5 comments/ 32086 views/ 17 favorites Frankie's Story By: markelly (I would once again like to thank CambriaRose for her editing of this story. There is no sex in this story and I didn't feel the need to put any in it. I placed it here even though it could also go in at least two other categories. At the moment this story is a one off, I simply wrote it to get it out of my head. I reserve the right to add another chapter to it at a later date if or when the urge takes me.) * Just waking up that morning should have told me enough, the e-mail I got from my niece simply capped off my morning. 'By the time you will have read this I'm sure Mom or Dad would have phoned you to see if I'm there and would have told you what's been going on. I'm ok Uncle Jack, I was at a friend's house for the night cooling off before I come and see you.' I had tried to call her as soon as I had read her mail just as I'm sure she knew that would happen and refuse to pick up. That little bitch can be just as stubborn as me. I suppose that's why we gravitated towards each other. When my brother and his wife got to the point they could no longer control her wild ways, it was left to Shannon and I to take her in and straighten her out. It was my wife who seemed to notice the connection first. When Shannon and I went to see both my brother and Marci at the hospital, we could tell their room from the noise of a screaming baby. The volume increased in decibels as we entered. A very pissed and harassed looking Marci simply handed the crying baby to Shannon who instantly went into mother mode and calmed the baby down some but not by much. My mistake was to let Shannon see me smile at her efforts, that's when she handed Frankie to me and within seconds the child simply stopped crying. Even Marci looked over to see what was going on, both women instantly wanted to know what I had done. All I could do was shrug my shoulders and look at this sweet child, for the first time my niece was in my hands as those cute brown eyes looked back at me. "Your toast Mister, you may not know it but your toast." When I asked Shannon to explain, all she would say was that she looked forward to the next twenty years at how this little girl was going to run rings around me. My wife's prediction seemed to have held some truth. Frankie spent time with us every year over the summer holidays so that my brother and Marci could holiday together. Frankie may not have been a straight-A student and both of her folks always seemed to try to run her life with a rod of iron. But Shannon and I always seemed to be the go to people when Frankie hit a rough patch at school or home, and that's how it seemed to be all through her young life. It just looked like now she had reached adulthood the bonds my brother and his wife had with Frankie were being tested on an almost monthly basis. I phoned them and asked what was going on, only to be told that she was out of control. It was then I lost all semblance of politeness and told Martin to put me on speakerphone. After a short pause I heard the click. "Just what the hell is wrong with you two? How many times do I have to go through this with both you two and Frankie?" It was Marci's turn to speak. "We can't control her anymore, it was bad enough at eighteen but even more so since she turned twenty one, you need to drill into that girl's head and find out what she wants." I sighed; even with Shannon now passed away they both knew I would help. I suppose it would give me something to do since all I'm doing at the moment is having dark thoughts about joining her, and that's not good. Shannon would kill me herself if she ever caught me thinking something remotely as bad as that. "Ok tell me what happened this time? I didn't think you two see much of her anymore now that she moved in with Randy." Marci took control of the conversation from then on. Francine and Randy had another one of their fights where he accused her of cheating on him and she moved back with them. After the 'I told you so' moments were over with she seemed to have settled down once again. "And did she cheat on him?" I just had to interrupt. "Of course not." Marci spat back. I had my doubts but I let her have her moment. Marci then went on to explain that Francine and my brother went over to Randy's, collected her clothes and any other stuff she wanted and moved her back into her old room. Things were fine for the first three months, it was like having their pre-eighteen year old daughter back and then all hell broke loose last night when she blatantly picked a fight with Marci causing a screaming match between them that my brother had to intercede before blood was spilt. This particular aspect of mother and daughter seemed to be a repeat of most of her adult life; it was time to bring things to a head I just wondered if they were both willing to accept the consequences of what I had to do to sort this mess out once and for all. "Marci she's twenty one. She can do what the hell she wants, you know that don't you?" For such a long time there was only silence on the phone, I could only imagine what was going through both their heads, it was then I heard a sniffle and then crying. A shuffling sound and a few mumbled words followed. My brother had obviously moved next to Marci to console her. "Please Jack. You're the only one she will listen to. I know how old she is but she will always be my baby and I need to know she's happy. We all know she isn't and that's hurting me more than the argument we had last night. I'm running out of options, I even suggested we go to therapy together and she damn near screamed the house down." I was sure glad they didn't see me smile at that. "Ok, I want you both to listen to me and listen very carefully. I will get the truth out of her and try my best to sort her out, hell I haven't even got a time scale I can give you until I get to what's going on in Frankie's head. But brother of mine, this is going to cost you and I don't mean in family credits, we could be talking serious dollars here. I aim to make sure she stays out of the loop and that means taking her wheels away from her, and we all know how much she loves that car." I'm not sure whether Marci wanted to thank me or wonder what I was going to do to her little girl. In the end they simply reminded me that she was twenty one once again, (as if I didn't know) and as such the laws of the land did apply to her. I tried to make my laugh sound as sinister as I could before severing the connection between us. Why not, they had to suffer just as much as Frankie and I were going to. They also knew better than to phone back. Working out how long I had left and deciding it wasn't enough, I just got on with making sure that I had everything ready for my niece's arrival. She must have stopped on the way up here because I had most of the things ready before I heard the sounds of that hideous music she likes coming from her car radio moving up the valley. By the time she pulled up I was leaning against the door watching her. For a moment she was defiant, all sunglasses and pout. It was only when she switched the engine off and got out the steam left her, which was difficult to do in that five foot six frame of hers. Francine Alison McManus, or Frankie to Shannon and I, was a true blend of both her mom and dad, she was a younger version of Marci. Her brown hair used to be longer, reaching at one time to the small of her back. It was the last couple of years that she has made sure it was cut to just above her shoulders. That action alone caused a rift between Frankie and Marci, the day she walked back into the house Marci took one look and damn near disowned her. The fallout from that day took months to heal the rift between them. Frankie was insistent that she would never again grow her hair longer than her shoulders despite her mother alternating between ordering her and begging her to grow it once again. She often seemed to bemoan the size of her shoulders I thought they complimented her frame rather well and even reminded her that there were consequences to being a track and field athlete all through school and onto college. But I'm her Uncle so I'm biased on a major scale and once she figured out I was actually complimenting her she seemed to take it well. Her face had a natural beauty that needed little if any make up and when she smiled you just felt happier being around her. Frankie seemed to think it was her eyes that captivated people, when she said that, Shannon instantly looked at me almost pleading with me to say nothing. I kept on my wife's good side and didn't say that the rack and the great ass that she sure as hell inherited from her mother may have helped as well. "They phoned you then?" Nodding my head seemed like the only answer of value at that moment. "Do you want to hear my version?" Shaking my head caught her off balance; I had always listened to both sides before trying to sort out the troubles that brewed between my niece and her mom and dad. "There's no point Frankie, it will just be a variation of the same theme, 'he said she said.' I'm no longer interested." With that I held out my hand and asked her for her car keys. Frankie paused for a moment. This was the keys to her car I was talking about, her baby, hell she had even give it a name, when she used it for the first time I simply shook my head, shrugged my shoulders and walked away, much to my wife's amusement. I'm sure that nothing that had happened so far was going according to whatever plan she had in her head. After shrugging her shoulders she reluctantly placed them in my hand and waited. "We're not going to keep going round and round over this Frankie so I'm going to offer you a choice and I strongly urge you to think hard on both options I'm about to give you." Frankie's defense mechanism has always been to cross her arms, she was half way there when she stopped and placed her arms once again by her side. The small nod of her head that followed let me know she was at least willing to listen. We both walked into the kitchen, Frankie sat and waited while I made us both a drink. She had her hands around her cup almost instantly and inwardly I smiled at that cute habit she had of always doing that, regardless of how hot or cold the drink was. "I'm old, Frankie, and I'm tired. It seems that every few months to a year we keep coming back to this very point. At eighteen for some reason you got a bug up your ass and no one, especially you, have been able to shake it. This shit has got to stop Frankie. Shannon's no longer here to help me so it's left to me to sort this out once and for all." With that I stood and picked up the tape machine and returned to the kitchen table switched it on so she could listen to the conversation I had with her mom and dad. She flinched when she heard Marci suggest therapy for them both. I tossed her car keys onto the table, they skidded to a stop inches from her hand. "There are your keys. Get up, go home and sort your own shit out and don't bother coming back here to hide, it's become way beyond old and its not going to happen anymore." For such a long time Frankie simply looked at her keys before saying. "What's the second option?" This time I leaned across the table, Frankie's eyes grew wider as I drew closer to her. "We are going to strip this bare and if I have to pull every day since your eighteenth birthday out of you to get to the crux of the matter I will. You don't get a say anymore, Frankie. You're here and you stay here until I say you can go. Hell, you don't even get to have a crap unless you ask me first." She opened her mouth, her eyes gave away what she was about to say. I just got there first. "And I don't give a damn that you're twenty one Frankie. If you want to do what you want then there are your keys and don't let the door hit you on the ass on the way out." I thought I saw fear in her eyes; it was so fleeting that I may have been wrong. Then she did the one thing that I both admired her for and yet felt sorry for her as well, she picked up her car keys, paused for just a moment and handed them to me. I took them, stepped away from the table and stuck them in my pocket. "Go take a shower, the clothes you're going to wear while you're here will be on your bed when you're done. Things are going to change around here Frankie and trust me, you're going to hate every single minute of it." Just for a moment I did wonder if she was having second thoughts, instead her lips came together and her face seemed to harden slightly before she just nodded her head and got up and left to shower. I was busy while she was away. They say shock value is a harsh look at reality, I just wondered if Frankie would finally tell me what was going on in that head of hers. I so missed my wife at times like this. Thankfully, I was just coming back into the cabin when I heard the shower finish, the scream from Frankie came a few minutes later. It took another few minutes of hearing her going through all the drawers and the sound as she slammed one after another closed in her room and then silence prevailed. It took another couple of minutes for her to dress before she came out of her room in shorts and a tee shirt a towel around her hair. She got to the center of the day room before she said. "Where are the rest of my clothes? Even the ones I always leave here are gone." Her eyes looked beyond me and out of the window. "What have you done with my car?" I sat down first before I answered, Frankie went to the window and looked around the clearing, her car was gone and just about all of her clothes as well. It was time to set the ground rules and perhaps this one moment was going to be a tipping point for my niece. Was she going to see this through or run for it, either way I had to make sure she knew the consequences of her actions. "Your car and your clothes are in the barn. You see that key hanging next to the sink? That opens the barn door. If you remove that key you and I are done. I can't help you Frankie because you're not willing to help yourself. I made sure there are seven tee shirts and seven shorts in your room, when they get dirty you wash them, those clothes you're wearing are all you're getting, other than a bathing costume if you wish to use the hot tub." "But you didn't even leave me any bras or panties. I can't even find any shoes either, am I supposed to walk around here barefoot?" I snorted at that before saying. "You've walked around here barefoot since we bought the place. As for your underwear I told you we are going to strip this bare and I meant it, you have tee shirts and shorts so its not as if your going to get cold, just stop your whining. You know where the key to your car is if your not comfortable being here anymore." It was only then I looked more closely at Frankie and damn near went orbital. She had tied the tee shirt into a knot under her tits exposing her stomach. I wasn't too impressed with the jewelry hanging from her navel; Frankie noticed what I was looking at and went very pale. "You can get the ironmongery out of your body as well, any other surprises I need to know about?" Frankie looked down at her navel and for a long time silence prevailed. It truly felt like the calm before the storm. Frankie was taking her time, thinking about the consequences of what she was about to tell me. Then she mumbled something, I heard it but I simply couldn't believe I heard it. Slowly rising from my chair, Frankie caught the movement out of the corner of her eye and looked up as I took a step towards her, that girl must have read the intentions I had clear across the room. She took a step back shaking her head at the same time. "I will go to my room and take it all out I promise." "You had better girl or so help me I will stand you naked in the middle of this room and do it myself. What in the hell possessed you to get your pussy pierced? Never mind. That's going to be a topic for later, stand there and don't move." She opened her mouth to explain. I just shook my head and went into the kitchen, quickly finding what I was looking for I came back and placed a small pair of wire cutters, a bottle of antiseptic and some cotton wool in her hands and pointed to her room, not really wanting to say anything else for now. She was halfway across the room before something occurred to me, it was then I realized I had to find out. "Frankie." She stopped, her shoulders slumped. I think she knew what I was going to ask. Her head turned to look at me; the tears had already welled up in her eyes. "Tattoo's?" Once again her mouth opened only to shut again and then nodded her head. "I don't even know who you are anymore, do I? There was a time you would have talked to your folks or even me about all this. Show me." For such a long time she simply stared at me, the tears trickled down her cheeks unchecked. I remained silent, watching and waiting. This wasn't a battle of wills. Frankie just needed a moment to compose herself. She placed the cutters and bottle down on the book shelf next to her and undid the knot and with her back to me she pulled her tee shirt up and over her head. Frankie held the tee shirt against her tits while for the first time I got to see the tattoo that adorned almost the top half of her back. What I saw damn near broke my heart, my legs felt weak and I had to hold onto the back of the chair to support myself. Frankie just kept looking ahead, I could tell by the movement of her shoulders that she was quietly crying to herself. We both needed space and time to regroup for what was going to come from all this. "Goodnight Frankie." Those two words seem to break the spell between us. I sat on