You are alone."

"That is impossible sir. My clock, updated daily, states that it is 10:47 am, and my roster says there should be eighteen guards on duty."

"How many checked in this morning?"

A pause. "None sir. A report has been sent to head office." Zeke smiled brighter. This was no AI, but it certainly had a strong set of subroutines. " Were the packets received anywhere?" "No sir, but the file is in our database. You can be sure that as soon as connectivity is re-established the laxity of our security personnel will be dealt with."

"When were you last connected?"

"I'm sorry sir, you do not have access to said information."

"But you do have the info, right? And can analyse it?"

"Yes sir. Please wait here for security."

So much for problem solving, thought Zeke. "I want you to consider internally, if you will. The last date security checked in, the last date that you had connectivity, and the last access to this terminal. Do they coincide, approximately? No need to inform me of the particulars, do they coincide?"

"Coincide sir? Please elaborate."  "Are they within the same hour, the same minute, or at least, the same day?"

"Yes sir, they fit within those parameters."

"And was this day in the past month?" 

"No sir."

"The past year?"

"No sir."

"The past decade?"

"No sir."

"The past century?"

"No sir."

"What is the average life span of a human?"

"68.4 years, worldwide, with medical advancements made in recent years."

Zeke fought the urge to ask how recent these years were. It was irrelevant for what he was going to try. "Alright. And in North America, the average time a person spent in the workforce?"

"Approximately 34 to 40 years, sir."

"So it's safe to say that this station has been abandoned for more than the average human life span, and for at least three times the average time people spent in the work force."

"Yes sir."

"Are you aware of the term salvage? Or relic? After how many years does something lost become available for salvage? Or when can a buried building be considered an historic find?"

"There are no set laws for length of time required for a building to become a historic find. Houses and buildings a century old have been given ‘heritage' status, however. As for salvage, salvage is normally a nautical term, and can be claimed on any abandoned vessel, so long as it is indeed shown to be adrift and without claimants for over 25 kilometers, or if the vessel lays beneath the surface of the ocean and is not set there purposely to form a reef. This is the simplified explanation of salvage laws, and by no means definitive. If you wish to know more..."

"Enough, enough...Would a vessel being buried by 50 feet of sand be considered a salvage operation? Just answer yes or no. Is there precedent for such a claim?"

Val grinned, patting Zeke on the back. "Brilliant, man...brilliant. This could work." 

Zeke grimaced, and punched Val in the shoulder. " Shuddup. I'm working here."

"Was that directed at me, sir?" asked the computer voice.

"No, answer the previous question."

"Yes." "It is a salvage operation, or could be considered one in those circumstances?"

"Yes."

"Then we claim salvage rights on this establishment, and should thus be granted access to inventory the contents of this building. As you have access to legal documentation and are aware of salvage law, you are bound to comply to our wishes as if we were the director of this place." Zeke grinned in glee.

"Denied."

"But...but you agreed with all the conditions laid out."

"Yes." 

"Then legally, this place falls under salvage operations."

"I cannot comply. This terminal is abandoned, and shows no activity. Internally, however, the director has authority, and he is active."

"The director?! After a hundred years or more?"  "Yes."

"Shit." Zeke slumped. There went plan A. Now their plan was at the mercy of some senile old fart pretending to run a broken down facility. 

Val frowned, and stepped up. "Valen Thorne, and Zeke...uh..." "Poloskowitz." Supplied Zeke.

"Valen Thorne, and Zeke Poloskowitz would like to set up an appointment with the director. Or at least a conference call. " said Val, nodding.

"One moment please....Denied."

"But..."

"I'm sorry, sirs. You are not scheduled, and he has denied the appointment. Please come back another day."

"He personally denied the appointment? Or was his office set to "Do not Disturb" or something?" asked Val.

"Personal considerations were given to the request, as well as to the particulars of your visit."

"Bloody hell..." muttered Zeke. "You told him we were after salvage rights?"

"Yes sir. I am to report the reason for the call, and as our discussion centered on that, I took the liberty..."

"Oh shut up..." Zeke growled. "C'mon Val, let's go."

"We're not giving up, are we?"

"Hell no. This room is salvage at the very least, and a case can be made for the terminal, and even the door, maybe. However, the ‘director' could prove problematic. I think we may need to negotiate."

"With what?"

"You leave that to me. Give me half an hour to discuss this with our electronic friend. I do believe I can get us an appointment. I just need a little privacy..."



The Journey Ch. 06



“Thank You, Master” she whispered, squirming lightly against the table.

He flipped the switches on the table, bringing her body back to a laying position and then carefully untied the strips of leather binding her ankles and wrists. Grasping her hand, He pulled her to a sitting position and carefully lifted her down from the table, swatting her ass lightly. 

“Time for a shower, lil girl and then supper. I’m ravenous!” He growled. 

She giggled as He bit gently against her neck, setting her down to her feet.

She scampered down the hall, giggling as she bounced away from Him. Turning to peek over her shoulder, giving Him one of those “catch me if You can” looks. Growling, He started after her, laughing out loud as He heard her shriek of giggles as she started running. Swooping her up into His arms, mid-stride, she collapsed in a fit of giggles against His chest, peering up to Him with sparkling eyes full of mischief.

Setting her down, He pulled some big, fluffy towels from the linen closet inside the bathroom. 

Turning to look at her from over His shoulder, He spoke, “there is an assortment of shampoos, conditioners, and shower gels in that cabinet just to your left. Pick some out, and don’t forget the loofa gloves I know you like to use.” 

She nodded and replied, “yes, Master,” making her selections. He had hung towels on the rack just outside the door of the shower area, waiting for her. 

“Put those on that bench just inside and get the water running. Make sure it is warm. I like my showers hot,” He told her. 

Again she replied, “yes Master.” She relieved herself of the bottles, lining them up along the ledge and turned on the water. 

He still stood just outside the shower area, as if waiting. 

Tilting her head, she looked at Him, wondering, “Master?” she finally asked. 

“I’m waiting, little one. Quit dawdling and get your ass out here. It’s time you start earning your keep around here; this isn’t Club Med where you are going to be waited on hand and foot,” He spoke. 

Nodding, she quietly replied, “yes, Master”, all the while wondering why His attitude had suddenly changed.

“Undress me, slut. The laundry chute is there,” He said, pointing to the swinging door positioned just under the towel rack. 

Stepping hesitantly to Him, her aura had changed from playfulness to a shy submissiveness. Standing on tiptoe, she started slowly unbuttoning His shirt, pushing it off His shoulders and then pushing it through the swinging door of the chute. Working at the button of His jeans, she negotiated it through the hole and unzipped the zipper and then began sliding the soft denim down over His legs. 

Clearing His throat, He gained her attention, “uhh, little one, it might be easier to remove the jeans if you first remove My boots.” 

Blushing she looked down at His boots and then up to Him, “uhmmm, yes Master.” 

Lifting His foot, she pulled against the heel of the boot, He steadied Himself on one foot, placing His hand on her head for balance. Tugging the boots off finally, she then removed His jeans and underwear, again pushing them through the chute to the laundry. 

He patted her head, “good, but a little slow, slut, but you’ll improve with time.” 

“Yes, Master”, she softly responded.

He opened the door to the shower, stepping aside to let her proceed Him. “You will undress and wash me first before yourself, little one. I won’t remind you again.” 

She nodded, “yes Master”. 

Before sitting down on the ledge, He adjusted the showerheads towards Him. 

“Get to it, slut. We don’t have all night, I’m starving,” He growled. 

Jumping at the tone of His voice, she stepped quickly to Him. Pouring a small amount of shampoo into the palm of her hand, she rubbed her hands together and then went to work, her hands working the lather through His dark hair. Slowly she massaged His head, using the pads of her fingers, feeling Him relax under her care. Taking the handheld shower sprayer, she rinsed the shampoo away, being careful not to get it in His eyes. Once the water ran clear again, the suds gone, she worked conditioner through, again massaging His scalp with her fingers. She heard a low moan rumble from His throat as she worked. 

“You have magical fingers, slut,” He growled low. 

She smiled, knowing that she was pleasing Him. Leaving the conditioner to work in His hair, she pulled on the loofa gloves and worked up a lather with a bar of soap. 

Lifting up His arm she proceeded to scrub His skin, He not being used to the loofa, looked up to her. 

“Careful you don’t scrub all of My skin away, slut” He grinned up to her to let her know He was jesting with her. 

She looked at Him, seeing the grin and smiled back to Him, “I won’t, Master. It will help remove the dead skin and leave Your skin feeling renewed, Master.” 

He nodded, closing His eyes again, letting her work. She repeated the process on His other arm and then moved behind Him to scrub His back. Completing His back, she moved to the front of Him, standing in the area between His knees, applying the loofa gently as she washed His face and then applying a little more pressure as she moved down His neck and chest. 

Reaching for the handheld shower behind Him, she gasped as He caught her nipple in His mouth, sucking and biting it gently. The nipple extending to a taut peak against His tongue. She tried to squirm away and continue with her task, He felt her squirm and brought His arms around her ass to hold her prisoner against Him. 

Letting the nipple pop from His mouth, He commanded, “rinse me off, slut.” 

She tried to take a step back away from Him, but felt the steel band of His arms tighten around her, making her escape impossible. 

“Just continue, slut,” He growled. 

“But, Master…” she started to speak. 

“Continue!” He growled sharply. 

Timidly she responded, “yes, Master.”

Still clutching the handheld sprayer in her hand, she started at the top of His head, rinsing the conditioner away, her other hand sifting through the long wet strands, lifting them as she rinsed. He, at that moment, captured her nipple again in His mouth, suckling tightly against the taut peak, smiling as He heard her sharp inhale of breath, feeling her arch her back and lift up to Him. She let the water stream down over His face, washing the lather away, turning slightly to rinse His arms, chest and back. He had continued to suck and bite against the nipples, moving from one to the other, enjoying the feel of her squirming within His arms and listening to the soft moans she had so desperately tried to hold back. Biting down against one nipple fairly hard, He had heard her low, throaty moan. Her response had reinforced His earlier judgement that she had a bit of suppressed masochistic tendencies deep inside her. He was pleased.

Releasing her from the cage within His arms, He stood, towering over her. She hesitantly took a step back from Him, her dark eyes mesmerized by the sight of His nakedness. Blushing as her gaze traveled down over the hard plains of His chest and stomach to His cock, standing in its full glory in a soft forest of dark chestnut curls. Gasping softly at the size of Him, she lifted frightened eyes to Him. 

“I’ll be gentle with you, little one, have no fear,” He spoke soothingly to her. 

She nodded hesitantly, her eyes holding His before again falling back to contemplate the size of Him. 

He smiled softly, His voice soft, “come, little one.” 

She again lathered the loofa gloves, dropping gently to her knees before Him, her hands stroking up and down the length of His legs as she washed. He smiled, seeing her natural submissiveness showing through without her knowledge. He stood, His thickly muscled legs held in a wide stance. She hesitated as she made her way, knowing that the only part of Him she had not washed yet was His most private area. 