the arm of the chair too dazed to do much else really. Frankie grabbed the cutters and bottle and ran into her room as if the hounds of hell were chasing after her. ******* The storm outside that night lit up the bedroom, rain slammed against the window. I was used to this weather and most nights would have even slept through it, yet every time the lighting flashed outside all it did was highlight the image I had seen on Frankie's back. All the intricate details were there, I should know, a smaller version was on my left shoulder blade. It answered the question of why Frankie wanted to know where I got it done when she had seen it on me I suppose. As the storm finally seemed to settle over the top of the cabin and set about dumping every last rain drop onto the roof, the inevitable click and opening of my bedroom door closely followed by Frankie rushing to my bed. Storms she could handle but Frankie had always been afraid of lightning, before I could even say anything she was already in bed, cold and shaking with genuine fear. Tentatively she snuggled in close, this had happened many times when she was here. Normally Shannon was here to comfort her, all I did was move over to make room for her as she used to snuggle into my wife. When she figured I wasn't going to toss her ass out, she got herself comfortable. It must have been a good ten minutes before she finally stopped shaking. Even with the thunder and lightning rattling the windows she didn't seem to be afraid anymore. I heard Frankie say. "Thank you." She was almost curled up into a ball under my chin, it was only when I went to pat her back to reassure her that I found out she was naked, or at least the top half anyway, the thought that she may even be totally naked and in my bed didn't bare thinking about. This did not bode well, I knew she slept naked and with the storm driving her in here at the speed of a gazelle, it didn't take the IQ of a rocket scientist to realize that in her haste she simply forgot. Rolling away from her woke her, she looked at me when I got out of bed, and walked over to one of my own drawers and pulled out a tee shirt and tossed it on the bed next to her I sat on the bed with my back to her. The rustling sounds from behind me told me all I needed to know, when it stopped I got back in and she snuggled into me once again just as more lightning passed over us. She flinched and tried as best she could to get even closer. Frankie's Story Ch. 02 For such a long time all I could do was sit and watch this extraordinary woman as she knelt in front of me. Her eyes glued to my chest not moving a muscle. I shook my head to remove myself from this trance and got up from my seat. I passed my niece and attempted to hide my thoughts, then told her to go to bed. I had loved Shannon with all my heart, but as I lay in bed watching the ceiling that evening, all I wanted to do was strangle her for putting me in this position. I understood she had been caught by Frankie and had to tell her something to stop her calling in the police, but she must have known what was happening to Frankie. She gave our niece her own collar for heaven's sake! As my brain finally succumbed to tiredness and started to switch itself off, my last thought was of my brother and his wife, and what I was going to tell them. Frankie was already up when I came into the kitchen. Her naked form was new to me. I had seen her in bathing costumes for the hot tub and a few times in a bikini when Shannon and I went to parties at my brother's place. But this was Frankie in the suit she was born in and uncovered for me. Youth still held Frankie's breasts firm and in place, more than a handful may be wasted, but it sure wasn't wasted on her body. Given the women I had seen naked, I had never seen nipples so thick with the potential to be wondrously long with almost strawberry red aureoles. The curiosity to see how long they would be when erect must have been something primeval within me. The landing strip of hair on her pubic bone was trimmed back so much that the only reason you noticed it was because it was dark as the hair on her head. The collar all too familiar and fitted Frankie as well as it fitted Shannon. I hadn't heard one word from her since she had put her collar on. There were still too many unanswered questions pounding at my thoughts, wanting to know the answers. I needed to know more before I could make any form of decision. I smiled to myself as I thought I understood why Frankie came to me in the first place, and possibly her agenda behind it all. She wanted me to get to the bottom of what was on her mind, before I sorted out her return to her folks. With breakfast over and the kitchen cleaned, we headed for the porch. Even as I sat, she knelt on the decking next to me. It seems Frankie took her role in this very seriously. "There was a tipping point in your relationship with Randy. What was it?" For such a long while Frankie simply knelt next to me saying nothing, my mouth opened to repeat my question, then she finally spoke up. "Randy took me to a dungeon up state. He told me that we were only going to look around, but he lied. He led me into a room and introduced me to two masters and two mistresses then told me for the duration of our stay, I was to do each and every one of them, for as long as they wanted me." Even as I watched her, a great sadness came to her as she recounted that evening. A tear wound its way down her cheek as she recounted her tale. Randy went and sat in a chair; both men held her down as both women took turns with her, using a strap-on. Once they were done, it was plain to see that from then on, she no longer needed to be restrained. For the next three hours, each and every hole that Frankie had in her body was used. It seems that when they were done and had left, Randy got up out of his chair and said that he just wanted to see how he would feel watching her do all four of them. He said that he may not tell her to do it again, but then again, he may do. My heart went out to her. Randy clearly didn't know anything about the gift that my niece had given him. It was also clear to see that she was close to slipping into a funk over the memories that this sorry tale had given her. It was time to move her on from this. "You are a slave; you were there to do as you were told." For the first time that morning her head came up and her eyes bored deep into me. "I'm a slave by choice. That doesn't make me anyone's whore. I noticed while all this was going on, not once did any of their own slaves come in to share the load. For three hours I was used as nothing more than a free ride for his friends. I knew then, that he could never again have my respect or loyalty." Just shrugging my shoulders seemed to incite her a great deal and what I said next, damn near made her apoplectic. "Never the less, you gave yourself to Randy. You were his to do with as he see fit, you don't get a say in the matter. As Randy's property, you do as you are told." "If you had tried the same stunt with Aunt Shannon she would have stuck a knife in you the next time you slept together!" That made me chuckle and nod my head in agreement, it also brought a smile to Frankie's lips and lightened her spirit. "Yes, when I met Shannon and we clicked so quickly, we never needed anyone but each other. Oh, we did stuff that would give you nightmares young lady, but the trust between us was total. What we did, or in most cases, what I did to her, we did because we wanted too, knowing we would remain exclusive." For such a long time I simply sat and enjoyed the silence. Finally Frankie's fidgeting became too much and I walked into the cabin. Coming out once again with a rug and tossing it on the decking next to her. She looked up at me slightly confused. "The decking can be hard on the knees I know. Put that on the deck and kneel on that." Frankie nodded her head once and did as instructed. Even then I waited another hour before she said what I knew was coming. "I know I can do this. I thought Randy was a younger version of you. How wrong was I? Please give me a chance to prove I can do this." It took me so long to answer, even Frankie moved her gaze from my chest to my face awaiting my decision. "You're my niece, we can't do this. Hell, I shouldn't even be seeing you naked like this, you're too young and you would break." Her eyes never left me, her cheeks flushed for a moment and she bit down on her bottom lip. I was expecting a response, just not the one I got. "That's a damn lie and we both know it. Aunt Shannon taught me to compartmentalize my life; I can be your slave within the confines of this cabin or even the valley and when I'm clothed I can be your niece. As for my age you son of a bitch, you first took Aunt Shannon when she was twenty." The urge to drag her into the play room by her hair and remind her of her lack of manners was close to overwhelming. Even when I looked into her eyes she refused to back down. Her cheeks once again flushed slightly, but she kept her stare firmly on me. Even when I leaned down and rested my elbows on my legs, her eyes followed me. "You know your outburst could cost you everything? Not even Shannon had dared to go where you are now." So many emotions crossed her face. She even started to shake, but then her mind took back the control of her body. Her upper body leaned forward and her hands rested on the decking. As her forehead rested on the back of her hands, her body seemed to totally relax. She was in a submissive pose simply waiting for me to decide what to do with her, given her outburst. I let her stay that way until I could calm myself. I even found my fingers had automatically entwined themselves in her hair. For a second her body seemed to stiffen slightly, perhaps expecting retribution for her outburst, but I wasn't sure. With the tattoo on her back now in full view, my heart saddened. Were we truly two lost souls? If I took Frankie down the path she seems to want to rush head long into, would I be damned? The question that never left my thoughts was always the same. If I did as Frankie wished and I suspect what Shannon had made possible, would I be doing it for Frankie, myself or both of us? "It would be pointless telling you to put a costume on because we are going into the hot tub, wouldn't it?" Frankie didn't answer, although the quiet little giggle gave her away. She quickly checked herself and became silent once again. After telling her to start the hot tub and that I would join her shortly, I stood and left her. Frankie was knelt by the tub waiting for me, once again her eyes went no higher than my chest and the fact I was wearing shorts wasn't lost on her. I got in and told her to join me. At least I waited until she was comfortable before I hit her with the news. "We need time apart." Frankie's eyes shot to mine and her mouth opened to say something. I merely waved her to silence. "I'm becoming annoyed with your lack of respect. Even before yesterday you never treated me with this much lack of respect and it has to stop." Her mouth closed and she nodded her head once, then brought her eyes back to my chest. "We both know why you are acting as you are towards your folks. In your mind you are burning your bridges with them so you can come here to me. This isn't going to happen. They are your parents therefore will be given respect. We need time apart since it was you that ambushed me with all this." It was the look of great sadness that crossed her face that pulled so hard on my heart. I placed my hand under her chin so she would look directly at me. The tears in her eyes were on the tip of welling up within her. "Answer me this right here, right now. Do you want this? Do you really want this? You must understand that once you cross this path, turning back will hurt even more." She nodded and smiled that thousand watt smile of hers. "More than anything, I can do this, I know I can. The outbursts you have seen from me have been nothing more than fear you will reject me. I simply don't know what I will do if that happens." "You are my niece. We shouldn't even be having this conversation, let alone be in a hot tub with you sat naked beside me." Frankie vigorously shook her head. "Aunt Shannon taught me to compartmentalize. As I see you at this moment, you are my Master and I am your slave." She waved her hand around the hot tub and then extended it outwards before speaking. "Here, I am yours to use as you please. As any slave should be used. It's only out there that I'm your niece and even then, you will never have anything more than my total respect. This body is yours to do with as you wish. It is the body of a slave and in here, that slave is a woman. It's only out there I am your niece. We can make this work, I know we can." Even as I let what Frankie said sink in, there was more to be said. I just didn't realize it would be from her. "Please may I speak?" Instantly I looked at her, something had changed about her, something in her eyes. I had first looked into those same eyes at the hospital, but once where there was a screaming child, there was now a three day old looking so intently at me, just as she was now. Eventually, I nodded my head, her words practically rushed from her mouth. "You taught Aunt Shannon to compartmentalize her life and she used that skill to great effect when she was visiting her folks and us, all through her everyday life. Had I not come to the cabin that day and seen the bruises on her, I never would have known of either of your involvement in this lifestyle. I had a good teacher and she taught me so much. Please let me bring into practice all that Aunt Shannon has taught me." The pause as her words sunk in was only momentary. "There is one other thing. You taught Aunt Shannon well, but aren't you forgetting your own teachings. I know we can do this because I can compartmentalize my life, to serve you, to be your slave and also be your niece at any other time. But can you see me as anything other than your niece? Can you compartmentalize us as you did with Aunt Shannon?" Even as my mind absorbed all Frankie had said, I knew she was fighting me with her own logical take on the situation, the challenge didn't go unnoticed either. I motioned her to move over onto my lap, the thousand watt smile didn't go unnoticed when she slide onto my lap and tried to curl as much of herself into me as she could. "Tomorrow you're going home to your folks." Her mouth opened to protest before she realized I was waiting for her to do just that. Then she closed her mouth and nodded her head, resigning herself to keeping her own council until I had finished. "In four days I have to leave for a two week round of seminars. You are going home to repair the damage you have done with your folks, if you have to crawl over broken glass to do this, then make it happen. They love you unconditionally so your first task is to mend the fences Frankie." She nodded her head before saying. "I will obey." "You also know the tests that are coming don't you?" Again she nodded her head and said. "Yes I do. Aunt Shannon told me what you did to her before she earned her collar." I felt her hand move to that same collar she now had around her neck. "In a month we will see if this lifestyle is really what you want. A month from today you will return. Park your car in the barn, and keep the clothes you will have packed to come here in the trunk. From then on you won't see any clothes until you leave. Is that understood?" She nodded her head. I ignored her, I wanted to hear it from her lips. "I will obey." It was now time to hit her sideways. "Oh and Frankie, when you get here you will be given a safe word and you will be shared. By how many will be my choice. This is my life Frankie, welcome to my world. I do truly hope you understand what you're letting yourself in for." ******* I watched and even waved Frankie goodbye the next morning. Sleeping with her in my bed without either thunder or lightning was a strange event. I didn't touch her and other than spoon into me so she was snug, she never touched me. But it must have been the soundest sleep either of us had for some time because we both slept passed out usual waking time. It was Marci that phoned me a few days later. I was just getting ready to leave when she rang; I even had to put my bag down to answer the phone, which was how close she had come to missing me. She instantly thanked me for sorting Francine out and they were all going to dinner as the golf club later that evening. "I don't know what you do Jack but she is back to normal once again and I would like to thank you so much." "She's a great kid Marci, just treat her right and she will always shine around you and Mark." "Oh I will Jack, we even went on a bonding stroke shopping trip today and bumped into Melanie Fairfax and she couldn't believe how well Francine looked. Her time with you sure made her glow, Melanie was talking about bringing Carlson to the golf club with her as well. It would be nice to see her settled don't you think Jack?" Boy was I thankful she didn't see me shake my head. "Marci you have got to stop trying to run that girls life. Hell, she has only just gotten free from Randy; don't start making plans for her yet. Let the girl breath." It was blatantly obvious my words fell of stony ground so I just let her babble on for a minute more before I told her I had to leave. Although I got the odd update from Marci while I was away, they all seemed to centre on Frankie being pushed towards Carlson Fairfax. Marci just couldn't seem to help herself, the trouble was that I felt partly responsible for what was going on. I had sent Frankie back to her folks on the understanding that she was to rebuild her relationship with them. But my niece was steadily being pushed towards something that her heart simply wasn't in. My trip had now been extended by a few days so it meant I was still going to be on the road for another ten days. To make it worse, the calls from Marci continued and made me feel that too much pressure was being heaped onto Frankie and would result in undoing everything that I had done so far. It was time for me to speed things up and part of doing that would be to ease the pressure on my niece. The phone rang six times before it was answered. "Hello?" Since it was now four in the morning her time it was understandable that one word was all I got from her. "Good morning Red." "Jack? Damn your eyes! Don't you ever get any sleep? Do you know what time it is?" Ignoring her comment I went straight to it. "It's time to play Red. It's time to put those close protection skills courses into effect. I need you at my place no later than three the day after tomorrow. Can you make it?" The pause as she checked first before answering was predictable. "Yes I can make that. Who am I looking after?" "Frankie." This time the pause was a lot longer. "You have got to be shitting me. I hope you know what your doing?" "I have no choice in the matter; her folks are making her life a living nightmare. I need her away from them and you to run interference if needed. Oh and Red, sit and listen to her, she wants what you are and Shannon was." My second call was easier. "Hello Frankie." I heard the rustle as she made herself more alert. "Hello Uncle Jack." "Your mom is placing a great deal of stress in your way. Do you wish to be removed from this stress?" My heart went out to her as she burst into tears on the phone. I waited until she had calmed enough for me to continue. Frankie got there first. "I'm sorry Uncle Jack, I've tried truly I have. But I'm having trouble keeping to your wishes. I am trying so hard to repair the damage that I did with my family but it seems Mom and Mrs Fairfax are hell bent on marrying me off. I told you I would obey, but I'm struggling. I can't fail you over this." "You have done everything I have asked of you Frankie. It's not up to your folks to choose your life partner, that's your job. As of today you work for my company, your resume was sent to them yesterday, all you have to do is go into the office to sign some papers. They are expecting you no later than ten this morning. Once you have done that, you will go to Cassandra's for the night and then go to my place the day after." The relief in her voice reached me all those miles away. "I will obey." "Frankie, you are not to be there before three in the afternoon and you will not be alone. I'm still on the road so I can't be there for another ten days. What your folks are doing means I have had to take steps to protect you. Other than telling your folks that you have a job interview, you will tell them nothing." "Thank you Uncle Jack." Mrs Gillins in the personnel department reported that Frankie was camped out by her door before nine that morning. With pleasant surprise in her voice, she also said that even through a whole day of induction interviews and paperwork, my niece never stopped smiling. I told Mrs Gillins that I wouldn't know what I would do without her and once again thanked her before I put the phone down. Turning my thoughts back to my work again sure made the days go faster. I received the odd call from Marci over the next couple of days and she continued to vent her great displeasure that the company I worked for had poached Frankie and had already put her to work. At this moment she was on a two week seminar, I don't even know if Marci knew about that! The urge to stick it to her became too tempting not to say something, so I reminded her that she graduated seventh in her class and any company would want her on their pay roll. It was then of course that I asked her about Carlson Fairfax. I shouldn't have been too amazed at how quickly she changed the subject. ******* Both the girls were knelt on the porch watching me as I pulled up and once I told them both to stand, I noticed they were both dressed in t-shirts and shorts. We hugged both individually and then together, in amongst this I noticed the wonderful smells coming from the kitchen, which I was so thankful for. We adjourned there and ate before I could be bothered with pleasantries. It also didn't escape my niece's attention when I noticed the unlocked room in the corner and that everything inside was spotlessly clean. Frankie's Story Ch. 02 "You were to look out for Frankie and keep her company. Why is the play room open?" Red was quick to reply. "I kept her occupied with work. We cleaned the play room and every room in the place." "You told her about yourself?" "No. that is for you to do, all that I am is as much as you tell her. She understood my reluctance to talk about myself until you had returned, so we talked of general things and I made sure we both kept occupied until you returned." I nodded and thanked her before turning my attention towards Frankie. "The predicament I placed you in with your folks was unforeseen and I had to adjust everything very quickly. Being employed by my company makes life easier for you now. The job is real and you are employed for however long you wish to be." Frankie simply nodded her head and once again waited. "Red is one thing and many things. I understand that means little to you but that is who she is and I love her because of it." Her head lifted to look at me and then adjusted her line of site slightly to take in Red's reaction. She blushed. "Red. Clothes?" Frankie continued to watch the woman next to her as she pulled air into her lungs to both calm herself and answer the question posed to her. "I was made aware of your request that Frankie was to be naked. However, that was before I was sent here at your request. You gave no indication on how you wished me to be so I took it upon myself to keep us clothed until you decide on both of us and not just one of us." My gaze once again turned to Frankie who seemed to flinch slightly expecting the worst. "Do you see how her mind works Frankie? Red does not go by blind faith in anything, she wears a collar and I could take her into the play room for the next three weeks and use every piece of equipment there is on her and she will smile through the entirety. I could tie her to my bed and use her until every hole in her body is too sore to ever use again and she will still smile." "But if I where to use her in a sadistic manner or one that will not give both of us pleasure. Then that smile will still be there when she places her hands around my neck and squeezes the life out of me." Frankie's face was one of total shock, even when she turned her gaze to Red and looked at her closely, she watched fascinated as her stature seemed to grow in the room. It was then that we both heard just two words from Red. "Damn straight..." "Frankie. Red is the only person I had ever shared Shannon with. Red is also the only person I thought to turn to when I decided to move you away from your folks. It's between Red and I to teach you what you wish to know. Some of course will be things that Shannon taught you, the rest will be us." I started to fear that I was overwhelming Frankie with to much information all at once. So I sent both girls to the spare room to undress and collar up and then return to me. They both found me in the play room, as my eyes scanned the room, my mind provoked memories of fond times here, even though I hadn't been here since just before Shannon's death. Without even looking behind me I knew what I would see. Both girls would be knelt side by side two foot inside the room and one side of the door. "You still have your old job Red? Not killed anyone yet I hope?" "Yes Master. I do my best, but I seemed to have taught them all to well." We both giggled and I turned and looked at them both. The contrast between them was almost total, Red had an inch in height on Frankie but broader shoulders. Frankie was a C-cup and I knew for a fact that Red was the middle ground between a B and a C-cup, and through her work, her body was much more toned than Frankie's. Of course where Frankie still had that strip of pubic hair, Red was perfectly smooth thanks to laser surgery. The biggest contrast was of course their hair. Red did actually take after the name everyone used on her since birth. Her real name was Maureen, when she was old enough to realize she hated it, she used the nickname everyone used due to the shocking red hair on her head. A gift from her fathers Irish side of the family which always seemed to bleed over only onto the women of each generation. I told Frankie that Red had her own company and she worked in Hollywood as a fitness trainer, amongst other things. We then talked about a fitness regime for Frankie that she could do after work. Both were to go into town in the morning and sort out a running kit, sports bras and good trainers. Even as we talked Frankie seemed a little uncomfortable that we were talking about her and not to her what so ever but it was obvious that my next question made her regret getting caught. "Frankie how many lovers have you had since you lost your virginity?" My niece shot a look at me, her mouth opened in shock and her face just seemed to drain of blood. "I... I..." My niece stammered. Finally I said. "Red Explain." "Master needs to know how used Masters Pussy is, so he can adjust what he can do without causing his Pussy any damage." The pause as they both looked at each other, simply reinforcing not only what she had said, but also what she was about to say. "This question will also tell Master how promiscuous you have been since you gave up your virginity." I suppose now was going to be a turning point for both of us. Red knew what was coming and adjusted her own seated position so that she was no longer next to Frankie, but at an angel looking towards the side of her. Even as I walked towards her and motioned her to stand, Frankie was on her feet in an instant. There was no warning; I simply slapped Frankie across the tits with my hand. The sound made both the girls wince, Frankie for her part, took it better than I expected. Walking deeper into the play room I motioned Frankie to follow. I knew Red would be behind her. I stood against the table and pointed to the spot I wished her to stand, and she obediently stopped. Pulling a couple of drawers open I found what I needed and went back to both of them holding out my hand as I did. "You know what this is?" Frankie nodded immediately and then said. "It's a butt plug." Tossing it to Red who caught it with ease I took a step closer to Frankie. "That's going in you and Red is going to put it there. It only comes out when you need to use the bathroom and you will then clean it and put it back yourself. It will stay in you until you both come back from your shopping trip tomorrow." The nod of her head and the slump of her shoulder told me so much. The tear that slowly ran down her cheek wasn't expected, but it did let me know that she now realized that simply calling me Master and wearing a collar she hadn't earned, didn't actually make her a slave. ******* The door to the shower slid open and quickly closed again. The soapy hands massaged my back and came as a welcome relief to me. "It's in her and I left her crying in her room. I have a question, you asked me to come here and look after her and protect her until you got here. Do I need to protect her from you as well?" I shook my head and placed my hands on the tiles and Red set about adding more soap to my back whilst working her magical fingers into the tension that had beset me the last couple of days. "It was easier with Shannon and then you. We had compartmentalized our lives so well that not even my family knew of our lifestyle. Even when you, Shannon's room-mate, figured it out and wanted to be involved, our happy threesome kept to ourselves and we had no need for others." My voice caught in my throat only to be replaced with a slow groan as Red seemed to have found just that right spot and concentrated on it to great effect. Closing my eyes and looking upwards, letting the spray from the shower cascade over my face, small explosions of light seemed to dance across my line of sight as yet another gentle pleasurable groan escaped my lips. "Shannon told neither of us that she had included Frankie into our circle and sadly with her death has left us both with the decision of what to do about it. She's my niece Red, an extension my own flesh and blood; and she tells me that she wants into my life." I started to chuckle and Red stopped what she was doing. Her hands came away from my body, only for her naked form to reappear between my outstretched arms. Her own arms wrapped themselves around me and she just held on tight until I finally stopped. "You know what we do Red. What I did to you and Shannon in our time together, not a session went by that at the conclusion someone or sometimes you both, walked with a limp or winced when sitting down. I know this pain sometimes lasted a day or two afterwards. How many law books do I have to delve into before I find what she wants me to do falls under name of incest?" Finally Red relaxed her hold on me and then placed both her hands on my cheeks, keeping my head still while her eyes bored so deep into my soul. "She tried and failed to find what she needs outside of us and look what that pig Randy did to her. Denying her now, you could send her to someone else and he could break her. Hurt her in a way that can't be fixed. At least with you guiding her, you have her best interest at heart. If you insist on giving anything a name then give it this one... Slave." Red had always been the philosopher in our group and the heated discussions the three of us had not only at college, but when we became more involved with each other made me wonder if she would ever be comfortable with our lifestyle. Hell, even Shannon raised an eyebrow when Red had first approached her and told her that she knew what Shannon did with me and wanted in. As skeptical as we both were, Red took to it like it came natural to her. Shannon and I both knew her limits even if Red didn't at the time. It was a full year after we started to include her that she came to me and said she didn't want her safe word anymore. The party we held that weekend left Red cutting classes on Monday to recover. When Shannon had asked her if she was ok? Red just smiled and said that she now realized why she held onto her safe word for so long. "Your thoughts are elsewhere. What are you thinking?" Her words broke into my revelry. I explained as we dried off, Red even blushed slightly as her own thoughts of that weekend came to her. It was only when she placed her collar once again around her neck that her face became neutral, her eyes now focused on my chest. "Sleep with Frankie tonight. I have to leave for work early in the morning so I will leave you two in peace. Take her to town and get the things that are required for her fitness regime. Ensure you both work on this before you leave." At first, Red simply nodded and then she did something that made me stop and look closer at her, she seemed to deflate slightly as though relief had washed across her. My first instinct was to do nothing, but this was Red. "Explain yourself." It was plain to see that her first instinct was to deny everything. Her collar made that impossible. "I saw it in your eyes Master. You wished to take your frustration at this situation out on me. I know this body would have accepted it since it is yours, but your frustration would have been misdirected." Even Red was unprepared for what I did next. The fact she tensed up when my arms went around her was a sure sign of that. She quickly relaxed into me thankfully and accepted the hug I gave her for all the reason's it was meant. ******* If there is one thing I have realized as a guy is that we make more noise trying to be quiet than we do when we don't bother trying to be. One of life's oddities I will admit, but also true. Red had already got coffee ready for me when I woke and came and knelt on the bed as I got dressed. "May I speak?" Those three words made me instantly stop what I was doing. The fact those three words left Red's lips made me pay extra special attention, sitting on the bed next to her while I did up my tie. "We talked long into the night. It's also why I didn't wake her for your departure. That is one frightened young lady." I finally stopped what I was doing and looked at her. "Even as she talked, my first instinct was to recommend that you throw her back. That she didn't belong. Master there is a steeliness within her, but what that idiot Randy did to her has done more to kill her confidence in this lifestyle than anything. Master she is terrified of failing you." It was the pause that made me once again look into her eyes. "Master she simply isn't ready for this. Oh don't get me wrong, she wants it, Shannon was right about Frankie, I will give her that. But Randy got to her first and she's been head-fucked. Admittedly, we only have had the one conversation on this matter, so I just don't know how badly." After hugging Red and telling her I would think things over, I left for work. I got the usual call from Marci wanting to know when Frankie's seminar would be finished so that she could get her room ready, and no doubt let Melanie Fairfax drop by when she does come home as well. It's a good thing I'm the boss, if I was an employee I would have sent me home, I