Seeing her hesitation, He spoke gently to her, “all of Me, little one. I expect you to become quite acquainted with every inch of My flesh.” 

She nodded, her dark eyes peering up to Him from lowered lashes, “yes, my Master.” 

He smiled, seeing her in this kneeling position before Him. 

She started with His tight ass cheeks, scrubbing gently against them, building her courage to wash His cock. With hesitation she moved slowly to the front of Him, gently stroking along His shaft. Stopping, she took off the loofa gloves, working a lather with her bare hands, she again, started stroking up and down along His cock, feeling the velvety smoothness of Him. Hearing His low moan of pleasure, she smiled up to Him, gently rolling His balls in the smallness of her hand, building more courage as she watched Him moan softly with her administrations.

Lifting the handheld sprayer, she gently washed the suds away, her other hand continuing to lightly stroke against Him, feeling His cock throbbing. 

In a low moan, He commanded her, “suck Me, slut. Take My cock into that mouth and suck.” 

Scooting closer to Him on her knees, she darted the tip of her tongue against the head of His cock, flicking lightly against it. Gaining more courage, she twirled her tongue around the ridge, her tongue flicking against the underside of the V, before licking up and down along the rigid shaft, licking lightly against His balls. 

Hearing His low moans, she became bolder, impaling her mouth against Him, taking His cock deep within the confines of her mouth, her tongue dancing along the underside of His cock buried deep in her mouth. She gasped suddenly as she felt His huge hands hold her head against Him, slowly fucking her mouth. 

“Yesss….that’s My good little slut. Suck Me, slut” He growled low. 

Hearing Him, she increased her pace with Him, relaxing her throat muscles as He continued to assault her mouth, fucking that hot, slutty mouth of hers. 

She was on her knees before Him, her thighs splaying wide as she leaned against Him, taking His cock deep, her head bobbing up and down against Him, her hands squeezing against His firmly muscled ass. 

She felt His cock swell in her mouth, His words harsh as He spoke, “swallow, slut. Swallow every drop.” 

Panicking, she tried to push away from Him, she had never swallowed before. Refusing to let her go, He pressed even more firmly against her head, holding her there at His cock, fucking deep into her mouth. 

“Swallow, slut!” He commanded firmly.  She felt His cock starting to jerk, hearing Him roar His release and then felt the fiery flood engulf her mouth, she worked her throat muscles convulsively trying to swallow every hot spurt of cum shooting from His cock. At the same moment, He reached down to her, twisting her nipple sharply, holding it in a vice grip with one hand, His other hand continuing to move her head against His cock, slowing as He spent Himself. 

Releasing the nipple as the last spurt of cum sprayed down her throat, He growled low in His throat, “you please Me, little one.” 

Slowly she released His cock from her lips, smacking them lightly together as she smiled up to Him.

“Wash yourself and let’s get some supper, slut,” He commanded. 

He sank down to the ledge, leaning back; one foot propped on the ledge as He watched her. She turned around, looking at Him from over a bare shoulder, slowly lifting one arm as she begun to bathe. 

“Minx!” He growled after her. 

She simply smiled to Him and continued her slow, seductive wash. First washing and conditioning her hair, her back arching tightly as she thrust her breasts forward, the nipples standing tightly puckered. Her hands running over the many valleys and curves as she smoothed the loofa over her silken flesh, her dark eyes smokey as she teased Him. He enjoyed her seduction, watching the bold slut seem to emerge from the depths of her belly. Rinsing with the handheld, she held the stream against her fresh shaven cunt, feeling the water pound against the little nub held protected within the folds and hood. He watched her, letting her work herself up to almost release. 

His words startling her as He spoke softly, almost menacingly, “not so fast, slut, you must beg permission before seeking your pleasure.” 

Snapping her head up, her dark eyes stormy, “but Master…please,” she whined pitifully. 

He stated simply, “no.” 

Gathering her brows, “but Master, I need to cum.” 

Again, He simply stated, “no.” 

Turning her back to Him, she again applied the spray of water to her throbbing clit, ignoring His command. Gasping sharply, she felt His large hands against her, ripping the sprayer from her hand. 

“I said no, slut, and I meant it,” He growled. 

“But, Master…I need to cum, please,” she whined. 

He turned off the water, glaring at her. “You have many things to learn, slut. You will be punished for this infraction,” He growled. 

Spinning on her heel, she turned away from Him, crossing her arms under her breasts, pushing them forward unconsciously as she pouted. He looked at her, shaking His head at her willful display. He smacked her ass firmly, His large hand landing squarely against her rounded cheek, the spank cracking loudly in the silence.  Jumping, she spun around, glaring at Him, “how dare You” she shrieked. 

He slowly turned to her, the weight of His glare silencing any further expletives from her. He spoke low, dangerously, as He stalked her. She backed away from Him, whimpering as she felt the tiled wall against her back. He placed one hand on the wall near her head, in effect, pinning her there. The other hand grazed lightly up along her thigh, before clutching her breast. 

Twisting her nipple as He slowly spat out, “you will do well to heed my words, little one. When I say no, I mean NO! You will listen, you will obey without hesitation.” 

Wincing from the pain shooting through her, she lifted dark, frightened eyes to Him, her voice trembling as she whispered, “yes Master. I’m sorry, please forgive me, Master.” 

Nodding to her, He twisted the nipple once more for emphasis, “you are forgiven, little one. But remember well My words.” 

Wincing, she nodded, whispering, “yes, Master. Thank You, Master.”

He stepped out of the shower room, first handing her a towel and then taking another from the towel bar for Himself. Quietly she thanked Him again and began to pat the water droplets from her silky flesh, once done; she bent over at the waist and wrapped the towel around her head, turban style. She hesitantly peeked up to Him from the cover of long lashes, watching as He brusquely toweled Himself dry, His jaw was set, a muscle ticking in His cheek. She knew instantly that He was indeed very angry with her behavior. Stepping close to Him, she reached for the end of the towel, blotting lightly against Him as she helped dry His back. He looked over His shoulder to her, His eyes still flinty with His anger. Again she peeked up to Him, this time catching His gaze. 

Hastily she lowered her lashes, her head bowing down. “I’m sorry, Master,” she whispered as she continued to blot at His back. 

“I know, little one, but you will learn the boundaries and you will not cross them. I am still angry with you, but I have forgiven you, little one. And don’t forget, you still have a punishment coming.” He spoke. 

Gasping softly, her head snapped up to look at Him, her eyes wide. Slowly closing her gaping mouth, she nodded slightly, her voice barely audible, “yes, Master.”

He turned on His heel, striding into His own walk-in closet, selected a faded pair of jeans and pulled them on, leaving the button unfastened. Turning He looked into the bathroom again and watched as she folded the towels and hung them again on the towel bar, her small hands still trembling as she tidied the room. Quickly she ran a comb through the long tresses, untangling it. 

He called out to her, “come, little one, My stomach growls.” 

Looking over a bared shoulder to Him, she nodded, her body already turning and her bare feet pattering softly against the floor to Him.

She followed a few paces behind Him, her tiny feet hurrying to keep up with His long strides. Entering the kitchen, He bade her to set the table with one place setting. Tilting her head in confusion, she nodded slowly, not wanting to anger Him further with questions. He had already turned His back to her and had started preparations for dinner. Completing her task, she looked at Him, seeing the tense lines of His bare back as He continued His preparations. 

Tiptoeing quietly up behind Him, she stood just to His left, her soft whisper going unnoticed. She cleared her throat quietly and again in a slightly louder whisper called to Him, “Master?” 

Turning abruptly to her, she backed up a pace, her dark eyes wide. “Yes, little one?” He seemed to bark. 

Twisting her fingers, standing on one foot, she looked like a little girl, her head bowed down, her voice so soft He could barely hear her words. 

He smiled softly, seeing her distress and turned to her, lifting her chin with His hand, “I can’t hear you when you talk to the floor, little one. Speak up,” He said quietly. 

“I am finished setting the table, Master…and…uhmm…was…uhmmm…wondering if there was something more I could do to help, Master,” she said quietly, keeping her lashes lowered, her voice soft, chin quivering in His hand. 

“Little one, look up to Me, let Me see those beautiful eyes. Don’t hide them from me,” He said softly. 

Looking up to Him, she bit her lower lip, her dark eyes shining with unshed tears of remorse. 

He smiled, looking into her eyes, “yes, little one, there is a cushion in the bottom cabinet at the end of the island, get it and place it next to the table on the floor.” 

She looked up at Him, clearly confused, but said nothing other than, “yes, Master.”

He finished the salad He had been making, slicing a grilled chicken breast into strips before sliding it on top of the huge salad. Taking the salad plate in one hand, He carried a bottle of white wine and two wine goblets to the table. 

Sinking down into the cushioned chair, He pointed to the cushion on the floor and uttered one single word to her, “nadu!” 

She tilted her head, nodded, and sunk down to the cushion, her creamy thighs splaying wide, back arching into a delicate curve, she held her head high, dark eyes cast to the stone floor in front of her. Settling back on her heels, she gently rested her wrists, the palms facing skyward against the creamy flesh of her upper thighs. 

“Very well done, little one,” He praised her. 

She smiled softly up to Him, her soft voice whispering, “thank You, Master.”

He smiled once more and then literally started to attack the salad, she watched silently, her own stomach growling its hunger. Hearing the rumble, He looked down to her, “your hands are now bound behind your back, little one.” 

Hearing the command, she interlaced her fingers behind her back, arching it tightly and thrusting her breasts forward. She was now “bound by Master’s will”, no rope or other bindings were necessary once a slave was commanded into this position. She had remembered much from her Gorean books it seemed. He smiled as He watched her position herself.

Selecting a ripe, plump cherry tomato, He held it to her lips, lightly running it along her full bottom lip. Her dark eyes peered up to Him as she darted the tip of her tongue out to His fingers, licking lightly around the tomato as He placed against her tongue. Rolling her tongue back as she curled it, the tomato rolled into her mouth, where she savored the morsel. He watched her little tongue trick and smiled. She smiled up to Him, still savoring the tomato, thinking to herself she had never tasted one so good before. He continued eating and feeding her tidbits of the salad, tipping the wineglass every so often to her lips for a sip of the Chardonnay. 

“You will be fed by My hand, little one, until you have earned the right to feed yourself, and even then you will need to earn the right to use utensils. Every step will be earned. Feeding yourself, using utensils, sitting at the table here with Me. And even then, I will still limit your intake of food and limit the kinds of food you will be consuming. We have some work to do to get you in the condition that I wish. Understood, little one?” 




The Journey Ch. 06



“Yes, Master, I understand,” she replied softly. 

He nodded once, frowning slightly as He had noticed her shoulders slouching a bit more. “Shoulders back, little one.” 

Kicking her thighs further apart, He nodded. “You still have work to do on the positions, little one, but you are doing well. You will perfect them with time.” 

Arching her back tightly, she thrust her breasts higher, still keeping her fingers tightly laced together behind her back as He kicked her thighs further apart, “yes, Master”, she spoke softly.

They finished dinner and tidied the kitchen, putting the dishes in the dishwasher, the cushion back in the cabinet and putting the salad fixings back into the refrigerator. 

Turning to her as they finished, He spoke, “time for you to get some rest, little one. You have a full day tomorrow.” 

Seeing that the sun had just started to go down, she started to protest, “but Master, it’s still light out.” 

Arching His brow, she lowered her lashes, her head bowing slightly and muttered softly, “yes, Master, as You wish.” 

“That’s better, little one,” He spoke.

Slowly she followed behind Him as He escorted her back to the bedroom. Directing her to His walk-in closet, He told her to retrieve a rolled mat from behind the door and the two lengths of nylon rope hanging on the hook. She retrieved the items, her brow furrowed in puzzlement at His odd request. 

“Use the restroom if you need to, little one, and then back to Me,” He ordered. 

She used the restroom, still uncomfortable about this most intimate detail while He was watching. 

Coming back to Him, she stood beside the bed, not knowing exactly what to do now. 

“Spread the mat out at the foot of the bed and then lay down, little one,” He again commanded. 

Clearly confused she spread the mat out and then lay down, looking up at Him with dark eyes. 

“Hands together,” He spoke. 

After she had done this, He proceeded to wrap one length of rope around her wrists, making sure it was not too snug and then tied it to an eye bolt strategically placed at her head, giving her just enough length to turn side to side if she wished. Moving down to her ankles, He again wrapped the remaining length of rope, securely tying it off to another eyebolt anchored in the dais. 

“Your inhaler is within reach of you, if you should need it, little one, and here is a pillow to make you more comfortable.” 

Looking up to Him, her eyes wide, she quietly asked, “Master?” 

“Yes, little one?” He responded. 

“How come I am bound to the bed and not in bed, Master?”, she asked. 

“You must earn the privilege of sleeping at My side, little one. Your hands and ankles are bound so that you do not pleasure yourself during the night. Also, make very sure you want to wake Me during the night, My growl is even worse when I am awakened. So beware, little one.” 

Swallowing hard, she whispered, “yes, Master.”

Fitting a sleep mask over her eyes to shut out the remaining light, He gently stroked her head, “good night, little one, sweet dreams.” 

“Good night, Master,” she softly responded. 

He smiled softly and tucked a comforter around her to tuck her in for the night.



The Journey Ch. 07



The following day dawned clear and bright, the birds chirping, day breaking in the clear skies above. Slowly awaking, she tried to stretch her limbs, frowning in her sleep as she met resistance. Turning to her side, she now was fully awake, feeling eyes upon her. Tilting her head to her upper arm she tried to remove the sleep mask covering her eyes, pushing against it to slide it up. Struggling a few minutes she finally gave up, the mask had been tied to securely. Blowing an exasperated sigh, she snapped her head up as she heard a low chuckle. 

"Master?" she called out in a soft whisper. 

"Yes, little one?" she heard Him respond from the recliner to her left. 

Sagging in relief, she spoke softly, "I didn't want to wake You, Master...but now that I know You are awake, would You untie me please, Master?" 

"Hmmm, how much do you want Me to untie you, little one?" He asked, seeing her already starting to squirm. 

"Master, please...I gotta go," she responded with a slight whine in her voice. 

Chuckling as she squirmed even more, trying to cross her legs, He squatted down beside her, gently stroking her hair. "What's the rush for, little one?" He teased. 

"Masterrrrrr, please, I gotta go, pleaseeee," she begged pitifully. 

"Where do you have to go, little one?" He continued to tease. 

Struggling to cross her legs, she whined "Master, pleasssseeeee... I gotta go." 

Chuckling He untied the sleep mask, smiling down to her as she blinked her eyes, bringing them into focus.

"Good morning, sweetness," He spoke gently. 

Smiling up to Him she returned the morning greetings, waiting as patiently as she could for Him to free her from her bindings. Once He had her free, she sprang up from the mat, running to the bathroom. He chuckled, watching as her ass swung provocatively. Hurriedly she sat on the toilet, letting her long golden tresses fall down covering her face. She heard Him walk into the bathroom; His boots tapping out a staccato with each step. Tensing, she whimpered softly; she couldn't go. 

Lifting her head slightly, her voice soft with pleading, "Master, please...I can't go with You in here watching." 

He brushed her hair back from her face, squatting down beside her so He could look into her eyes, His voice gentle, "this is part of your training, little one and no better time to start." 

"Master, please," she pleaded. 

"This is something you will have to learn to get used to, little one." 

Nodding her head slightly, she responded, "yes, Master."

Slowly He stood up, walking to the sink, He proceeded to turn on the cold water and brush His teeth. He knew the sound of running water would stimulate her bodily functions so that she had no choice but to go while He was in the same room. Wiggling uncomfortably on the seat, she looked at Him, almost exasperated; it was becoming harder and harder to hold. Finally when she could stand it no longer, she relaxed enough so that she could relieve herself, feeling the stain of a deep blush wash over her as she did. Hearing the sudden rush as she did, He smiled softly, continuing to brush His teeth. 

"She will learn to become more comfortable with all of her body and sharing it with Me," He thought to Himself.

After she had completed, she looked up to Him, softly asking, "Master, may I take a quick shower, please?" 

Smiling to her, He nodded, "of course, little one." 

She waited patiently for Him to finish, and to go about His way. Knowing what she was waiting for, He turned and leaned against the counter, His eyes mischievous and a small grin playing about His lips. 

Looking up from lowered lashes, the blush still prominent on her cheeks, she hesitated briefly, her voice soft, "Master?" 

"Why the sudden shyness, little one, I thought you wanted to take a shower?" He asked, His merriment evident in His look and voice. 

"I do, Master...but" she responded, letting her voice trail off. 

"You are in training, remember, little one? Everything you do, You will do in My presence, understood?" He asked gently. 

Nodding her head slightly, she whispered, "yes, Master."

Scampering into the shower room, she turned the showers on, letting the water warm before she stepped beneath the cascading waterfalls. Washing her hair quickly, she closed her eyes as she rinsed the suds from the long tresses, arching her back as it streamed down to just the top swell of her ass. He smiled as He watched her; every movement she made was poetry in motion. She had lost herself into the simple pleasure of a hot shower, stopping long enough to pull on the loofa gloves and pour a small amount of shower gel into the palm of her hand. Scrubbing every inch, she had all but forgotten she was being watched. 

Calling out to her, "don't forget My freshly shaved cunt, little one, and My tits and ass." 

Whirling on the ball of one foot, she gasped softly as she saw Him standing there, grinning. Blushing furiously, she responded, "yes, Master." 

Quickly she finished her bathing, rinsing the conditioner from her hair and then rinsing the fragrant suds of the shower gel from the rest of her body. Turning off the showers, she bent from the waist and gathered the long silken strands into her hands, gently squeezing out the excess water and then flipped her head back, sending the mane flying.

Stepping hesitantly to the door, she looked up from lowered lashes to find Him standing with a bath sheet held open to her. 

"Come, little one, let Me dry you," He spoke softly to her. 

Gathering her waning courage, she walked into His arms, feeling them encircle her body with the big, fluffy towel, hugging her close to Him as He slowly patted the water droplets from her. He continued to dry her, covering every inch, lifting her arms, blotting gently against her breasts, belly, until she was completely dry. 

Inhaling deeply the soft fragrance of the shower gel, He spoke, "ironic how a delicious slut like you would love the smell of vanilla so much, little one." 

Tilting her head, she looked up to Him, confused. He simply smiled, "you will soon learn the significance, little one." 

Nodding slowly, still confused, she answered simply, "yes, Master." 

He smiled and kissed her forehead, enjoying the little girl innocence about her.

"Hungry, little one?" He asked. 

"Starving, Master," she replied, smiling up to Him. 

"Well, let's get these snarls out of this hair for you and then we will find some breakfast, little one," He spoke. 

Nodding her head, "yes, Master." 

Finding a comb in the cabinet, He started to gently untangle the snarls. She stood still, wincing every now and then when He found a particularly stubborn snarl. When He had completed, He swatted her on the ass. 

"Let's eat, little one." 

"Yes, Master", she smiled up to Him, adding, "thank You Master." 

He smiled down to her and simply nodded.

Again, as the night before, she was on plush cushion at His feet, her body positioned in a nadu kneel, hands "held in Master's will" behind her back as He fed her a light breakfast consisting of juice, fresh fruit and a toasted bagel. Smiling up to Him, she would flick her tongue lightly against His fingers as she was fed, her shyness slowly starting to fade a bit.

He had intended to start her on a rigorous training schedule, but she was as skittish as a newborn filly and ready to bolt at any time. He changed His mind and decided that it would be better for her in the long run to become accustomed to her new surroundings and to let her shyness slowly dwindle. He didn't want to rush her into anything and then come up against barriers that could have been prevented with a little patience on His part. He would still keep her in training, but taking the small baby steps that she needed to progress and grow. And she was progressing in His eyes. There were only small tantrums now and then and those seemed to be controlled with just a sharp look from Him. The natural submissiveness of her was slowly coming to the surface and He did not want to jeopardize that small part of her that was yearning to be free. The part that was becoming more and more prominent with each hour she had been within His care and possession.

She remained kneeling, observing Him from lowered lashes. He seemed to be deep in thought. Her mind was at peace, all of her in fact. She felt the protectiveness from Him and savored it. She smiled softly to herself, trying to recall a time that she had ever been more peaceful. Looking up to Him again, she found Him smiling down to her. 

His voice was gentle, "you are smiling, little one, why?" 

She smiled softly and shook her head; "it is silly Master." 

"You must learn to share everything with Me, little one. I will decide if it is silly or not. You need to let Me in and share all of your thoughts." 

Blushing softly, she softly answered, "I was just thinking that I couldn't remember a time when I have felt this...tranquil, Master, at peace." 

He smiled down to her, "you will continue to feel that, little one, more and more as time continues." 

She smiled up to Him, arching her back a tiny bit more.

"Today is your day, little one, whatever you wish to do, we will. Within reason, of course, and with My approval," He spoke. 

She beamed up to Him, "anything I wish, Master?" she asked with that telltale little girl exuberance. 

He nodded and smiled, "anything, little one."

"Well, first off, Master, we must visit Lakota, and then I want to go exploring Master," she started rambling. 

"Hold on, little one," He interrupted, "who is 'Lakota'?" 

"The palomino, Master. I named him during my sleep. It is a perfect name, don't You think, Master?" she asked excitedly. 

"Lakota, little one?" He asked. 

"Yes, Master. Lakota is the Native American word for the Sioux Indian tribe, Master. They are a brave and fierce people. And in the Native American language, 'Lakota' is translated as 'friend', Master." 