wasn't worth the wages I paid myself that day. I had phoned Mrs Gillins and asked her to make herself available later in the afternoon as there were some ideas I needed to put her way and sound her out. With my final meeting finished, Mrs Gillins and I set to work. At first she was skeptical, but the more we both pored over Frankie's resume and college history, the more I got her thinking my way. By the time I left her office she was already getting the paperwork ready for tomorrow and with my car pointed in the right direction, my thoughts once again turned to Frankie. I spotted them running together along the ridge about a mile from home so I got them fresh cold drinks ready for their return. Frankie was slightly worse for wear but her love of sports all the way through school still stood her in good stead. I couldn't help but smile when they sank a pitcher between them. Sending both off to shower and rest for an hour in my room raised an eyebrow from Red. I'm not sure if she raised both when they got there and I was working in the den. Hell I had to do something to earn my keep, I was all but useless at work and it was only the meetings and my conversation with the personnel department that kept my mind at least working on what to do with Frankie. The polite cough from the door made me look up from the small stack of paperwork I was slowly getting through. Both the girls were knelt just inside the den. Red pointed to the clock and said. "Our hours rest is up Master." We both smiled. Red was never one to be subtle, it just amused me how she still managed to be Red and a slave at the same time. I think that's what drew her to our relationship, yes the rules were there but blind submission wasn't on the list. She understood that Shannon could still be Shannon as well as a submissive. My wife once told me that the clincher for Red was finding out that with us, it was important to give an equal amount of one to be the other. "Frankie, go to the play room. We will be along in a moment." With nothing more than a nod of her head she stood and left. I looked at Red, she had something on her mind and I was curios about when she was going to get around to sharing it. "She asked me how long I was staying." We both smiled and I asked the inevitable question. "Do you think she is trying to get rid of you?" Red shrugged her shoulders and smiled. "That thought did cross my mind, but I don't think so." The pause was momentary. "Frankie hasn't seen you naked yet has she?" The distance between us diminished so quickly even Red winced. "Don't allow the latitude I give you go to your head slave." She paled, her stare never leaving my chest. I'm sure Red expected more from me; I simply stood once again and told her to follow. As soon as we entered the play room I pointed to a spot and watched out of the corner of my eye as Red knelt at that very spot. Once again turning to Frankie I said. "Frankie how many lovers have you had since you lost your virginity?" The tilt of her head as she looked to Red for guidance amused me, all Red did was sit and wait. With no help there, her gaze once again rested on my chest. Mentally I had already counted to six. By the time I got to eight she was looking into my eyes, at ten she had slowly opened her mouth to answer. My hand stopped her and the tears forming in her eyes told me once again that this question wasn't as easy for her to answer as it seemed. This time I pulled out two items from the drawers behind me and tossed them on the floor in front of Frankie. Telling Red to see that the plug and the ball gag were fitted correctly, I left the play room and headed for my shower. Once again, my back was to the door as I felt it open and quickly close, soaped hands started to massage my back, slowly working there way up either side of my backbone. "There were three men in my life the first year I lost my virginity." I was surprised to hear Frankie's voice. Her hands continued to apply soap and then massage it into my body. "By the second year I had added another five to that total and two women, it was curiosity with the women and I actually enjoyed it." By now, her hands were working outwards from the middle of my backbone, I continued to use the wall of the shower for support. "The third year added another seven men to that total and another two women. Up until that point, the men ranged in time from one night of dinner and then sex, to a few months dating them. The women I was more particular with and they were never less than a month and never more than three." It was then her hands seemed to go on auto pilot, Frankie's mind had wandered. "My sexual apatite changed dramatically after that year and I liked multiple partners. Preferably mixed partners and I once even pulled a train at one of the frat houses. I wasn't drugged and I did it willingly, it was only afterwards I realized the label that gets attached to people who do that, so I got myself medically checked out and never did it again." As suddenly as she stopped talking and her hands stopped working on my back, only for her naked form to appear between my arms just as Red did the night before. "So you see my Master, why I struggled so much with your original question. Did you wish to learn that this slave was a slut until she realized how destructive a path that was for her? Or did my Master wish to know how many partners I had only to be told that I honestly don't know a true answer to that question." There was a look about Frankie now. Not defiance, but a need to finally bring all of this out in the open perhaps. "You discussed this with your sister?" Frankie nodded, her cheeks flushed slightly as she did so. "You were told to put a ball gag on, where is it?" For just a second she smiled and cast her eyes once more to my chest. "Once I told Re.... my sister everything, she took the ball gag from me and told me to come here and tell you. At this moment Master, my sister is wearing it as penance for daring to be too familiar with you. She told me to make you aware that she understands she crossed a line and took your warning to heart, the gag is to remind her to shut up when there is nothing to say." It was then we both laughed. It was also then that I felt Frankie's hand around the back of my neck, making me look at her. "Please Master, touch this slaves tits feel this slaves pussy, I would offer this slaves ass but Master has butt plugged it. All that you see my Master owns. This slave stands before you ready to serve. Give this slave a command and watch this slave do it." Frankie's Story Ch. 02 There seemed to be so much fear in her eyes. I am sure it wasn't the water from the shower head making it look like she was on the verge of tears once again. Frankie had laid everything about herself on the line, she was afraid that being so honest about her own sexual history would be her own undoing. Her one great fear now that she had exposed her truth is that I would say no. Slowly my hands left the tiled wall and moved to wrap my niece within them, just as the damn of pent up emotions within her broke. Frankie's head rested on my shoulder and she cried, her arms clung to me like I was a life preserver to a drowning woman. It must have been a good five minutes later that Red came into the bathroom, opened the shower door and turned the water off handing me a towel at the same time. She quickly turned and got another one which she kept in her hands. Between the both of us, we stood Frankie in the middle of the bathroom and dried her off. For a moment, my niece went to protest that Red and I were toweling her down but she quickly shut her mouth and accepted the gift in the spirit it was meant. As all three of us lay in bed simply holding each other, my mind went back to something that Frankie had told me. I understood now why she accepted her task of taking on the two mistresses's and master's so easily, just as I knew why the task was given to her in the first place. I had no doubt that Randy knew of her sexual past and the curiosity of actually seeing her do it and to some extent enjoy it as well, was also his own demise. Randy's ego got bruised and watching Frankie that night was the beginning of the end for them. My opinion of Randy hadn't changed; he had chosen the path he wished his slave to go down. If he wasn't prepared for the fall out, then that was simply stupidity on a monumental scale on his part. Red's hand rested on my hip and mine joined hers, our fingers entwined as we both listened to Frankie sleep the sleep of the emotionally exhausted. ******* I drove us into work that morning and formally introduce Frankie to the department heads who gave her the tour of their sections and a quick summary of what projects they were working on, then left her in the safe hands of Mrs Gillins. It was mid afternoon before I saw Frankie again. She knocked and bounded into the office, a folder under her arm, the business suit making her look older and damned attractive at that. She eyed the chair in front of my desk, I simply waved at it and Frankie sat, expelling air as she did. "My ass is killing me. This plug is bigger than the first one." "Well if you had answered my original question, I would have stopped at the first plug. Since you took it upon yourself to withhold information, you have to put up with what you're given so stop your griping." With a resigned look on her face and a swift shrug of her shoulders Frankie placed the folder on my desk and opened it, several items slid out before she placed the folder to one side again. "I can only hope to one day be as organized as Mrs Gillins. She made me sign for this company credit card and when I asked what the limit on it was. All she would say was, don't ask it'll only freak you out dear." Inwardly I smiled, that's something she would say. We had both discussed the limit to put on Frankie's card and finally decided to give her the same as mine. I trusted my niece to be responsible, and I knew Mrs Gillins would still keep a close eye on Frankie's card for some time to come. It was just the way she was. I'm sure she had been around politicians in a past life, trust everyone, but verify as soon as their back is turned. "You're going with Red tomorrow, between you both I want to see six business suits, three with skirts and three with trousers plus blouses and associated attire. Your job will require professionalism so nothing smutty, you are representing this company when you're with me and when I send you off for what ever reason." I leaned back in my chair, taking my time with my next statement. "Red is also taking you to my doctors. You will be given a birth control injection for now. That will cover you until I decide on a more permanent form of birth control." Frankie blushed, a smile slowly lit up her face, and even her eyes seemed to glow with the full knowledge of what I had just said. She opened her mouth to say something, I decided here wasn't the place for the conversation she seemed to want to have so I headed her off at the pass. "Mrs Gillins told you what your new job entails." "Yes I'm your PA when you have to travel. I'm organizing your work schedule, transport, hotels rooms and actually making sure you eat." I looked at Frankie. She held up her hands and said. "Mrs Gillins words I hasten to add. She cares a great deal for you and seems relieved that you will have someone watching out for you while you're away now. By the way, does she actually have a first name?" It was my turn to shrug my shoulders. "Damned if I know and I hired her, she was the first and grabbed hold of the reins from then on. Telling me not to worry about personnel unless I had someone specific in mind and if I did she would do all the hiring and firing. Ever since then this place has run so smoothly that I just left her to it." Frankie held up a cell phone. "All those you wish to contact, send them that number and you will use that cell from now on. All the bills to both yours and my cell go direct to Mrs Gillins and she deals with them via accounts, did she ask you about your passport?" Her eyes lit up and that thousand watt smile returned once again. "Yes I have to bring it in for her inspection, although I will have to go to mom's to get it. I have to make sure there is never less than a year on it at any time." Frankie then picked up a set of keys and waved them at me. "I seem to have a new car as well. What's wrong with my car?" "That ancient rust bucket you call a car is a death trap on wheels and let's not even go into the conversation of you giving it a name. There will be times you will need to drive me places, working and driving doesn't work. It's too easy to become very familiar with the rear end of a semi." She looked at her watch and then me, I waved her away and as she stood she said. "I also seem to have a company lap top. I have to go to tech now and they will close their eyes as I load in my passwords." At first all I did was grunt an acknowledgment, and then I said. "Tell Marlon I said hi, just try not to torment him, he's afraid of women." With a nod of her head she bounded out of my office, leaving me to wonder if this will actually work. I suppose if the head of the personnel department said it had possibilities then perhaps it would. I don't know how she did it but Mrs Gillins even got on the phone and talked to a few of Frankie's college professors who gave my niece very good verbal references. Frankie was more than qualified for the job, if anything she was slightly over qualified. A degree in business management and a handful of computer related courses and qualifications actually made her ideal as management material. The conversations also left me realizing that Frankie was allot smarter than she lets everyone see and is something I will keep an eye on from now on. Of course, the inevitable call from Marci just about rounded off my working day. The thought of throwing Frankie back amongst the wolves wasn't something that was high on my list of things I want to do, but I did want my niece to stay on good terms with her folks. But at the moment, I couldn't seem to figure out how to make that happen. It was when we were home I got a reminder of how fragile Frankie still was. I was in my den when Red walked in with Frankie's butt plug, the red streaks along the plastic was slightly darker and dried at the base. I took one look at it and asked Red where she was. Red told me that she looked at the plug as it came out and told her to sit in a hot bath for half an hour while she talked to me. Nodding my head before saying. "Stay with her, give her a half an hour and then come and get me when you have dried her down and put her in my room, make sure she's face down." Red nodded and left, I tried to continue to work but it was pointless. I finally got up and went into the bathroom but all was quiet so I tried the bedroom. Both the girls were still busy toweling down, I realized I was used to their nakedness now and the collars they both wore when they were away from water became second nature as well. Frankie blushed and mouthed sorry. Although I couldn't think of what she had to be sorry about. Telling her to get onto the bed and then onto all fours both Red and I took a closer look. Red left a minute later and returned with cream. Even before I had thought about my actions, I took hold of the cream and was now applying it to Frankie. It was only when I had placed cream around the edge of her anus she stifled a moan. Red smiled and winked at me and I had to smile back before inserting two fingers into her to push the cream even deeper and she moaned again while trying desperately not to push back onto my fingers. That I had a part of me inside my niece wasn't even thought about anymore, her collar meant she was a slave. I've watched with interest, the speed she puts it on and reluctance to take it off simply proved it. I'm told that old habits are difficult to break. So I slapped her ass and asked her who gave her permission to move or make any noise? Her ass tensed around the two fingers I still had in her. The heat that seeped out of her pussy was instant and the way her pussy lips slowly bloated out told their own story. "This excites you slave?" Frankie paused, she knew she couldn't sit up but she did raise her head off of the pillow to answer. "Very much so." Her voice broke and she took a lung full of air to calm herself. "This is the first time my Master has touched this slaves body in an intimate way and it makes this slaves mind scream with delight that you are doing so. I have waited so long Master I am just sorry that this body was weak and bled all over the plug." Red sensed what was coming, why wouldn't she. She has known me as long as Shannon had and when I looked towards her she had already gotten off the bed. Her eyes were already dilated and the flush of her cheeks had just started to become noticeable. She looked at me as I looked down at her pussy and nodded, then looked back at her expression. Red smiled and ran out of the bedroom while I continued to talk to Frankie. "You will be seeing the doctor in the morning anyway. He knows of this lifestyle and why you are there. You will be honest with him when he asks you questions, should you have any doubts, look to Red as she will be going with you." Just then I slowly pulled my fingers out of Frankie's ass, the moan that followed was one of disappointment that I had left her. Red quickly came back, trying to be as quiet as possible, the slight tilt of Frankie's head let me know that Red wasn't quiet enough. It was then I took a gamble and said. "Something is on your mind, what is it?" "I sense something is different and I'm excited