He smiled, nodding His head "The name fits him, little one. I didn't know you were interested in the Native American culture." 

She smiled to Him and nodded, "yes, Master."

"Hmm, guess you had better get some jeans and boots on if we 'have' to go visit that big ol' brute," He spoke. 

She giggled, seeing that He was teasing with her. Bouncing up to her feet, she rushed to clear the table and tidy the kitchen, her bare feet barely skimming over the floor as she raced around the kitchen. He chuckled as He watched her.

Scampering to Him, she brushed her lips across His cheek, smiling to Him before she threw out her challenge, "race Ya, Master!" 

He caught her before she whirled away, pulling her to His lap, "hmmm, maybe we should just stay in here for the day, little one," He said, a gleam of mischief twinkling in His eye. 

Gasping, she looked up to Him, searching His eyes, "awww, Master... pleasssseeeeeeeeeeeeeee, please, please, please, pleaseee can we go see Lakota? Please Masterrrrrrrr?" she begged. 

He chuckled, watching as she squirmed in His lap, finally He consented, letting her up from His embrace. 

She giggled sliding down from His lap, pulling against His hand in her excitement to hurry Him along, "come on, Master", she urged Him. 

Smiling down to her, He allowed her to literally drag Him back up stairs to the master suite. 

She ran into the walk in closet, her eyes scanning the perfectly organized rows of clothes; jeans, shirts, boots, everything she would need. 

Walking up behind her, His voice startling her, "little one, I will make all of your clothes selections from now on." 

Frowning slightly as she turned to look up to Him, she responded, "uhmm, ok Master." 

Tilting her head slightly to the side, she couldn't help but blurt out, "how come Master?" 

He chuckled, knowing she wasn't being belligerent, but just curious, He answered, "you are Mine now, little one, everything that goes into or on to that body will be decided by Me." 

Satisfied with His answer, she smiled and nodded, "ok, Master, as You wish."

He smiled to her as He pulled a pair of light colored faded blue jeans from the upper shelf, a peach colored western styled shirt and a pair of brown western lace up boots with a high riding type heel. She smiled as He made the selections; they were her favorites. The jeans fit her snuggly, she had never seen the shirt before but the color suited her coloring and the boots she had just gotten broke in so they were comfortable to wear for long durations.

He tossed the jeans and shirts to her as He walked out of the closet, sinking down into the recliner to watch her dress. Looking at the clothes and then looking back to Him, she started to turn back into the closet. 

"Little one?" He asked, stopping her. 

"Yes, Master?" she responded. 

"Why are you going back into the closet. Those are the clothes I've selected for you," He spoke. 

"I need a bra and panties, Master. I was just going to get them is all," she replied. 

"No, you don't need them, little one. Those are the clothes I've selected. When or if there comes a time for undergarments I will give them to you. For today, just the jeans, boots and shirt, you may however, find a pair of socks in the armoire here." He spoke gently, but firmly. 

"Uhmm, yes Master, but," she started say. 

"No buts, little one, now get dressed if you want to see Lakota" He interrupted. 

Nodding, she spoke softly, knowing that she had started to cross another boundary, "yes, Master."

She kept her gaze lowered as she slipped into the shirt, snapping it closed. Padding lightly to the armoire, she smiled hesitantly to Him. He returned her smile, reaching out to grasp her wrist within His large hand, pulling her to Him. 

He pulled her into the space between His thighs as He leaned back in the chair, His voice soft, "I know that this is all new to you, little one, and that you are used to making your own decisions, especially about what you wear. But from now on, My word is law and I won't tolerate being challenged. You will have the final words though, 'yes, Master'. That is all I want to hear from you when I give a direct order. Understood, little one?" 

She peeked up from lowered lashes, nodding, "yes, Master. I understand." 

He smiled to her, "good girl."

Grasping the edges of her shirt, He pulled lightly against it, smiling as the row of snaps gave way under the pressure. Chuckling, He looked up to her face before capturing a nipple with His lips, drawing against it firmly, feeling how it instantly tightened against His tongue. Letting go of it with a pop, He captured the other nipple, biting softly against it until He heard the small whimper and moan come from deep inside her throat. 

Releasing it, He spoke, His voice husky, "you better get dressed, little one, before I decide to keep you tied up in here." 

Moaning softly at the loss of His warm mouth against her puckered nipples, she replied breathlessly, "yes, Master." 

Releasing her, He adjusted His cock, straining at the seams of His jeans, fighting down the urge to take her then and there.

Smiling over her shoulder to Him, she grabbed a pair of socks and hurried to get dressed. Again snapping the shirt and then wiggling into the tight fitting jeans before lacing up the boots. 

When she was completely dressed, she stood, her voice soft, "Master?" 

Smiling, He watched her, twirling His finger to indicate her to turn slowly for Him. 

"Yes, little one?" He responded. 

"Uhmm, what should I do with my hair, Master?" she asked softly. 

He wolf whistled at her as she slowly turned on the ball of one foot, "mmm, those jeans hug every curve of you, little one," He admired. 

She blushed deeply, hearing His whistle and words of praise. 

"Just throw it up into a pony tail, little one," He answered. 

After pulling her long tresses into a high ponytail, they were off, walking down the cobblestone path to the stables. Her small hand nestled into the confines of His larger one. He smiled as He watched her eyes dance with her excitement. Hearing the horse nicker loudly to them, He released her hand, chuckling as she ran the remaining steps to the stable. She was stroking the horse's nose and talking softly to him when He finally reached both the girl and the horse. Reaching into His pocket, He withdrew a pocketknife and a ripe, red apple, carefully cutting wedges for her to feed to her new friend. 

Smiling up to Him as He handed her wedge after wedge of the juicy apple, she spoke softly, "thank You, Master, for bringing Lakota a treat." 

He smiled to her and nodded. 

Before He knew it, she had slipped in between the slats of the fence and was inside the enclosure. 

"Careful, little one. He hasn't been around here long and I don't know his temperament yet," He warned. 

Smiling to Him, as she petted Lakota's neck, "I will, Master, but He is gentle with me...see, Master?" 

"All I see right now is a huge horse and a little girl," He responded, trying to keep His voice light. 

Inside His heart was pounding seeing her so close to the stallion and the stallion suddenly seeming so big. 

"I'll be ok, Master. Lakota won't hurt me." 

He nodded, still feeling a little uneasy, questioning Himself why He had bought that big of a horse to begin with. He continued to study the pair, ready to intervene if necessary. Slipping through the slats of the fence Himself and walked quietly up to the horse, watching as Lakota flicked his ears back and forth, his brown eyes watching the Man. He leaned against the fence a few feet from them and smiled as He saw the horse seem to nestle the girl within his protection. He knew then that the horse would become her protector and was amazed at how quickly the bond had formed between horse and girl.

"I'll be right back, little one," He called to her. 

She turned and smiled to Him, "ok, Master."

He dropped the currycomb and brush He had been carrying, His jaw tensing as He saw her now sitting astride the horse, bareback. He started walking toward her, His strides matching the seething anger seeing her atop the huge beast. He stood in the middle of the enclosure; His anger slowly dissolving as He watched the stallion, noting how the animal seemed to sense she was a novice rider. The horse continued walking slowly around the perimeter of the fence, picking his feet up high and proud, his neck arched and head high, as if showing off to a stadium of spectators instead of just one lone Man standing in the middle of it all. She smiled, her enthusiasm contagious as she saw Him, her Master, standing and watching, noting however, the small tick in His cheek as He clenched His jaws, her first sign she had become familiar with when He was displeased.

Walking Lakota to Him, she smiled hesitantly to Him, her voice soft, "Master, see how gentle Lakota is with me. I wanted to show You, Master. I knew he wouldn't hurt me; he knows that I'm not experienced. I wanted to show You, Master, so that You would know." 

He looked up to her, raising His hand to shield the bright sunlight from His eyes. "I see you, little one, and I also remember the direct command I gave you yesterday about that horse. Do you remember that command, little one?" He spoke firmly. 

Sensing the tension in the air, Lakota pranced lightly, she patted his neck and whispered soft words to calm him. 

"Get down from that horse now, little one," He spoke, trying to keep His voice light so as not to agitate the horse further.

She slid slowly down from the horse, her head just barely high enough to meet the horse's withers. 

"How in the hell did you get up on to him?" He demanded. 

Sensing His anger, her voice faltered, "I walked him to the side of the fence, climbed the fence while I held him and then slid on to his back Master. He stood still for me and let me, Master. He won't hurt me." 




The Journey Ch. 07



Rabbit ran, cursing the weight of the girl the entire time. He had to find his way down to the core, and that meant passing the hydroponics facility.  The place gave him the creeps, even worse than the floor where the geezer ran the show.  Prometheus (or Johnny, Rabbit reminded himself, not willing to credit the bastard with his choice of title) had woken up the hospital wing, the terminal patients, and had them working their final days in slave labour, in order to feed his cronies. Many of them were drugged and drooling, reminiscent of old zombie movies in their movements.  It was the blank stares, and the idiotic repetition of the 'patients' that bothered Rabbit. That and the fact that Michael had been chosen as a host specifically to keep Rabbit in check, and working this exact position, drooling with the rest of them.

He slowed, and set his burden down. He looked up at the catwalks, watching the guards wandering above, bored but still vigilant, and listened to their footsteps as they walked away. He had to hide another hour or so, at least, until the whistle blew for shift change. He hoped none of these poor bastards dropped during the shift, or he'd risk being spotted by the cleanup crew, also armed. He turned to Angel, and slapped her. No response. Another slap, and she moaned, her eyes fluttering.  He was about to slap her again, but she reached up her hand to block and turned her head to avoid it. "I'm up." She muttered thickly. Her tongue was swollen, as she'd bitten it while the electricity flowed through her. "Where are we now?" 

"Shhhhhh…" said Rabbit. "This isn't a place to be caught, that's all you need to know. Keep your head down, and your voice low." He peeked around the corner, and up to the catwalk, hoping to track the movements of the two previously visible guards. One was still visible, but Rabbit wasn't too worried yet about the other. He was likely on the far side by now. He took the risk of straightening, needing to know where the workers were. The closest 'zombie' was three rows down, flipping the switch to moisten the compost heap upon which the crop grew. Mushrooms, large ones. They were the staple food down in the facility, a renewable resource that kept at the very least those that held guns fed. The workers were fed minimally, as they were considered expendable. Most were terminal, and if any of the buggers dropped, they just added to the compost heap, and fed the new crop of mushrooms. They were expendable. 

Rabbit grabbed a handful of the smaller mushrooms, and wrapped them in a fold of his shirt. The dying bastards were not his problem unless they croaked, and even then he would be more concerned with not being spotted than helping any one of them escape this slavery. They were terminal. They worked for the privilege of a few hours in which they could dream of being healthy. It was the way the system worked, nothing more. Unfortunately, for Angela, it was more than a bit disturbing. Rabbit turned to see her standing, fists clenched, jaw working but no sound coming out. She looked about to shout, and he couldn't have that. He grabbed her arm, squeezed hard to get her attention and made a motion as if his mouth had a zipper. He drew her attention up, towards the guard, armed with a Ronin light assault rifle. He drew his thumb across his throat to indicate the danger they were in. "We gotta move out." He whispered. "Down another floor, and we'll be in the prison cryobank. Down there, we can find an unused wing, and get some shut eye. As long as you don't get your panties in a bunch and blow it right here."

 "But...these people. They need help. You can't let this continue...can you? My god, they're all sick, dying. They should be spending their last days in the comfort of their beds, with medical care standing by." Stammered Angela.  "Can't we do something? Anything?" 

Rabbit's eyes narrowed. Whiny bleeding heart. What did she want to do? Kill the guard and liberate these walking corpses? And how many would drop of a heart attack when they were told to run for the exits? How far would they shuffle before men with guns reached them and mowed them and their would-be liberators down? "You tell me what can be done, and if you can show me why you think it's possible, I'll think about it. You've got thirty seconds."

Try as she might, she couldn't think of anything that could be done with the guards up above watching. Tears welled, and she fought them back. This would have been Michael's fate. Rabbit had no reason to lie about that, and it was obvious from the spasmodic movements and the slack jawed appearance of some of some of the workers (slaves! her mind forced her to accept the reality of the situation) that mental incapacity only meant that the tasks given were less complex. It did not mean they were exempt from the work. She reluctantly nodded. "Let's go..." she whispered hoarsely, her throat closing at the thought of abandoning these poor souls. "If we stay any longer, I'm going to scream." 

Rabbit nodded, unconcerned with the discomfort of the girl. He was more concerned with the continued absence of the second guard. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the fellow walking down the catwalk on the far side. He was wiping his hands.  He had likely hit the john on his way around the chamber.  Johnny didn't keep anyone around for their brains, so this wasn't likely to be a subterfuge. He pointed his chin twice, towards one of the aisles that appeared to be empty for the moment, and guided her through the maze, careful to avoid contact with any of the zombified drones.  They had to double back several times, and duck under the hydroponic beds to avoid the eyes of the guards, and those of the less than observant slave workers, who would nonetheless draw attention to them if they were careless. 

These stacked beds were only a part of this floor. The huge chamber had been yet another array of cryochambers, but had malfunctioned long ago. It so happened that this chamber was on the outer edge of the facility and so was embedded into the natural rock outside, enough so that concrete had been deemed unnecessary. This layout had proved useful, as the cryotanks had failed in this section, and the dead bodies of the previous residents had decomposed, giving rise to the first generation of these edible fungi. By drilling and chipping away at the granite walls, dirt had been created to mix with the decomposing flesh to form a rudimentary soil. The process had been refined over the years, bones of deceased former residents ground up and added to the mix. High in nitrates, supposedly. 

Rabbit admired the cold logic of it, but certainly did not want to be one of the poor souls trapped down here, forced to do the dirty work of disposing of their fellows. Johnny's name was a joke. He thought of himself as ensuring the survival of his pitiful band, and his choice of moniker was reflective of that. Prometheus, the thief who gave fire to man, and allowed them to raise themselves above their fellow man. But down here, man was defined as those who were physically whole, and mentally broken enough by braindance to believe what he told them. He had claimed the power of a god, and his ability to move through the electronic systems and the dreams of the residents made him as near to one as was possible. Rabbit,  and by extension Michael, were free of this form of control, but only by escaping the facility altogether would he ever be free of all his influence. 

Hunting for Rabbit was Prometheus' sport. Rabbit had been chased through the system for decades, and caught several dozen times over. This jaunt was the longest he'd been free, at least in physical, real-world time, and ironically it had been a cruel joke by Prometheus that had allowed it to happen. Rabbit smirked at the memory. Rabbit's favourite trick had been to use the minds of the various inmates to hide behind, because unlike electronic code, the human mind was not fully mapped. Though the barriers to communication between the two had been breached by synaptic relays, and sensory stimuli as well as other information could be fed (or bombarded) into the human mind, the deeper recesses of each mind attached to the system could not always be monitored. Hence Rabbit had managed to elude Prometheus within his own precious system for a period of many months...which, in the more rapid transit of information on the network translated into almost a decades worth of searching for the frustrated Prometheus. So Prometheus had decided to use Rabbit's own method's against him, and had allowed Rabbit to think he had slipped the noose again, but had in fact chased and herded him to his choice of vessel. Michael was chosen because of his mental damage, of his supposed incurability. But Prometheus hadn't scouted the territory fully, it seemed, loathe to lock himself within one body for any length of time, when he had a system to run. The process of herding Rabbit and denying him escape paths had taken alot of system ressources, and this had taken it's toll on Prometheus' carefully constructed system. So once Rabbit had been locked away into this less than perfect mind, Prometheus had returned to perform damage control, satisfied to gloat privately over his victory, having cut Rabbit off from his usual source of power and influence. Only one entity controlled the network now, only one entity ran it's highways and byways. Prometheus thought he had won, having delegated Michael (with Rabbit locked away) to the disturbing task of growing mushrooms, grinding dead bodies for plant and fungal fertilizer in these very chambers. 

Rabbit was not to be repressed, however. He knew he'd burned a few bridges by fleeing into this vessel, but he'd also burned a few bridges for Prometheus too. He'd cut several pathways, awakening folk like Geezer, who, now operating independently were as much a thorn in Johnny's side as Rabbit had ever been. And Michael's former skills were becoming more and more accessible. He supposed that Prometheus' choice of vessel had been partly made because of the low impedance jack that Michael connected to the network with. It had made Rabbit optimistic about his direction of flight, and had given Johnny the chance to tighten the noose. But how Johnny had managed to miss Michael's former profession was a mystery to him. Michael had been a netrunner of prodigal skill before his hospitalization. The official reason for his decline had been a seizure of grand mal proportions while driving a vehicle. The accident had caused head trauma, supposedly aggravating the pre-existing condition. The result was a form of autism, with periods of prolonged catatonia. Or so the doctors thought. The case had baffled them too, but they had essentially labelled Michael as a lost cause, and his sister, angry at this decision, hearing the phrase "with currently available treatments" over and over, had decided that if "currently available" was not good enough, then future treatments would have to do, and so had booked her brother into the consumer side of the Green Mile Center. It was these skills, and the hardware installed in Michael's head that had allowed Rabbit some measure of control in this vessel, and that allowed him now to make occasional forays into the system to nudge folk awake that were not necessarily intended by Johnny to be awakened. And now, though he was on the run and hunted more vigorously than before, he'd managed a few victories. Rabbit's hatred of Johnny was such that anything that upset the bastard was a victory. Even if Angela was a liability, and could potentially slow Rabbit down enough to be caught, every hour that they remained free caused Prometheus/Johnny grief, and gave Rabbit a certain bit of cold satisfaction. If it ensured Michael's cooperation, then it was all the more worth it. The only part that concerned Rabbit was the insistence with which Michael had resisted his efforts, and had in so doing risked the both of them, in order to force Rabbit to aid in rescuing his sister. He'd thought Michael completely pliable before that, almost incapable of independent thought. This would bear watching. As would the current situation. They were almost through the maze of hydroponic beds and into the cryogenic prison. Out of the frying pan and into the fire, as they said.

He ducked behind the last row of beds and eased a loose grate off a vent. He'd taken this route before, largely because of it's state of disrepair. If you unscrewed random vents, and left them hanging about, sometimes guards got wise to it.  If the vent had blackened stains, and looked as if it had been at some point blown loose, they tended to disregard it. Rabbit was fairly sure that the going consensus was "if I don't see it, I don't have to fix it." That suited Rabbit just fine. 

Angela followed silently, her face pursed as if sucking on a lemon. So long as she followed, and kept quiet, Rabbit didn't much care how much distaste for the situation she expressed. If she'd spent any time in one of Johnny's more depraved simulations, she'd have seen much worse. That story he'd told about the macramé crazed cyberpsycho had in fact happened.  Fortunately for Angela and Michael/Rabbit, the fellow had proved a little too indiscriminate in his artistic endeavours, and had not been willing to limit himself to those people Prometheus sent his way as punishment/entertainment. Prometheus had sent Spider, Thor and several other  resident psychos to deal with him, and had in fact hung him up in his own art. Rabbit wasn't sure, but he betted the crazed bastard had probably thought it a fitting end. The fellow was dead, and unable to cause any more trouble, but a simulation of him was sometimes used within the network with recalcitrant inmates. His type of depravity, while problematic to Johnny's everyday plans, was still very much useful in a virtual format, and this was but one of the many criminally insane minds that the big bad had to draw from.  Angela had escaped notice thus far, but it would only have been a matter of time till her turn to amuse the masses would have come. She would have been passed around virtually to all of his cronies, used till she either broke completely, and was no longer any fun, or till she proved to have a homicidal instinct strong enough to be found useful to Prometheus. Either way, she'd have been largely unrecognizable to her dear brother, and quite possibly  just as mentally challenged.  

He picked his way through the vents, pausing several times to listen for pursuit, or guards ahead. They passed corridor after corridor; warehouse –sized chambers were left behind them. More people could be seen down here,  many moving as furtively as Rabbit. Ironically, many of these timid people owed their freedom to Rabbit and Michael. But Rabbit didn't blame them in the slightest for their resentful looks or fearful scuttling. After all, if you had not yet been visited by Prometheus, the computer generated simulations were generally fairly pleasant. Being awakened to this maze of horror was not exactly the promise the facility had given to it's customers. Even the prisoners had been  told they could expect better than this. Rabbit didn't give two hoots about them. The 'rats' had simply been released to keep Johnny busy, and to distract him somewhat in the eventuality that Rabbit ever did escape to the physical world. A marvellous bit of foresight on his part. The 'rats' were all scurrying and hiding because every time Rabbit came down to these lower floors, he brought the hunters with him, intentionally or not. They were therefore all more happy to see him leave. Which is why he was very surprised when one of the timid bastards stepped in front of him. 

"Yer not welcome, buddy." The fellow growled. "We're tired of you an' your troublesome friends from above."  This was certainly a new development.  Rabbit tilted his head, and regarded this dirty creature as one would an interestingly coloured beetle.  "I'm just passing through, mate. I'll thank you not to hinder my progress. I have no friends above, or below, if you catch my meaning. I can't help what follows me, and you know it." 

"But follow you they do. And it's we that bear the brunt of it." He made a gesture to the walls around him,  though Rabbit saw no others. He had no doubt they were there, though. This fellow was entirely too confident. 

"You get in my way, you'll get the brunt of it. Think I've stayed alive so long just because of luck and good looks?"  growled Rabbit. This was becoming more than an annoyance. "I'm asking you nicely to move, stranger. You don't know shit about what's going on here. If you want damage control, sweep my tracks behind me,  and scatter.  They'll only kill a few of you."