by that feeling. You don't blame me for bleeding on the plug and I'm relieved, but there is something different about all three of us now and my hopes are that this difference is a positive thing." Their was no point in being quiet any longer Red tossed me the collar she had brought into the room. The thick leather collar went around Frankie's neck and clicked shut. Both of us reached under the bed in unison and clicked the cables to the rings in the collar. Frankie was effectively limited in movement by the collar. The other two items Red placed on the bed behind Frankie so as to be out of her line of site. She then proceeded to walk around to the front of Frankie and kicked the pillows off the bed before sitting on the bed in front of her. From my angle I couldn't see, but I think once they looked at each other, they both knew what was going to happen. Red opened her legs as wide as she could and slid closer to Frankie's head while Frankie moved as much as she could forward, while being restrained. She waited until Red was close enough and just dove straight in on Red's pussy. That girl must be good at it because not even Shannon got Red warmed up that quickly and those two had been intimate with each other for years. As for me, I grabbed a condom and went to town on Frankie's pussy. She squealed, bucked and moaned her way to an orgasm while turning Red into a sweat soaked, orgasm exhausted lump of meat. I saw a look of relief in Red's eyes as I came because she knew what was coming next. That this clearly stopped her from disobeying me and trying to push Frankie away from her now tender clit. I pulled out, turned the vibrator on full and pushed it deep into Frankie. Red held Frankie's shoulders and heaved herself out of reach of her and with as much energy as her own body would allow, slid off the bed and got behind Frankie. I moved in front of her and saw the cat that found the cream smile still on her lips as I slid my cock into her mouth for her to make hard again. It was less than a minute before Frankie was once again being pushed forward, Red had quickly got into her strap on and didn't waste any time in pulling out the vibrator and push her rubber dick into Frankie. Their was no respite for Frankie, when she got me hard again, Red and I simply changed positions. Her body was a sheen of sweat, I had lost count of the amount of times we had both made her come. Time simply became something we had no need to keep an eye on as we set about extracting every last orgasm we could from Frankie. Our goal was within our grasp as both Red and I could see that she was waning. I undid the collar and we turned her on her back then pulled one more orgasm each out of her. The bed was a mess of twisted sheets and cum stains all over the place. But the look on Frankie's face was priceless as I once more inserted the vibrator into her soaked and bloated pussy before closing her legs. To further torture her, Red and I lay on either side of her so she couldn't move her legs apart. We chatted over the top of her about nothing and everyday things as though Frankie wasn't there, we both watched as her head would move from one to the other of us, the fear that grew in her eyes was truly one to behold. Her hips would involuntarily twitch and at one point she had to bite down on her lip whilst trying desperately to suppress a moan. Poor Frankie simply didn't know if she even allowed to cum one more time and the fact that Red and I had basically ignored her while we talked only made her more anxious. "Master please..." "Not now slave, I'm busy talking to your sister." Her stomach gave a lurch and Frankie went to move her hands. Both of us grabbed a hand each and continued to talk. Her hands relaxed in our grasp but a slow moan escaped her lips. This time I stopped talking to Red and looked down at Frankie, my fingers gently brushed a stray hair away from her eyes. Those same eyes that now held so much panic and uncertainty over what she could now do. "Have you had a good time slave?" The fear written across her face lessened slightly and she nodded her head. Her anxiety that the vibrator was still within her, her own build up had begun. "You know Red, when we had slave on all fours, I believe we missed a bit." Red followed my gaze and smiled, Frankie followed my gaze and tried to shrink deeper into the bed. My smile wasn't missed when Frankie looked once again at my face, the whimper that followed my next statement to Red made both our evenings. "Pull the cuffs up and attach them to her wrists, I'm going to do the same to her ankles." With her legs now spread Frankie's first instinct was to try to push the vibrator out, anything to gain some semblance of her body back from the precipice that she felt she was so close to plunging into. "Do that again slave and an even bigger one goes in your ass, bleeding or not. I choose what goes in and comes out of that body do you understand?" Even Red paused to look down, Frankie stomach muscles tensed once more and part of the vibrator could now be seen. Red quickly glanced at me and knew what was coming next, she quickly grabbed Frankie's chin and tilted her head so they were both staring at each other. "Pull it back in my sister. Please hurry, use your pussy to pull it back in since you used your pussy to expel it, now pull it back in, you must." We both watched and Frankie attempted to try to do as Red had asked. Finally the tears welled up in her eyes as she said the two words that must have crushed her. "I can't." The silence within the room was close to overwhelming. Both slaves looked at me and both feared the worse, Red followed my actions when she saw me undo the ankle straps that had held Frankie down. She in turn released her wrists, sat back on her legs and waited. Once I had pulled the vibrator out of Frankie, I told both girls to follow me into the play room. I didn't even wait for them, the sound of their padding feet giving that much away as we crossed the day room. Pointing to the centre of the room and simply telling both to kneel was all I did as I took the vibrator back to its drawer and wiped it down before changing its batteries. My first instinct was to carry out my threat but the walk to the play room gave me a chance to cool down. I reminded myself that even with the time spent with Randy, she was still very new to this lifestyle and being that harsh on her served no purpose whatsoever. Was she going to be punished? Oh yes, but it was now going to be a measured punishment. Kneeling next to her I handed her a ball gag. "Put this on as I have no reason to listen to your attempts of explaining yourself. Your control over the body I own has shown itself to be weak. I have to change that and I intend to start now." Both of us watched as Frankie simply nodded and without a word placed the gag on. She had sat and watched as I made a show of pulling new batteries out of the packet, what she didn't know was that I had palmed both of the new batteries and replaced the old used ones. The aim was to educate her not to torture her. I then told her to extend her arms and once that was done I placed the vibrator between her hands, holding both ends of the vibrator with each index finger. I turned it on full without speaking and stared at her, she would either figure it out or I would take a paddle to her and she would figure it out even faster then. Frankie's stare never left my chest, mine never left her eyes as the vibrator simply buzzed away between her fingers its slight weight now growing as her arms began to feel the discomfort of being extended for that long. When I realized that her pure determination was keeping it were it was, I still couldn't help but admire her for it. But this form of punishment was new to her and the muscles she was using would fail her long before the batteries would, even with a little help from the used ones. Given the amount of time I had used the vibrator on Frankie and the time she had it between her fingers, it was only a matter of minutes before the vibrator would signal the end of their life. What I had to do was keep her concentrating on keeping her arms extended; it was time for a small distraction. My arm lifted and my finger prodded Red's nipple. She looked up at me and then down at my finger, her nipples pushed deep into her breast, the realization on her face finally allowing me to remove my finger from her. Red got up and walked to the far wall, after a moment she came back with two items and placed them on the floor next to me before assuming her kneeling position next to Frankie. Although Frankie had kept her eyes on my chest I could tell she had watched as best she could what we had done, the fact I now had two nipple clamps on the floor next to me started to make her sweat just a little. When I started to pull on her nipples to make them hard, she started to sweat quite allot. Frankie's Story Ch. 02 It was then the vibrator gave that faltering buzz and then resumed. Instantly Frankie looked up at the vibrator and did her best not to smile, her arms seemed to straighten with renewed determination. Minutes later, again the buzz faltered and then again, her smile was one of relief and determination to once again see this through. She felt the source of torture between her fingers start to lose it's vibrating strength and finally stop. The look on her face was one of pride, she had beaten the test. The relief as I took the now dead vibrator from her hands and placed it next to the nipple clamps was close to overwhelming. "Go and start the shower. Your sister and I will be with you shortly." With a nod of her head, a smile and a yes Master, she stood and then shook her arms trying to push blood back into them before leaving the play room. Red was staring at me, a lopsided smile on her lips. "Did you used to pull conjuring tricks like that with Shannon and me?" This time it was my turn to smile and after a moment, nod my head. "She didn't cheat Red. In her mind she did everything asked of her. You've known me long enough to know I'm not a sadist. But I sure know how to get my point across, Frankie wont make that mistake again, in future what I put inside her body will stay there until I want it out even if she has to nail it there, because she will always be reminded of how close she came to failing twice in one evening and that's never going to happen again." For such along time all Red did was stare at me, it was obvious she had something to say and perhaps she was just having trouble working out how to say it. For someone like Red, that was a real hurdle in her life. Eventually Red's eyes lowered to my chest and her hands went out to the floor before her head rested on the back of her hands. "When you do stuff like that and say things like that I'm reminded why I call you Master and can never look to another man for comfort." She paused and just as I went to stand, I think I heard words from Red that not even I was supposed to hear, if anything it felt like she was reaffirming her own thoughts, they just sneaked out in the form of words. "Love for life my Master." It was only when Red sat back on her legs that she realized I was knelt next to her and its startled her slightly because I could now see just how close she was to tears. As we both stood my arms wrapped themselves around her and held her tight to me. The dam of her own emotion burst forth and cried into my chest for a minute before Red reclaimed herself. But I still hung in there and kissed her with the passion that we both felt for each other. As our lips parted, poor Red needed to grab large amounts of air so she could bring calm to herself once again. "Come on, the evening is still young and we haven't finished tormenting your sister yet." I'm sure Frankie heard her laugh from the other side of the cabin. The knowing look from Frankie as we entered the bathroom only seemed to confirm it, we did torment her some more but were still mindful of the doctor's appointment the next day. We all had an early night and to be honest, both the girls deserved it. End of chapter two. Frankie's Story Ch. 03 (This story interlocks with each chapter so if you come into this story other than the beginning then you may well scratch your head at some of the comments within this chapter. I've tried to make this a glimpse into the lives and lifestyle of three people. They chose to keep there lives private, isn't it strange how life never lets that happen.) * Between both the girls and the doctor I was getting updates all through the day. The visit to the doctor resulted in an insane amount of paperwork that Frankie had to wade through so she could make me her next of kin and, of course, give the doctor consent to talk to me. That alone made me smile. I had been talking to him ever since Shannon and I moved into the valley and he knew all about our lifestyle. I even placed Red under Doc Kellerman. But of course, the Doc had to follow the law. Knowing two of your patients are slaves and being able to talk about them to their owner are two very separate issues. After we passed pleasantries with each other he let me know that Frankie's birth control injection was already in and to give it a few days to settle into her system. The doc did mention that, in Frankie's case, although the injection works it may be better to use Norplant when her second injection is due. It would be easier to keep track of her cycles with the traveling she would be doing. Even an accidental pregnancy had to be avoided at all costs. I was already committing incest and having a child out of the relationship worried me greatly. I had to agree with him and set up an appointment to have it dealt with. The reason for Frankie's bleeding was the damage the four did to her when they took turns with her. The doc mentioned that the walls of her rectum showed signs of scaring that the butt plug didn't put there. My reluctance to get Frankie to talk in detail about that evening would now have to be placed squarely on the front burner. The doc did tell me that she would have bled for some time after the four had finished with her. My suspicion that Randy did nothing about seeking medical help for Frankie after that evening and just leaving her body to heal itself was another reason to put Randy onto my drop-shit-from-a-great-height list. The results of the STD and AIDS test wouldn't be ready for awhile yet and it still required regular monthly appointments for the better part of a year. Frankie knew I would ask for that test to be done. She wasn't stupid. The look in her eyes as I placed a condom on last night said enough for me to know she had expected it. ******* With shopping complete both girls dropped by my office to show me what they had bought. I also suggested that one of the suits would need to stay in my office in case of emergencies. The discussion that followed made my eyes glaze over as both girls talked about what suit and accessories would need to go with each outfit. Even color of shoes got thrown into the conversation. In the end I sent them both home to decide while I still had some semblance of sanity left. I made to a call to my friend after the girls left who told me that he had exactly what I was looking for and I could even pick them up on the way home. This idea of having a PA was new to me. Add to that the fact she was also my niece and slave added a whole host of problems that I needed to deal with. It felt like the stuttering before it got fully started was going to be interesting. One of those very problems I needed to tackle early on or I may never tackle it at all. I have no doubt this will work with Mrs. Gillins and Frankie's help. It was late afternoon when I pulled up outside the cabin. The smell of dinner was something I was, once again, getting used to. I asked the girls if dinner would be spoilt if we had it a little later. They shook their heads and Red went and turned down the stove. Frankie knelt in front of me and I waited until Red knelt next to her. Finally turning to Frankie, I said. "There are a couple of things I wish to discus with you tonight. You talk of compartmentalizing our lives, which is fine should we be here or you are at your folks, but what about when you are with me as my PA, had you considered that?" Frankie nodded. I simply waited. Frankie said, "We have talked a great deal on this subject yesterday and today, as a matter of fact." It was then I looked at Red as well. I was quietly impressed how much the bond between the two has grown. Throwing another slave into our lives had turned Red's world around just as it had mine. Frankie's steps into our lifestyle were gradual and, with her sister next to her it was putting her at ease, she is finding her inner slave. After Shannon's death we were content to be just us and never even looked for another. With Frankie now part of us and younger than us I was glad that Red was making as much effort to make this work. "At work I am your niece and your PA. Everyone in the company will know that very soon. None of the secretaries believe I got the job because of nepotism since the job never actually existed in the first place." Frankie smiled and her cheeks flushed slightly as she looked towards me. She continued, "As a matter of fact, the ones I have spoken to are relieved that you will have company on your trips away. They all seem to believe that you don't look after yourself when you are away since the death of Aunt Shannon. You are all work returning home looking thinner and tired. They all worry greatly for you. You are well liked there and not just because you are the boss." "With that being said, we believe we have found the formula that will work for us on those trips away. While you are working I am your PA. The title niece will never be mentioned since I assume you will introduce me as your PA and give people my first name. When we are at the hotel or rather within the confines of the hotel room I am your slave. You can, of course, handle it another way." Both the girls had put alot of thought into this. They both smiled as though they had won the state lottery when I nodded in agreement with their idea. Placing my hand into my briefcase I pulled out a small rectangular box and handed it to Frankie. Frankie just looked at the box and then at Red, who nodded at it, mentally telling her to quit stalling and open the damn thing. Both the girls' eyes went as big as saucers when she finally did. "You will place one necklace in the pocket of the suit you have in my office. Since I'm actually in the process of getting a desk for you placed in my office I suppose it may as well be called our office from now on. The other necklace will be worn when we go away. You are to look upon that piece of jewelry as your collar. You know it is; I know it is; we're the only ones who need to know." Both the girls now had the necklaces out of the box and held them up. The chains were identical, the silver chain looked slight but when held closer the thin flexible wire that gracefully wove its way through every link in the chain actually made it very strong. The heart shaped pendant was inscribed with the letter F. When both girls turned them around the letter S was on the back of the pendant. Red instantly spotted the movement when I tried to put my hand back in my briefcase stealthily and smiled. As I pulled my hand out of my case to reveal an identical rectangular box I hear a squeal coming from Red as she launched herself at me was enough to set Frankie off. Now I knew that being smothered by two of the best women I know was worth every cent these gifts cost. All through dinner neither one of them could wipe the smile off their faces holding their necklaces in their hands. They asked if they could wear one for today. Agreeing was easy and both rushed over to me so I could remove each collar and replace it with their necklace. It was Frankie's turn to wash up just as it was Red's turn to clean the table down. As I passed Red I told her that when both were finished I needed to talk to Frankie and she was going to need both of us close at hand when I did so. Red nodded her head in acknowledgment that she had heard and continued her chores. Both found me sitting against the X frame in the play room. My mind still working out just how the hell I was going to get all three of us through this. Both girls waited a moment and then knelt on the mat facing me. I hadn't planned on taking so long to acknowledge their presence. When I did look up at Frankie I could see her anxiety growing. "You know that I talked to Doc Kellerman today." Frankie winced when I said that much. She couldn't have known what I was about to say but that didn't stop her losing some color. "I want to know from start to finish what the four did to you in that dungeon." Red was clearly confused but kept quiet as we both watched Frankie. The silence grew as Frankie continued to fidget on the mat. Finally, Red placed a hand on Frankie's leg startling her so much that she looked directly at Red who simply smiled and nodded her head. Frankie grabbed Red's hand holding it so tight her knuckles where white. In the softest gentlest voice Red said. "Sister, look at the man in front of you and ask yourself this question. Does that man totally own you heart, mind and soul? If you have even the slightest doubt about that then take off your collar and leave now. All that you are is his; all that you think has to be directed towards him; and all that is in your heart you give freely to him. It is the way my sister. Your Master has asked a question. The answer should have left your lips a fraction of a second after your ears heard that question." There was but a short nod from Frankie before she drew breath into her lungs and started speaking. For the next twenty minutes Red and I listened as Frankie told us of that evening. Her voice broke several times. Sometimes it was so difficult to hear her that I had to lean forward until she realized that I was doing so and spoke up again. Her body would go into revolt and Red held onto her as both girls burst into tears. Even when I offered to stop and come back to this conversation at a later date she asked if she could finish. My first instinct was to override her appeal but I didn't and Frankie came to the end of her tale. The pain etched on her face as she recounted even those last few minutes felt like an eternity of pain had been heaped on her. The barrage of questions I had in my head never made it to my mouth as I simply sat and watched my niece clinging to Red as though her very life depended on it. With as calm a voice as I could muster, I said, "Do you want revenge for what Randy did to you?" Frankie violently shook her head her eyes never leaving the mat. "No, through his actions I now have you. My only regret is the damage he did to your body before I could give it to you." Even though it was still early evening, I picked Frankie up and carried her to the bedroom and placed her in the middle. She wanted to protest. I just told her to shut up and then both of us held her very tightly all night long only letting her up to go to the bathroom. So now I knew why she bled that night and, to be honest, I wished I didn't. That poor girl had her heart torn out of her that night. How she found the courage to want to remain in this lifestyle was beyond me. If anything all this just reaffirmed why Shannon, Red and I embraced the lifestyle but refused to be drawn into ever going to meetings. We had each other and as far as we were concerned that was enough. After what Randy allowed to happen that evening Frankie turned to the only person she knew who could never hurt her like that. ******* No sooner had we gotten into work then I was down in one of the labs working with one of my senior engineers, Marlon, on one of the projects that seemed to have taken a turn into the weird. Marlon wanted to purge the whole system and start again; the thought of dumping three months' worth of work with a magnet wasn't high on my to-do list. I'm glad to say persistence won the day and the program officially moved from weird to tentatively hopeful. Leaving Marlon to continue I headed back to my office only to stop at the door. Frankie had switched my office around and was already deep in conversation with someone on the phone. The smile she gave me was warm and the sparkle in her eyes told me she was enjoying her new job. Once off the phone, she said, "I grabbed a couple of cute guys as they walked passed your office and they gave me a hand moving things around in here. The atmosphere wasn't conducive to a positive working environment." She had lost me at 'conducive' so I figured shrugging my shoulders before she went into feng shui and other crap that meant I wasn't going to be spending more time in the labs would only be a good thing. Although, I will admit the day sure flew by and with Frankie now acting as interference on the paperwork I sure got a lot more done. On the way home I reminded Frankie that the fitness regime was still in place and Red reinforced that idea when we pulled up outside the cabin. Both the girls came back an hour later, showered, collared up and joined me in the den. The day I had been dreading was moving closer. I wasn't even sure Red had told Frankie about it. "Red when are you heading back to Hollywood?" Frankie's head turned so quickly towards Red I thought she would get whiplash. "Four days Master. The director has gotten the cast together now and my team is already with them working on there fitness." "Then we will do what we can to make your last few days with us as enjoyable as possible." Red blushed and reminded me that the last time I had said that she had to be helped to the car the day after. I laughed and Frankie smiled but I could see she was sad that Red was leaving. True to my word Frankie and I took Red to bed that evening tied her down and proceeded to ruin any chance she had for sleep that night. As fit as Red is, two against one has never been an even match and Frankie had now mastered the art of using a strap-on to great effect. The lack of conversation from Frankie on the way to work the next morning forewarned me of a conversation we were going to have as soon as she could decide when to initiate it. "I have become attached to Red and I will be sad when she leaves. She has taught me so much." "You're Aunt Shannon and I have felt the same when she goes. Red is a free spirit, we know she will settle down one day but no one can decide that other than Red." I saw her eyes were downcast and she was biting her lower lip. The look she finally gave me just seemed to forewarn me of her next statement. Frankie said in a soft almost childlike voice, "You can decide. You are her Master. You can make her stay." As I pulled into my parking spot and switched the engine off. I looked over at Frankie. She looked hopefully back at me. "Remember when I first introduced you to Red I told you I can do anything to her? For many years now she has not had a safe word because she trusts me not to hurt her. Oh, I can abuse that body even beat her to within an inch of her life and she would accept it willingly because she gave me that body. When I look into her eyes I know I only have to ask for her heart and she would rip it from her body and hand it to me." "You see, the real secret behind Red is her free spirit. She loves me with a passion because I allow her the one gift very few Masters would ever allow her, freedom. Red knows that when it is time to join us and our family is once again complete she will give me the gift of her freedom. What she will want in return are babies." I still caught Frankie thinking about our conversation throughout the day. I waited to see what she would do since I had nothing more to add. There was also the organizing she needed to do for next week. Frankie was distracted enough frantically sorting through all the details for our travel for two seminars and four companies I had to visit in the course of six weeks starting a week from today. I did sneak into Mrs Gillins office for a friendly chat. She smiled and told me that Frankie was doing fine. That damn woman could see straight through me. We had a coffee together and I left her alone so that I could go and annoy Marlon and see what he has done with improving the program that came close to costing me a fortune to replace. It was only on the drive home I thought it best to give Frankie a heads up. "You will notice a change in your sister soon. When it happens stay the hell out of the way. If you can't then tell me and I will send you home until Red has gone." "I'm not going to like this, am I?" Most of the day I had been turning it over in my mind, the thought of hitting Frankie sideways with this simply wouldn't be fair. So as I drove I told her what would likely happen regardless of her being there. Frankie was quiet for the rest of the journey, only when we came to a stop outside the cabin did she tell me that she would do as I asked when I asked her to. Then she got out of the car got changed and went for her afternoon exercise with Red. The signs were there. Her eyes gave her away. The conflict within Red was building. She hated leaving and the more she stayed the harder it was becoming for her to leave. At best I figured on Red lasting a year maybe two before she sells her company and comes to live with us here permanently. With Shannon's death hitting us both as hard as it did she was looking more at the cabin being her home. Red had often talked about the craziness of Hollywood and hated the lifestyle there which was why she would leave almost everything at a drop of a hat to come back here if only for a few days. I had already made some arrangements for Red to start her own fitness business in town. I even smiled when I mentally heard her telling me that she would, of course, fund it with her own money and I would let her. Just as she knew I would always be protective of her. The emotional bond between us was so strong but evenings like these truly tested the bond to their limits. The girls had showered and only Frankie came back collared. Frankie would continually look to Red. "Red you have forgotten your collar." "No." I turned to look at both of them. Frankie instantly dropped to her knees but Red stood proud and ready for an argument. Our eyes locked on to each other. "Slave you will put your collar on and perhaps now would be a good time to do it." "I refuse." Her mannerisms said one thing but her eyes said another. This was going against everything she believed in. We both knew what she was doing. Hell, I had even given Frankie a heads up that it was going to happen. I covered the distance between us so quickly that Red took a step back in shock and yelped when I grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her head back simply reinforced my next words. "Twice you have refused, do you wish to make it a third?" Her words stuck in her throat. Her eyes telling me it was taking an extraordinary amount of willpower to say what she was about to say next. "I will not collar up." She gritted through her teeth. The sound of my slap across her tits punctuated the last word that left her lips. Forcing her onto all fours and dragging her across the day room into the play room; lifting her off the floor; dropping her onto the X frame; locking her in as she kicked and screamed at me. She screamed those same words over and over again as though they were the only words her mind knew. "I don't want to... I don't want to..." The ball gag put a stop to the ringing in my ears and the endless repeat of those same words. Once I moved the frame into position I gave her twenty whacks with a paddle she still screamed and kicked out as best she could so she got another twenty with a cane. By now the welts on her body clearly showed. Her ass got another ten before her screams had turned to tears. The cuffs, although padded, had torn into her wrists and ankles as Red tried everything she could to lash out. Frankie's Story Ch. 03 I could have stopped it all there but she had got three chances. Pulling the cuffs off and lifting her by her waist off of the frame; walking her back into the day room; and dropping her once again at the spot she had refused my orders. I went into the bedroom retrieved her collar folded it in two and swiped her ass and the back of her thighs with it another ten times before I dropped it next to her head. "Put it on or I will dump your sorry ass out on the porch and you can sleep there tonight." For a moment nothing happened other than the heartbreaking sobs from both Red and Frankie. Slowly Red's arm moved and her hand held her collar. She breathed in deep and agonizingly slowly she pulled herself onto her knees and winced when the welts on the backs of her legs and ass touched. She placed the collar around her neck. It slipped from her grasp, slid over her tits and fell onto her lap where upon Red burst into tears again. I looked towards Frankie. She was sat in horror at the scene played out in front of her though she somehow sensed I was watching her and looked towards me. I nodded towards the fallen collar. Once she understood what I was asking of her she nodded and haltingly picked it up; rose up from her position; stood behind Red; and attached it before she removed the ball gag. Looking once again at Frankie I told her to help her sister to the spare room, get the cream from the play room and put it on her. Frankie found me on the porch over an hour later and knelt next to me, her side and arm touching my leg as she looked out over the valley. "You scared me. If you had not warned me that this was going to happen you would have terrified me. So many questions rush at me from every angle yet all I seem able to ask is, why?" "Do you remember the day you came to this cabin and walked outside to the hot tub and found you're Aunt? Do you remember the reason she gave you for the bruises on her and why they were so special to her?" Frankie thought for a moment and then said, "She said each day she watches them fade on her body and she smiles because you are one day closer to coming home." "You must also remember that although you both have the title of slave you are both individuals within that context. Red wanted those bruises so that when she leaves she can smile knowing that as they fade she is one day closer to returning here." "Nothing is always as it seems, is it Master?" Even I had to smile at that and agree with her. "Tell me this, what did you hear Red screaming at me when I had her in the play room?" As Frankie's memories played that scene in her mind once again, the emotions overwhelmed her and her whole body shook for a moment. "She kept repeating the same words over and over. 