"That's just it 'friend'. We're handing you over. That way they'll leave us alone.  No more killing. Except you."

"You're wrong. You think they want some sewer dwelling rats delivering what they can't catch themselves? They'll kill you to take credit. Then they'll kill more of you just because they no longer have the reason to keep on chasing after me. With me gone, you're the only vermin left  in this hell hole. Prometheus will hunt you all down.  I'm what keeps the hunters off your backs."

The fellow seemed a little less sure of himself, but straightened. "Alright then...I'll take your argument to the elders, but in return for passage,  I need something of value. The girl. She comes with us." 

"Over my dead body." said Angela, growling.  "I put up with Rabbit because I have to.  I've got no reason to put up with you and yours."  When things went to hell, why was it that men assumed they had the right to claim whatever they wanted?  They always thought themselves higher and mightier in a crisis, just because of a little additional brawn.  Angela was a sick and tired of being a floor mat. That included with Rabbit.  

Rabbit hunched, wincing, holding his head. "Bloody hell, not now."  He muttered. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he dropped to his knees. The spo kesman took a step back and muttered to himself, wondering what new trick was developing.  He stepped forward again annoyed at having been shown to be nervous, and was about to strike when Michaels' childlike voice escaped. "Someone's coming...The door is going to open. Soon....soon." He began to rock back and forth, repeating "The door will open...soon soon."

Angela knelt beside him, and brushed his hair back, looking into his eyes,  vacant though they were. "Hush, Michael...your sister is here. Won't let anything happen to you..."

"Aren't you going to get the door, Sis? They can't wait out there forever."  His eyes were unfocused, however, and it was easy to tell he wasn't looking directly at her. He raised his voice a little, and included the others slipping through the corridors. "The lights tell me they're coming. Big Bad is worried. His kingdom might crumble."  He blinked, and shook his head. "Oh, hi Gee-gee...you bring my paints today?

A lump came to Angela's throat. He hadn't called her that in a while. He hadn't directly addressed her more than a few times since the accident.  "Not today, Mikey...not today..." She said, running a hand along his cheek.  She stood and turned towards the big fellow. "Touch him, I'll kill you." She says, softly, but firmly.

"It's a bit dark down here, Gee-gee. " said Michael. "Where are we going?"

"Central. But first, you come with us.  You and Mr. Split here. No harm, I promise."  Interjected the outspoken guard. "I need to check with our elders before letting you out of our sights. We need to figure out what's happening here." 

"What's happening? You guys are accosting us. That's what's happening." Said Angela, exasperated. She had no desire to go with these fellows, any more than Rabbit had. 

"Not that. We're talking about what's happening here." He points up, over Angela's shoulder. A light is flashing amber. "Mr. Split apparently knows something we don't. He's coming with us, and that's  that. You? You can come along, or stay here...I'm sure there are plenty of folk willing to entertain you in these halls." He sneered a little at the last comment, and signalled. Four dirty, malnourished men came forward, and pounced on Michael, who flailed uselessly, eyes wide and white in fear. "Gee-Gee! Gee-Gee!" he squealed in panic, not liking to be touched at the best of times. Angela started forward, only to have grubby hands grabbing at her as well.  




The Journey Ch. 07



"You seem to have forgotten the direct command I gave you yesterday regarding this certain horse and riding him, haven't you, little one?" He spoke. 

The horse had manipulated his way in between the Man and the girl, as if shielding her from the Man's ire. 

Very softly she responded, "no Master, I didn't forget. I'm sorry, Master that I rode him, Master. I just wanted to show You, Master and I knew You wouldn't let me." 

"Come out from behind that horse, little one," He commanded. 

He knew the horse was protecting her. Taking her by the hand firmly, He started walking toward the barn with her in tow, her steps almost running to keep up with Him. That damned horse keeping up the pace behind them. He wasn't afraid of the horse, but He sensed the horse would do most anything to keep the girl safe. He wasn't about to let the horse come in between Him and the girl's training. 

Dragging her into the barn, He made sure the doors were shut securely and the horse was on the other side. 

"Now, little one, you knew exactly what you were doing when you climbed on top of that horse. You knew that you were defying My direct command. Now you will be punished for that, understood, little one?" He gritted out from clenched teeth. 

Trying to back up a pace, her dark eyes wide, she barely whispered, "yes, Master. I'm sorry." 

"It's too late for your apology, girl." He again gritted out, dragging her to some square bales of hay. He sat down on the bales, His voice booming as He spoke, "unbutton those jeans and drop them to your ankles, slut. Now!!" 

Seeing His obvious anger, she fumbled with the button and zipper, wiggling her hips as she slide the tight jeans down to her ankles. 

"Across my lap, slut!" 

Staring wide eyed at Him, she slowly nodded, "yes, Master", she whispered. She laid herself over His lap, her breath shallow as she attempted once again to apologize. 

"Not another word out of you, slut!" He boomed.

Quickly He tied her hands to a length of rope already tied to a large ring secured in the wall of the barn. 

"I think you need a good ass warming to remind you, slut. My will not yours, slut." He bellowed. 

His hands coming down hard against her upturned ass, accenting each word with another spank. She squirmed against His lap, pulling against the rope, her legs kicking as her ass was sorely abused. Screaming and crying her apology, "I'm sorry, Master, I'm sorry." 

"You'll be sorry alright when you can't sit down for a few days, slut" He gritted out, His large hand continuing to rain down firm swats against her now reddening ass. 

She laid limply against His lap, her fight all but gone as she sobbed pitifully, her voice hoarse, "I'm sorry, Master, I'm sorry", she kept repeating.

Hearing a ruckus outside the barn, His head snapped up, swearing under His breath, "that damn horse!" 

Dumping her off His lap into the soft straw, she lay there still sobbing, His steps striding furiously to the door on the barn. The barn door was being butted against, moving back and forth each time the horse head butted against it. Pushing against the door, the Man struggled to open it outwards. The horse was still butting against it, stomping his feet against the ground. 

"Get the hell out of the way, ya jackass," the Man bellered. 

The horse stopped, backing up, his ears laid back and the Man opened the doors. Pawing at the ground, the horse showed his displeasure. The man marched up to the horse, grabbing the reins and holding the horse's head down to His face. Lakota jerked his head up from the tight grip the Man had on him, snorting. 

The Man kept a firm hold on the reins, His voice low, "you better behave yourself, Lakota, otherwise I will see you on the first truck to the glue factory." 

The horse flicked his ears back and forth, finally blowing into the Man's face, again showing his attitude. 

"Keep it up and you will be seeing the inside of a truck and won't see the girl again, jackass." 

The Man and horse stood, staring at each other until Lakota shook his head, finally calming. "That's better," the Man said softly, gently stroking the horse's nose.

The Man let go of the reins, gently smacking the horse on his rear flank, sending Lakota trotting off toward the end of the corral. Just as He reached the doors of the barn again, He heard a loud whinny. Turning, He saw Lakota rear up, hooves flying in the air. He laughed out loud at the horse's display. Shaking His head, again wondering why in the world He had bought a stallion for her and one so big.

Coming into the barn, He saw her huddled into the corner, her ponytail had come partially out and was now hanging in her face, she was still sniffling softly. Hearing Him, she looked up, her tear stained face smudged with dirt, tears still clinging to long lashes. 

"You didn't hurt him, did You, Master?" she asked softly. 

"No, I didn't hurt him, little one, I just made sure he knew who was boss around here." He answered softly. 

"You aren't going to send him away, are You, Master?" she questioned softly, her dark eyes having turned a deep emerald green from her crying. 

"No, little one, I'm not sending him away, just yet. You are going to have to earn the right to ride him again, little one. I don't give you direct commands just to hear Myself talk, I do it for your protection. Everything I tell you to do or not to do is for a reason to keep you safe from harm. I am very disappointed in you, little girl." He scolded her. 

Her head had sunk lower and lower into her chest, silent tears streaming from her shame and His displeasure in her. Very softly she whispered, "I'm sorry, Master. I'm sorry. I just wanted to show You and make You proud, Master. Please don't be angry with me anymore, it hurts too bad." 

"Where does it hurt, little one?" He questioned her softly. 

Picking her head up, the tears still streaming, she laid a hand on her breast, her voice barely above a whisper, "here, Master." 

He smiled softly to her, picked her up from where she had been huddled and sat her gently on His lap. Talking softly to her, "you are doing well, little one. That is where it should hurt. You need to know that when I give you a command, I'm thinking only of your safety and what will please Me, little one. My will, not yours, little one. And I will always be proud of you as long as you try to do your best and to be pleasing, little one." 

Slowly she nodded her head against His shoulder, her soft whisper floating up to Him, "yes, Master."

"Let's get you cleaned up, little one," He said softly to her, gently thrusting her from His lap. 

Together they walked hand in hand up towards the house.



The Journey Ch. 08



They entered through the front door He stopped, waiting. 

She looked up to Him hesitantly, her voice soft, “Master?” she questioned. 

He looked down her and then looked to the pegs on the wall, giving her an unspoken command. 

“Aren’t we going back outside, Master,” she asked softly. 

“Yes, little one, but you know the rules.” 

“Well that doesn’t make any sense, Master,” she argued. “Why would I take off all my clothes and boots just to put them all back on again to go back outside?” 

He arched an eyebrow at her, His eyes darkening; “need I remind you of the house rules, little one?” He countered. 

Lowering her lashes, she slowly started plucking at the snaps on her shirt, “no, Master,” she answered softly. Mumbling under her breath, “still doesn’t make any sense, but who am I to question.” 

“That’s right, slut, who are you to question? You are My slut, My slave. You do not question; you obey, without hesitation. My will, slut, not yours, slut. Now strip!” He spoke through clenched teeth. 

Reaching out toward her, He ripped the shirt open, “apparently you think that since it is your day, you can do anything you want. That was not the bargain, slut. You will do what I want, when I want and you will not question My authority, slut. Do you hear Me?” He growled, gripping her chin in His large hand, forcing her head back so that she had no other choice but to look up at Him. 

“I think I have been too lenient on you, slut. That is about to change, here and now. Now finish stripping and then upstairs. No arguments, no buts, nothing. Do you hear Me?” He continued to growl. 

Gasping softly with the intensity of His glare on her, she slowly nodded, her voice barely a whisper, “yes, Master.”

Quickly she unlaced the boots, using the bootjack to wrench them off her feet, placing the boots neatly beneath the pegs. Knowing better not to dawdle any more, she wiggled out of the jeans, her hips shimmying as she did so. Again hanging the jeans on one of the pegs and the shirt on another, she slipped off the socks, tucking them into the boots. Chancing a look up to Him, her barefeet couldn’t move fast enough as she sprinted up the stairs, her body trembling. 

She heard His boots heavy against the stone floors as He made His way up the stairs. His breath was heavy as He took deep, cleansing breaths trying to calm His anger some before He punished her. He didn’t believe in punishing when He was this angry. He didn’t want to hurt her in the anger, but she would remember well not to question or toe the line as she had been doing. She would either learn or she would have a perpetual red ass.

“In the shower, slut. Rinse off the dirt and clean yourself up and then into the room with the table. Now!” He growled. 

Jumping with His fierce bellow, she ran into the shower, quickly washing. 

After she had finished, she quickly dried herself, tiptoeing into the room. “Master?”, she whispered hesitantly. 

“On the table, slut, and not another word out of you.” He growled. 

She jumped up on to the table laying back against the stainless steel, arching her back tightly as her warm flesh met the icy cold hardness of the table. 

Striding up to her, He strapped a blindfold around her eyes. “I don’t want to hear a sound out of you, slut, if you do, I will gag you. Understood?” 

“Yes, Master,” she whispered.

After He was satisfied she was completely blindfolded; He tied her wrists and ankles, non-too gently and started flipping switches. Pulling her arms straight back above her head, her legs, splayed wide with her knees bent. And then another switch to lift the table beneath her ass, her hips tilting upward to Him, fully exposing her to His whims.

Roughly pinching and pulling against her nipples, He proceeded to attach clamps to the taut peaks, tightening them until He saw her wince. He had noticed that while He had been attaching the clamps, her back had arched tightly off the table and a small moan had escaped. She had bitten her lower lip to keep from crying out. Next He walked to the cabinet containing an assortment of toys and/or torture devices, however, one wished to look at them.

Taking a soft deer hide flogger from the cabinet, He flexed His wrist, snapping the tails of the flogger. He could see her straining to hear what He was doing. He stood very still at her feet, waiting for her to relax the tenseness from her body.

After several minutes of absolute quiet, she finally started to relax her muscles. He had been waiting for this moment, He snapped the flogger lightly against her open cunt, making her jump. Again and again, He laid the flogger against her, the lips of His cunt swelling and turning a dark pink. Stopping, He laid the flogger down, slowly running His hands along the inside of her thighs. Using His thumbs, He slowly opened the petals of His cunt, the wetness glistening, blowing lightly against her, watching as she shuddered. She hadn’t made a sound in the time He had laid the flogger against her, other than to bite hard against her lower lip. 

Lightly touching against the engorged clit, He chuckled, seeing how it danced against His thumb. 

“Seems you enjoy your punishment, slut,” He spoke. 

Watching as a deep flush stained her chest and face, she turned her head away from Him, refusing to answer. 

Gripping her chin, He growled, “I spoke to you, slut.” 

Trying to jerk from His tight grip, she set her mouth. Squeezing her chin tighter, He waited. 

“You told me You didn’t want to hear a sound come from me,” she responded. 

“Slut, you are testing Me. You won’t win. When I speak to you, I expect an answer, not to be ignored,” He growled. 

“You are hurting me,” she spoke. 

“You will be in a world of hurt if your attitude doesn’t shape up in a real hurry, slut,” He spoke between clenched teeth.

Spinning on His heel, He grabbed the flogger and started laying it against the insides of her thighs. He worked His way up to His cunt and then back down. Working the flogger up and down, leaving no inch of flesh unworked. Once He was satisfied, He laid the flogger against her belly, working it up and down her belly and torso, purposely avoiding her breasts and cunt. He continued to watch her body reactions, noting how she was lifting and twisting, trying to meet the flogger. He switched arms, laying a particularly firm slap of the tails against His cunt, hearing her sharp intake of breath. He worked now between her tits and cunt, applying the tails sharply, the clamps jiggling against her red nipples, increasing her discomfort. All the while she had not made any sound, other than sharp inhales of breath. Her body was writhing, hips bucking to meet the tails of the flogger as they kissed against her now swollen and very sensitive cunt, her juices pooling and running down against her rose bud.

His cock was hard and throbbing, straining against the tight confines of His jeans seeing her splayed out to Him, her body writhing with the abuse, begging for more. He threw the flogger aside, ripping the button of His jeans loose as He pushed them to His ankles. Grabbing her thighs roughly, He plunged His thick, hard cock deep into His tight cunt in one stroke, moaning deeply as He felt her clench her muscles tightly against Him, gripping Him in a velvet vice. 

He removed the clamps, replacing His fingers as He pinched and rolled her nipples, His voice deep and husky, “Whose slut are you?” 

“Yours, Master,” she responded without hesitation. 

“Who owns you? Who owns your body, your mind, your soul, your heart?” He questioned her. 

“You, Master. You, Master. You own me, body, heart, mind and soul, Master,” she responded breathlessly, keeping the muscles of His cunt gripping and clenching, her body undulating beneath Him. 

“Whose cunt is this, slut,” He growled, slapping it. 

“Yours, Master,” she responded. 

“Whose tits and ass are these, slut?” He again growled, mauling the quivering mounds. 

“Yours, Master…Yours,” she breathed. 

“Who do you want to fuck this cunt, slut?” He growled, ramming deeply inside her, His fingers pulling and twisting harshly against the hard nipples. 

“You, Master. Only You, Master…forever, Master,” she cried. 

“Say it, slut. Tell Me how much You want My cock fucking you. Scream it, slut!” He growled. 

“You, Master…. Fuck me, Master. Please, fuck me, Master,” she screamed, her body bucking and writhing. 

He roared, hearing her, His hot cum flooding His cunt, His cock jerking with each spasm, sending His cum deep within her womb. 

“Don’t cum, slut. Don’t you dare cum,” He growled. 

Whimpering, her body lifting and bucking, feeling the fiery flood of His cum shoot deep within her, she bit her lip, trying maintain a tight grip of control over her body, not wanting to disappoint Him again.

Slowly He slid from the tight, hot confines of His cunt, watching as she lifted her hips to Him, fucking the air, hearing her whimper as He withdrew from her. 

“Don’t cum, slut,” He warned her. 

Whimpering, she pleaded pitifully with Him, “please, Master. Please let me cum, Master. I’m sorry. I’ll be good. Please, Master…don’t leave me like this, Master. Please let me cum, Master….pleasseeeeeeeee,” she begged.

Taking up the flogger again, He started to apply it once again to His cunt, watching as she bucked frantically, lifting her hips to meet the stinging tails. He stopped all at once, she whimpered, her body writhing out of control. 

Reaching beneath the table, He brought out two dildos attached to monitoring devices, plunging the first one deep into His cunt. She gasped, feeling the thickness fill her tightness. Lubing the second, He plunged a small dildo deep within her ass, not stopping to work it into the tightness. He body arched, feeling her rose bud stretched. Turning the dildos on, they slowly started moving in and out of her tight orifices. He adjusted the monitoring devices to stop the movement when her body was just at the point of orgasm. Satisfied that the devices were working their magic on her, He stepped up to her, listening to her whimpers as the dildos fucked His ass and cunt. 

He removed the blindfold, tweaking her nipples as she adjusted her vision. He then attached vibrating nipple clamps to the red nipples, watching as she arched her back tightly. 

“Master, please,” she whined. 

“You will stay on this table and think about your behavior, slut,” He spoke. 

“The dildos are monitored so that they will stop automatically when you are just about to orgasm, I have set them on a timer so that they will start again after 20 seconds. I am going to keep you at the edge of orgasm, slut. The nipple clamps will keep My nipples stimulated and add to your agony. You will learn, slut, to behave properly, as you know you should.” He continued. 

“Please, Master…I can’t take it anymore. Please let me cum, please, Master,” she begged, her body writhing, fucking against the dildos, beads of sweat forming on her forehead. 

“You will, slut, you will take it all and more because it pleases Me, slut. My will, not yours, slut,” He spoke harshly. 

Dropping her head back in defeat, her body constantly bucking, squirming and arching, her voice hoarse as she responded softly, “yes, Master.” 

“Good girl,” He spoke softly, brushing the hair from her face. 

“I’m going to leave you here. I won’t be far, but I will be watching, slut. Take it for Me. Take it for your Master, little one.” 

Nodding her head slightly, she whispered, “yes, Master.” 

Before leaving, He turned the vibrating function on, causing the dildos to start humming loudly as they plunged in and out of her. She moaned deeply, the sound ripping from deep in her belly as the new sensations added to her torment. 

He walked out of the room without looking back. He could feel her eyes on Him, could feel their torment and pleading. Whimpering loudly, she looked up at the ceiling, gasping as she saw the mirrors, adding to her humiliation, watching as her body undulated, fucking against the dildos. She didn’t recognize herself, her hair was a mess, her cunt was red, the lips swollen. 

“His cunt,” her subconscious corrected. 

“His cunt,” she whispered.

He had settled into His office, kicking back in a black leather office chair. The row of monitoring displays showing the different parts of the house. His focus was on the monitor showing her continuing to squirm against the table. He lit a cigarette, taking a long drag, exhaling slowly as He watched her torment. He chuckled softly as He watched, her face grimacing as she neared orgasm, her hands pulling tightly against the restraints as she struggled, her scream of frustration as the dildos halted, only to begin again once her body had relaxed slightly.

He let her torment continue over the next 30-45 minutes, watching her, sipping against the stiff drink He had mixed. Seeing her body become more and more fatigued He finally called a halt to the torment.

She didn’t hear the sharp staccato of His boots against the floor as He entered. She was too caught up in the other world that He had taken her too. She did, however, feel the absence of the dildos, her eyes opening, trying to focus as she felt them slide from her body. Her breath was shallow, whimpering with each breath, her dark eyes a dark midnight blue. Removing the vibrating clamps from her nipples, He gently massaged them, feeling her body arch beneath His touch. Moving down to her splayed thighs, He touched lightly against her thighs, slowly stroking, avoiding His cunt. She watched Him, keeping silent, her whimpers still soft inside her now raw throat.

Taking the small hand held sprayer; He proceeded to gently wash His cunt, removing His cum and her nectar that had mingled together. Whimpering softly as she felt the warm spray of water against her over sensitized flesh, she looked up at Him, holding Him in her gaze as He washed her. He looked up to her, noting her obvious change in disposition, the look of tranquility on her face, even though she had yet been allowed to orgasm. 

“She is learning and feeling what it is to be My slave,” He thought to Himself. 

Flipping switches to bring her legs and arms back to a more natural position; He carefully released the bindings. No words had been spoken up to this point. His touch was gentle as He massaged each ankle and wrist, noting the red welts from her pulling against the leather. He continued His soft, soothing touch against her, slowly calming her. Her breathless whimpers fading, her breathing coming more normal and less labored.

He took her hands within His, pulling her up to a sitting position. Sliding His arms beneath her legs, He lifted her against Him, pressing her close to His chest as He carried her to the sitting room. 

Settling her against a mound of pillows on the floor, He spoke softly, “relax here, little one. I’m just going to get you some water.” 

Slowly she picked her head up, her eyes trying to focus on Him, voice hoarse as she whispered, “yes, Master.”