'I don't want to". It was time to leave Frankie to her thoughts. She had grown close to Red; learned a great deal about Red and me; even witnessed the outburst as I had predicted it. Yet even with all that I had said and she had seen it still took Frankie a few minutes to realize. She gasped and looked up at me, to see me smiling back at her. "She kept saying, 'I don't want to'. My sister wasn't refusing to wear her collar she wanted to say 'I don't want to leave' yet something inside her will not let her say those words." Nodding my head and agreeing with her was all I was willing to do on the subject. But now I had to do something that I hadn't told Frankie about. "Although she has not told us, Red plans to leave in the morning when we are at work. She hates goodbyes with a passion she is also breaking with her usual pattern and I believe it's this new film project that has accelerated her schedule. I usually make her rest one night and make love to her the night before she leaves. We both know that if I did that she would be in more discomfort than she is now and I won't allow that." Frankie looked at me she knew what I was asking but it still it had to be said before she would do it. "You will spend the night with your sister. You will take nothing from the play room. You have everything on and in you to give her a memorable night. Good night slave." For such a long time we simply looked at each other then she smiled, nodded her head and stood. Frankie caught me off guard a little when she bent down and kissed me on the lips. Said goodnight and walked into the cabin. The pleasurable moans that emanated out of Frankie's old room told me enough, I went to bed and slept only waking when a screaming orgasm ripped through the cabin then I just smiled and turned over. The morning alarm woke me with both girls on either side of me. It was something I didn't expect but it was a nice way to say 'thank you' I thought. I had my old Red back as we talked over breakfast, her bag by the door leaving us in no doubt that my reasoning was correct. It was a tearful farewell for the girls I simply told her to hurry home and held her as tight as her bruises would allow. It was the quietist Frankie had ever been on our journey into work but the one thing I had noticed was that she treated those journeys as a mix of slave time and work time when it came to topics we discussed. "I like your version of sharing me a great deal better than I did Randy's. Thank you." "You're welcome." Marlon was waiting at the entrance for me so I waved goodbye to Frankie as we headed for the labs. It was only when Marlon mentioned that it was home time I realized we had been here all day and not even had lunch. The frustration between us over this damn program was becoming increasingly obvious. Frankie and I were due to leave the day after tomorrow and the fate of this program had to be decided on before I left. The thought of pouring more money into a program as unstable as this was not going to happen unless a miracle happens. On the journey home Frankie talked about schedules and cities, even half days off here and a day off there. I'm almost sure I heard the word rodeo in there somewhere but I let it slip thinking she was testing me to see if I was paying attention. It was only when we got home and she headed into the cabin to change into her running gear that I stopped her and asked her when she had last spoken to her folks. The pause as she searched for the answer told me what my next statement was going to be. "I had spoken to mom once three days ago." "Get back in the car and go see them now. You're going to be away for over a month. Phone ahead and if your going to be late for dinner then offer to take them out to dinner. You have the company card and I know about it so it's authorized." The mixed emotions that crossed her face were fun to watch and keeping a straight face as I watched wasn't too easy either. Finally she shrugged her shoulder and hugged me before she left. I settled down in my den to a warmed up pizza and a soda, watched the Monday night game for awhile and then sorted through some bills before heading to bed. The great life I have makes me giddy sometimes. Even as deep a sleep as I was in the warm sensation between my legs slowly woke me I realized that Frankie was home. When I was hard enough and she herself knew I was awake the covers ended up on the floor and with the thousand watt smile she has she climbed over me and slid me into her hot wetness. Even faced with this scene of loveliness in front of me I just had to ask. "Who gave you permission to do what you are doing?" That smile didn't budge as she moved up and down on the iron rod inside her. She even pulled my hands away from my side and squashed them against her tits. The slow groan that emanated from her leaving no doubt that she was enjoying herself. "Slave manual rule one. Keep your Master happy and empty at all times. You have been concentrating on Red and me these last few days. Red has gone and it's now left to this slave to drain you. I know that Doc Kellerman is now my doctor but I had already started to have the tests for STD and AIDS a week after the airtight experiment I got from the four. I was tested once more before I came to you. This is my seventh month now and as of yesterday's phone call to my old doctor I am still clean." The little giggle I got next was from a Frankie I knew only too well, mischief was in the making. "So my Master, does this slave get the fucking she needs after girl sex last night or do you wish her in the play room to pay for her insolence?" Stupid question really. ******* I must say there is something to be said for other people doing my work schedules. Left to me I would have just flown down to Houston, picked a hotel and got on with it. Frankie made us go business class. When I frowned she told me she was the PA and since this was business that's exactly how we are going to travel in future. She then pointed out that I really didn't have any idea what was tax deductible, did I? Mumbling under my breath that I liked her better as a slave she pulled her blouse down slightly to show her chain and pendant and smiled. Then whispered in my ear 'all in good time Master' before she went back into PA mode once again. The hotel proved to be another surprise and another insight into the way Frankie thought things through. I had never been to the Centurion Hotel before and mentioned it when we picked up the hire car. Frankie smiled and said that she had done her research before she had booked us in. It was the smile that gave away her mischief so I left it at that and when we went to our rooms I could see how the rest of my business trip was going to go. No sooner was I in my room and my bag on the floor than the knock on the door between both rooms could be heard. Her research was for hotels with inter connecting doors. Once opened, she went back to putting her clothes away before she pulled her bed covers off and spent a few moments making it look like she had slept in it before coming into mine. "Dinner is in an hour I have declined the turn down service for both rooms so my bed looks good for tomorrow and I will sort out my bathroom in the morning." It was then that Frankie sat her briefcase on my table and started putting files down and for the next half an hour we went through the itinerary for tomorrow, who I was in conference with along with some biographies. I must say Frankie kept surprising me with all this and as the hours past I was growing more comfortable. I was also getting used to her work methods. The meeting the next morning with Adrian Munro was just as interesting. I introduced Frankie as my PA and stood watching his tongue fall out. She was polite and pretended not to notice. In retaliation he called his secretary into his office with us and we all sat down and talked business. When it got to mid-day Frankie and Donna disappeared for half an hour and came back with drinks and pizza. The meeting was put on hold for lunch as we all bragged and blustered our way through each argument that was put forward on every topic known to man, a secretary and a PA. Frankie and I left Adrian's office that evening with the biggest order I have ever had from him. It seems my niece was becoming indispensable. "Adrian is doing Donna." "Yes I know. They have been an item since his wife passed away over three years ago." "You know what I'm going to say next then." "I should imagine Donna wanted to know if you were doing me." We both laughed as I turned Frankie around so I could wash her back. The urge to ask her what her answer was and the certainty that it would have been a denial kept me from asking. This fledgling relationship of our own was still too fragile for Frankie to ever share its secrets with anyone other than Red. My soapy hands once again passed over her upper back. Her tattoo no longer pulled at my heart like it did that day she first showed it to me. But it did make me realize the closely knit group of people that did share our secret and all three of us were content with that. I could read Frankie better now. Small things like throwing me a towel rather than handing it to me; leaving the bathroom before I did; even spending time in her room getting things from her case for the morning even though that could be done in the morning. Like I said small things but small things add up to bigger things and in her own way Frankie was telling me she had a need. It was simply time to answer that need. By her own admission my room was the equivalent of the cabin. So, when she sat on the bed next to me I simply grabbed her and pulled her over my knee and gave her ass and thighs twenty swipes with my hand. She squealed, she wriggled and when I finished I picked her up and bent her over the back of the couch. That's when she moaned and relaxed as my fingers delved into her hair and pulled her head back as my cock buried itself into her soaked pussy. Her arms came behind her and she locked her wrists together on the small of her back. Traveling with a set of handcuffs in our luggage would mean answering too many questions if a random security search ever happened. So, I simply held her wrists in that position and got more forceful with my thrusts. As Frankie's orgasm closed in on her the soft moans soon became begging. I refused to answer her. Less than a minute later her voice became even more anxious. "Please my Master... Please let me cum for you." I pounded into her for about ten more seconds and then agreed just as I pushed into her one more time and came deep inside her. Frankie's head rose and the moan that escaped her lips just seemed to make me even harder, her cunt muscles clung to me and her whole body shook. I let her wrists go and her arms flopped over the couch at the same time I let her hair go. With my cock now showing signs of going limp I pulled out of her to the sounds of Frankie wheezing and groaning. Lifting Frankie away from the couch and keeping her upright long enough for me to gather her into my arms and carry her back to the bed was interesting but I managed. She thanked me when I let her go. That thousand watt smile still brightened up the room as I cuddled her. Her arms came around me and we kissed for awhile before I noticed she was having trouble staying awake so I let her sleep while I turned out the lights and watched the ceiling thinking that this all should feel strange to me. Yet with this sweet smelling sweat soaked cum leaking slave next to me it actually felt so natural. After a moment she gently moaned and moved slightly, her left breast now exposed to me, the nipple still slightly erect from the remnants of her orgasm. The necklace chain caught the ambient light of the room and reflected the pendant so clearly. Even the letter F stood proud on her chest. ******* We landed in Atlanta the next day and I left Frankie to sort out the car rental while I got the bags. This was a week's worth of seminars and not my favorite thing to do with my life. The two rooms and inter connecting doors was going to be a feature in our lives on the road. Since Frankie couldn't find any in the hotel that was scheduled for the seminars she booked us in to the Dellcourt Hotel a mile down the road. That was her job and also her wish as well as mine so I left her to deal with details like that. I did find out later the next day at the seminar that the concierge gently talked to Frankie and expressed concern that my reservation was cancelled. She told me that she was polite and simply stated that although I was one of the speakers I wanted to attend the seminars but not deal to intensely with the meet-and-greet events of the evenings. Word came down later from the manager that next year the penthouse suit would be made available. Frankie influence in these negotiations seems to be growing. Of course, the side effect of someone like Frankie on the team meant the pussy hounds looked on her as fresh meat. Although I trusted her implicitly I simply didn't trust the pussy hounds add to the equation that she is not only my niece but also my slave so therefore my property and that is indeed a volatile mix. Trouble started in the guise of a man named Charles Winston. We had been in Atlanta for two days now and although I went to some of the seminars I left lists of things for Frankie to do while I was busy. It was the afternoon of the second day that she had that look about her; she tried to keep busy but kept looking at me. I rose from my seat and stood beside her and asked what was wrong when she said she may have a problem. All thought of listening to the seminar disappeared. I simply looked at her and told her to go to the bar and I would see her there in a few minutes. She nodded, looked towards the top end of the room and instinctively I followed her line of sight. Charles Winston was watching everything. Gathering my things and saying goodbye to the people I was with took slightly longer than I had anticipated. I found Charles sat with Frankie at the bar by the time I got there. He sure was a fast worker I gave him that. Frankie stood as I approached and tried to excuse herself. It was then that Charles placed his hand on her. It was plain to see that Frankie was pissed and the exchanges between them were rather animated. I was still too far away from them to make my presence known to him. It didn't stop me from taking my phone out of my pocket and taking pictures of all this. In frustration, Frankie yanked her arm away from Charles and screamed, "Take your fucking hands off me you creep." Everyone in the bar looked over and Charles just smiled, got up and left. Hotel security got to Frankie seconds before I had and I had alot of explaining to do. Thank goodness Frankie remembered her training and kept her mouth shut as I explained to security it was all a misunderstanding. She agreed with everything I said and security was left to just shake there heads and walk away wondering just like Frankie, 'What the hell was I up to?' Her silence on the way back to the hotel and in the elevator simply reinforced my first instinct. I had to tell Frankie what I was going to do about it and as soon as we got back to our room. To do so outside would make our business known to others and this was our business, not theirs. Even when I closed my door and Frankie came through the connecting door already in the process of taking her clothes off, her voice etched with so much pain said, "Please my Master. Please let me shower alone, this body has been sullied and I must clean it for you before you can once again own it." The sadness in her eyes was unnecessary. To me she had done nothing wrong but I also knew this was something she felt in her heart she must do. I nodded in agreement and watched as she stood and slowly walked into her own room to shower. I suppose in her mind she wouldn't bring the dirt of his touch to my bathroom. Sighing to myself I set up my laptop downloaded the pictures and searched for a number on my phone. "Mitchell Harper." "Hey Mitch, It's Jack." The pause as he mentally joined the sound of my voice to the one name I gave him was barely a second. "Hey Jack, I wasn't expecting this call. I thought you were at that seminar over in Atlanta?" "I am. Mitch, are you near your computer?" The sound of him typing something and then a pause as he told me he was into his own account took a few moments. I sent him the pictures and waited. Mitch typed something and then silently mumbled 'the son of a bitch'. It was left to me to tell him that Charles had decided to make my PA his pet project for the length of the seminar. One of the pictures could clearly see Frankie's anger as she shouted at him to take his hands off her. "Dammit Jack I'm sorry about this. You have my word it will be dealt with tonight and Jack, again I'm sorry. We will talk again in three weeks when you two get here. I've personally spoken to Francine as the arrangements for your visit were finalized. It's good to put a face to a voice I just wish it was under better circumstances." Frankie's Story Ch. 03 "So do I my friend, so do I." We wished each other a goodnight and parted still friends. Frankie came into my room a few minutes later still looking worried. I think the thing that pissed me off the most was that she felt I had to once again reclaim something that was given to me and we both knew what she expected that would entail and that's the part that pissed me off the most. It's not for someone else to tell me how to treat both my girls yet by his actions I was now being forced to do just that. Frankie came back into the room pausing for a moment at the door. She took a deep breath and then came to me, stopping just in front of me her head bowed. "You understand this is not necessary. You have done nothing wrong and I have taken care of everything." Her head slowly came up to meet my gaze her eyes ready to tear up. "That man placed his hands on me in a manner that could lead people to believe I was his. I'm not his I am yours." Her cheeks flushed as her memory of the incident at the bar came back to haunt her. "Please, my Master, take this slaves ass and once again let this slave know she is owned and forgiven for unwittingly placing you in this