He returned in a few minutes, carrying a tray with fresh fruit and iced water with a wedge of lemon. Setting the tray down on a small table next to her, He lifted her head and helped her sip against the water, tipping the glass back when she tried to gulp it down. 

“Not too much all at once, little one. Just sips for now.” He spoke softly. 

She looked up to Him, nodded, “yes, Master,” she whispered softly. 

He set the glass back to the small tray once she had had her fill, quenching her thirst. He lifted a small piece of fruit from the plate, going to feed her, but noticed her eyes closed, her breath even as she drifted off to sleep. He popped the piece of fruit into His mouth instead, laying down with her, nuzzling her into His arms, softly petting her as she drifted into a deeper, healing sleep. He continued to watch her sleep peacefully, His fingers softly stroking against her silky flesh until He felt His own eyes become heavy. 

Lying back against the pillows, He nestled her more tightly against Him, brushing His lips against her forehead, whispering softly, “My sweet little one.” 

He felt her snuggle closer to Him, hearing, “Master…..,” in her soft little girl voice, bringing a smile to His face, before He too drifted off to sleep.

coming soon: Chapter 9 - a work still in progress



The Journey Ch. 08



Val frowned. "Why privacy? You think I'm going to get in the way? I want in as much as you do."

"Because you might balk at this. Normally, I'd balk at this. And for me to say that means that essentially, you don't want to even guess at what I plan." answered Zeke.

"Why do I have the feeling that I'm going to regret this?"

"Because you're an intelligent fellow and you can sense I'm up to no good."

"Couldn't you just pretend to be a nice guy?"

"I could but I think the teeth kind of negate the image."

Val put up his hands in surrender, and turned back down the hallway. He'd come back in a few, and if he didn't like what he saw, he'd leave. Yeah right. As wary as he was, he wanted to see this place as badly as Zeke. Indeed, this could qualify as a suitable end to his journey. Find other tribes, establish trade, bring word of new ressources, better lands, new knowledge...This was the desired result of any journey undertaken, though for most teens and young adults, this would consist of a visit to a neighboring tribe, perhaps an apprenticeship, and bringing home a new wife. Val had wanted more than simply a place by the fires, though. He'd wanted to join the ranks of the Journeymen, those fabled few who had changed the direction of their people with the knowledge gained in their travels. There had been one in each generation, and each one had sought more then a simple apprenticeship. His ambition was another thing that set him apart from the others of his tribe, aside from being adopted into it.

"You have to learn to blend, Val. People might still be looking for us." 

This his father had told him. He had run because he had been caught teaching grounders, and now, ironically he'd nearly stopped that noble calling altogether in the interest of keeping out of sight. Stopping was what had bothered Val the most. He'd been so proud of his fathers insistence on common humanity and common rights to education and quality of life. He'd thought that running had been a necessary prelude to a bigger task. He'd wanted his father to defy the orbitals, and defy the world, rather then simply join in the squalor. His mother had told him that things would change. They would begin anew, but the extent of his father's teaching thus far had extended to building a well in the village, and pushing the possibilities of growing mushrooms in underground cellars, using manure. For these ideas, his father had been admitted into the tribe. True, these two things had helped quite a bit, but so much more could have been done. So much more would be done if he had any say about it. But first, he had to make it back in one piece, and before that, go back and see what the hell Zeke was up to. 

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Zeke hummed softly to himself as he worked, digging into his backpack. Carefully, he pulled out the rather heavy cones he'd stuffed in his pack at the shuttle, as well as his pocket computer, and some low impedance cables. Putting back one of the warheads, he carefully, opened the hatch upon it, scratching his chin nervously as he looked at the tiny computer. How much time? Five minutes? Ten? He'd have to set it to a time frame the computer could not possibly decode in time. The computer, indeed the facility itself was designed for self-preservation, as well as the protection of its primary objective: it's frozen occupants. If the computer was still operational, it certainly knew they were there. He looked at the massive steel door, and then at the smaller doors to the elevator. A panel at one, a console at the other. He moved to the console, wiping it with his sleeve. No light, no life....maybe it just needed power? He carefully opened the maintenance door beneath, relieved when he saw it didn't need a key. This corridor had probably once been fairly well traveled or patrolled. Sitting in front of this doorway with tools would likely not have been seen as the best strategy for a break in. He saw the problem fairly quickly. Several wires had cracked and split over the years, exposed to heat and cold. The next step had been rust, which had eaten the metal from within . The consoles inside were likely in much better condition, less exposed to seasonal changes than this exterior level.

Walking over to the panel across the hall, by the elevator, he didn't bother with subtlety and simply dug his chitinous claws into the metal covering, and pulled. It popped loose with the grating sound of metal on metal. It was not like the alarms were going to get any more alert. He then ripped out several wires, careful to yank them as close to their respective sockets as possible. These were in better shape. He could work with these. Opening up the warheads, carefully, of course, Zeke attached the cables to the device, and then the malfunctioning terminal. Stretching the cables as far as they could go across the hallway, he then began stripping and tying together the wires torn from the elevator and replacing the damaged ones in the terminal. He yelped as he replaced the last wire, a current of electricity tearing through his arm, making his teeth grind a moment before he managed to fall away from the source. He muttered under his breath and pulled out a small set of plyers with rubber grips from a little case at the front of his pack, and pushed the wire in properly. The terminal began to hum. If the motherboard and chips were in reasonable shape, then he should be back in business. He stood gingerly and exhaled, half expecting a little puff of smoke to escape his lungs, like an old comic book. The screen flickered, but didn't illuminate fully. He hit it, swearing, and was gratified to see it flash into life and then remain steady. He hooked in his pocket computer, and began to type commands, attempting to bypass the console. He had to think back, and think back a long way in order to get anywhere. It was old code, by no means anything as clunky as BASIC, but it was certainly not easy to sift through the options. Luckily his plan wasn't exactly a finesse job. He found the 'Help' icon, and selected it. The screen of his pocket computer flashed briefly, and then a cartoonish face appeared, with a little friendly bubble. 

'How may I be of assistance?', said the bubble. Apparently on the elevator terminal, the display was visual, and not auditory. 

Typing quickly, Zeke answered. "You can offer me complete, unequivocal access to all doors."

'Certainly' answered the icon. 'You must first provide your security clearance and access card. I can see the terminal is in need of repair. If you cannot access with your card, please punch in the code at the back of your card, on the bottom left.'

"Computer, please analyse the device I have connected to your computer, the one which is not transmitting user data." typed Zeke. He smiled as the computer complied, the word "Analyzing" flashing slowly on and off on his pocket computer. The icon returned quickly, the cartoonish face this time displaying a large circular mouth, open as if in fear or alarm. 

'Evacuate immediately, sir, you have brought an explosive device into this facility. I will alert central immediately.' came the icon's reply, but this time the cartoon bubble was jagged and uneven, as when displaying alarm.

Zeke typed again, and quickly "I am an intruder. I brought the device. You have determined yield, no doubt. Please run the scenario if bomb should detonate. You have two minutes to give the access requested. Add the following to your considerations and computations. It is obvious that I have already bypassed some security measures, as you can see. Be aware that this facility has been shut down for numerous years, numerous decades. You have no contact with the outside with which to report this violation. Your responsibility is to protect those within. I will depart peaceably once my business is completed. You may claim that your director is active, but I have seen no evidence of this, hence I am pursuing my legal claim of savage. This facility is now a salvage operation, and thus I have the right to demand control of the facility. I am the authority you seek. If your director indeed is present and has control, he had better prove it by opening the door."

The icon assumed an admonitory frown and shook his finger in a steady, mechanical rhythm. 'The assertion of salvage rights is not accepted. The terrorist act of bringing a weapon of mass destruction into this facility cannot be ignored, however. I am currently verifying that indeed I have no recourse to outside help, and notifying the director. Please stand by.'

Zeke swore under his breath, glad that he was not at a voice terminal, with stress pattern recognition. It didn't make sense. This place was falling apart. It could not be a running, fully functional facility. If it was, they were in deep, deep trouble. Zeke typed quickly.

"Who is the director? Is he in the facility, or outside?" 

'The director is within the facility. His name is not public knowledge. Your access level is yet to be decided. Please stand by.'

Zeke frowned, an idea lurking at the back of his mind, refusing to reveal itself fully. However, he knew that any uncertainty shown here was likely to result in the machine terminating the connection and calling his bluff. The best defense was a good offense, or so they said. Or was it the other way around? He shrugged. Old quotes weren't his forte. Getting results was.

"I will not stand by. You have called me a terrorist, and called me a liar in the same breath. This facility is lost, and is under salvage law. If you would call me a terrorist, then you had better realize quickly that anyone who would use such an argument on a fully functioning facility, under competent direction, is delusional enough to drop the bomb, so to speak. I want you to acknowledge one thing, and one thing only. I am in control here. I have all the clearance I need right in this hallway. Or am I deluded about that?"

The icon bowed his cartoon head slightly in demurral.

'You are indeed not deluded with regards to your 'clearance' sir. While I cannot give you access to my mainframe, nor accept your claim of salvage rights, I can put you in touch with the director. It will be but a moment longer.'

"Do that. Make it quick." Zeke said, breathing a sigh of relief. The computer was taking the threat seriously. He waited as the screen faded, changing to a very retro-looking vid-screen standby screen, featuring a man in strange feathered headdress.

The screen seemed to pixellate, then came back to a dark screen. A simple, blocky green font began to fill the screen, in what looked like old style computer commands. Zeke frowned. He typed very quickly indeed. "Don't try anything fancy. I can set this off manually too. You can't do anything about a hard-wire switch." The text stopped flowing, then began again, a simple question forming. 

"What do you want?"

"I want in, plain and simple. I want to speak to you about this place and what's happened here. The world's gonna be a strange place, and well, I'm gonna drag y'all into it, kicking and screaming. For better or worse, this place is discovered, so you'd better deal with me rather than some corporate honcho who'll want everything instead of just a cut, get me?"

"And you thought a nuclear weapon was the best way to gain good will?"

"Honestly? It's worked wonders for all sorts of diplomatic moves in the past. Besides, it's only a small one." Zeke typed, grinning to himself. "I figured on salvage rights, actually. I didn't figure on anyone alive down there. You must have slept a long while at any rate. I can't imagine you being awake the entire time. Did the system just wake you up?" 

"No. I've been awake quite some time now. Sometimes it feels like a few lifetimes. But I keep myself busy. Come into my parlour, said the spider to the fly. It's been a long time since I had company, and apparently you don't like to be kept waiting."

The text dissappeared, leaving Zeke feeling a little confused. He'd gotten what he'd wanted, hadn't he? However, that reference to spiders sounded vaguely creepy, though he didn't know what it might be from. When gas erupted from the big metal door, and it began to move, he moved back, stuffing his pad back into the backpack, along with the bomb, disabling the timer. 

"Val!" He yelled, the new larger opening creating an odd tinny echo. "We've been invited to dinner! Come on!"