position." "You know you will bleed if I agree to this?" Frankie once again nodded her head; her whole body seemed to shudder slightly before she once again took control of herself. "I have pads with me. With your permission I will wear panties for the time that I bleed." I knew I could stop this in an instant and possibly give her some other form of punishment even though she had done nothing to deserve it. But, I was beginning to understand Frankie's thinking now. She was constantly telling herself she was being tested and in her mind she couldn't allow herself to fail me. I truly think we were heading for one of those talks but we needed to do it back at the cabin and not on the road. Charles Winston interfered with my life that evening. He took it upon himself to glue himself to Frankie and in return she felt this was a test she could not fail. The pause in the conversation must have made it feel like it was time. Frankie simply got onto the bed and onto all fours and waited. I joined her moments later. The first slap of her ass sent her forward on the bed momentarily, she quickly placed herself back into position and waited, the second and third slap were aimed at each ass cheek. It was then a gentle moan escaped her lips that grew louder as I cupped her pussy. "This cunt is wet slave." Instinctively she tried to raise her pussy and push it deeper into my hand. As two fingers entered her pussy muscles seemed to try to pull me deeper into her. My finger took on a seesaw motion as I pulled juices out of her pussy and ran both fingers over her clit; she gasped and tried even harder to keep still. In Frankie's mind I had to punish her and that meant to take pleasure using this body and to not give pleasure in return. As strong willed as Frankie was I knew she needed the pain to cleanse herself of his touch. Using her pussy as little more than a cum pool I scooped two fingers worth of her juices and pushed it deep into her ass; twisting my fingers around the rim of her anus as I did so. Her flower slowly opened up for me. The willpower that was holding Frankie so still amazed me; not once did she cry out; not once did she scream. Finally satisfied with her flower now so open to me I adjusted my position and entered her. The bulbous head of my cock slowly disappeared aided by her juices that leak so heavily from her pussy. Several times her body would stiffen and just as quickly relax again. A whimper and then tears would be heard as more of me invaded her ass; pushing the inner walls apart; and stretching at the scars from past invasions. Even as we settled on a rhythm she would still force herself back on me. The slapping sound as our bodies met concealing her own gentle moans. As much as she would try and deny her body and tell it that this was a punishment she had to endure her body refused to listen. The sensual meeting of cock and ass sending untold pleasure codes to her brain forcing her to submit to its pleasure despite the reason for my cock's presence in her ass. This erotic joining was too much for us both. My own climax was near. Instinct forcing me to place my arm under her and with one final thrust I lifted her adjusting her position one more time. My cum shot deep within her causing her to fight her own approaching orgasm with grit and determination. To her, this was a punishment she was to endure. Her own orgasm to her mind would mean she had lost and Charles had won. That thought alone kept her orgasm at bay long enough for her to deal with it in a fitting way. Yes, there was pleasure to be had from this whole episode but not at the expense of knowing she was here to be punished for not keeping Charles at arms length and telling her Master sooner. No sooner had I pulled out from Frankie's ass she excused herself and returned to her own room. The shower started up almost immediately. I showered and expected Frankie to join me. I found her on her knees in the bathroom waiting for me to finish. When I asked her why she hadn't joined me she told me that she didn't want to get her panties and pad wet. I thought it best not to push to hard for the truth this time around. ******* We had no sooner queued up once again gain entrance to the seminar when a young lady approached. She looked familiar yet for the moment I couldn't place her. To emphasize her point she stood in front of us and smiled. "Mr. McManus, my father sends his warmest regards." She then looked towards Frankie. "Francine, my father sends his apologies and hopes that the incident last night with Mr. Winston does not leave you with a bad impression of our company. Mr. Winston does not reflect the policy of the company. My father has gone to great lengths to make our company family orientated and since Mr. Winston's disgraceful behavior last night we have removed him from the seminar." All three of us left the line and walked over to one of the restaurants. As we walked the young lady finally introduced herself and only then did I recognize her from the many photos Mitchell Harper has on his desk and around his office of various members of his family. Samantha Harper was her father's troubleshooter. The stories that circulated about Miss Harper told of her being a no nonsense bitch. It helped that I did my own research when Mitchell Harper's people came to me with a request for help on a computer design flaw. Someone who owns a company the size of Mitchell Harper's doesn't come to small fish like me without a reason and I needed to know what that was before I got too involved with him. Samantha stood out amongst her family, graduated a first at MIT's School of Engineering yet she never took up a post in her chosen field. Instead she became her father's trouble shooter and her reputation grew with each year. When she turned up people crap themselves and run for cover. When the coffees arrived Frankie turned to Samantha and said, "Miss Harper, what has happened to Charles Winston?" For a moment it looked like Samantha was going to lie. The pause was momentary but it was there. Finally she smiled and said. "Normally we do not discus personnel matters outside of the company. However my father has made it clear that he wishes total honesty with you on this matter." Samantha looked at me as she spoke. When Mitchell Harper put the phone down on me he called his daughter along with two of the company security team they flew down in the company jet and walked into Charles Winston's room. He was in the middle of entertaining a woman who wasn't his wife at the time. The woman was asked to leave and Charles was relieved of his computer and credit cards as well as his swipe card for his office before he was escorted out of the hotel and back onto the company jet bound for home to answer some questions from her father. "So how long do we have the pleasure of your company Miss Harper?" I asked. "Please, Samantha is fine. I'm Charles's replacement for the rest of the seminar so we will know doubt bump into one another at sometime this week. In fact, how about both of you joining me for dinner tonight as my guests and the only friends I have here. So, please accept or I will be stuck in my room watching paint dry all evening and you wouldn't wish that on a lady would you?" We all laughed at the picture she painted. Samantha Harper was a head turner and a poster girl for babe-of-the-year. There is no way she would sit in her room alone all night. She would only need to drop a tissue on the floor and anyone with a pulse and under the age of dead would rush to pick it up for her. But we accepted her invite to dinner and then all moved, once again, to join the line of people heading to the seminar. One thing I did notice during the day was that when I sent Frankie on jobs she did so with a spring in her step once again. The whole episode with Charles Winston was, in her mind, now closed. As for me, I had my doubts. Something in Samantha Harper's statement didn't ring true and I just couldn't put my finger on what that was. Both of us spotted Samantha at odd times during the day. The pussy hounds made a bee line for her until they found out who she was and then beat a hasty retreat. The seminar organizers were euphoric that Mitchell Harpers daughter was amongst the guests and fawned over her as well. Frankie and I simply smiled and waved on occasions and left her to it. She could handle herself. We did catch up to her or rather she seemed to be waiting for us as the seminar finished and everyone made a rush for the exit or the bar. She took up position one side of me as Frankie walked the other side. The pervert in me did smile to myself and wished I had a picture of this moment. "How on earth do you manage a whole week of this?" Both of us laughed at her obvious relief that the day was finally over. "In your case I would suggest flat shoes and business suits. In my case it's stamina. As for Francine, she gets to sneak out and hide for hours at a time while I'm left to endure the mundane gossip amongst the technical stuff I came here for." As we parted company, she said she has some shopping to do and a soak in a bath before dinner. We confirmed the time and left. The drive back to our hotel was all talk about some of the speeches that day so we didn't get any us time until our journey back to join Samantha for dinner. It was Frankie that finally put into words what I had been thinking since we had met Samantha. "You don't trust her do you?" It was a fair question and I answered it the best way I knew how. On the journey I told her all I knew of Samantha and the reputations that followed her. I hastened to add that I never put much stock in gossip and I even admitted that today was the first time I had ever met her. Yet in the next breathe I did mention that I knew of at least three guys who were just as qualified to attend this seminar on behalf of her company and admitted two were married but one I knew was still single. Yet it was Samantha who came here to clean up the mess left by Charles Winston and stayed on to take up the slack left by Charles's departure. Samantha was way too high up in Harper Industry's hierarchy to be coming to such a seminar. It simply felt wrong. I was looking at this puzzle and too many pieces just didn't fit. Maybe they would before the end of the seminar, but I strongly doubted it. The dinner was great and Samantha was the perfect host keeping up a steady stream of little stories and embarrassing moment she has had in her career. It was only when we were away from the restaurant and sat drinking coffee that Samantha gave herself away. "That's an interesting necklace you have there." Frankie stiffened slightly but very quickly regrouped. "Thank you." We had never discussed others seeing her necklace and to be honest I never see a reason to. The necklace was designed in such a way that it could well be looked at as a high class piece of fashion jewelry. It was only when you either took a very close look or know of its background and the person wearing it that you understood its true nature. Samantha watched Frankie's reaction. Before I could intervene Samantha leaned closer, her hand outstretched and said. "I don't wish to make it look like I'm staring at your chest. Perhaps if you took it off so I could take a closer look at it." Frankie smiled and gently shook her head. "This necklace has brought me good luck so I'm not taking it off. By all means look at my chest as long as you choose to but my necklace stays on." I sat watching this duel between these two women with interest. They clearly had the measure of each other that was for sure. Samantha simply smiled once more leaned back into the chair and resumed her story telling for another ten minutes before we all agreed it had been a long day and it was time for us all to head for bed. It was only when we all approached the reception desk that Samantha Harper gave us both her final parting shot. "You seemed to have broken with tradition on this trip Jack. I asked reception what room you were in earlier and they told me you weren't registered at the hotel for this seminar." She was smooth about it I had to give her that. "That's because I leave all my travel arrangements to my PA from now on. It seems to run smoother than the 'turn up and beg for a room approach' I used to use when I was doing all my own travel arrangements." The smile and nod of her head didn't fool any one of us. We hugged and wished her a good sleep and I drove us back to the hotel. "When daddy dies, who gets the company?" When I looked at Frankie she was simply staring at me waiting for my answer. "The answer to that would depend on who you talked to. The main consensus is that Mitchell Harper has been grooming Samantha to take over complete control since she hit puberty. She has one older brother who is happy working for the company but doesn't want boardroom access. He is happy being one of many. The two younger sisters are the same; one is a happy housewife and the other is still working her way through collage." Frankie paused for a moment while she listened to what I said and then digested it. Her last statement on that topic for the evening came as we pulled up outside our hotel. "She is hiding something. She is on a fishing expedition at the moment which would explain why she's here instead of one of the three other choices you thought could have turned up." Of that we were both in agreement. ******* Throughout the rest of the week we bumped into Samantha from time to time. She had taken my advice and bought flat shoes and business suits. She still looked hot even dressed like that. Frankie admitted to both seeing and talking to her whilst she was away from me making her arrangements or sorting requests from me. My speech at the seminar was in conference room three at one o'clock. The place was well over three quarters full which surprised me since most of those that attended these seminars always seemed to take rather long lunches coupled with a nap to sleep off the liquid refreshment. Samantha was in the front row made some notes and listened intently during the question and answer session of my speech which alone lasted almost an hour. It was unprecedented for a seminar which confused me as well. We caught up with Samantha once more before the end of the seminar. Dinner was on me this time and she was the perfect guest. Not once did she push the conversation in any way other than keeping all three of us entertained. We hugged once again and she said she looked forward to seeing us both when it was time for me to visit her father. When I said that depended on whether or not her father will send her to put out another fire somewhere. Her face seemed to harden slightly before she smiled and said that she would make sure she was around. Even as we packed and headed for the airport Frankie and I concluded that Samantha was an enigma. It was obvious that she had an agenda yet neither of us could work out what it was. Between work, business meetings and travel Samantha Harper became a distant memory over the next two weeks. I got a call from Mitchell Harper's secretary three days before we were due in Salt Lake City. It went from odd to downright weird in the space of one phone call. Frankie and I had earmarked two days with Harper Industries; most of my time there was simply a courtesy call with a quick run down on two programs that I thought may help his company although they were still in there early stages of development. They were showing signs of increasing performance by five percent. Now I was being asked to tag another two days on the end of that trip no less. But fate intervenes in many things. For the first hour of every morning either before or after breakfast depending on the time zone I'm in I always call the heads of every department for updates on projects. Yet, it was Marlon that told me that Mrs Gillins had been in a car accident the evening before. He made the mistake of not telling me as soon as he found out about it. Frankie immediately contacted the airport and sorted out the return trip and I went into shout mode when I found out from not only Marlon but the rest of my department heads knew last night. I called Mitchell Harper's secretary as soon as I put the phone down and cancelled his visit due to a family emergency and, as far as I was concerned, that was what it was. She was family in my eyes and some were going to be brought to task over their neglecting to pass the information to me. We got to see her later that evening. She looked like she had been pushed off a bus and run over by a herd of cows on their way pass. But, other than that, she told us she was fine and her car took the brunt of the damage. She was ordered to stay in hospital for the rest of the week and I flat out agreed with the doctors. The conversation of a home nurse was passed around and the evil glare I got from her in return left me with no doubt that that wouldn't be necessary. As her last remark on the subject was that it was bad enough being stuck with nurses for another four days without having one in her house as well. It did seem pointless trying to push my luck with her. My next ports-of-call was my department heads. Frankie knew what I had planned and smiled when I told her. She said that she never wanted to make me mad... ever. When they all filed in I ripped into all of them. I then told them all that the reason I go to these seminars is because I prefer them to be hands-on with all the projects we were dealing with. But since none of them could be trusted any longer to keep me informed about anything other than what's in front of there noses I'm staying here from now on and I put them all on the roster for the next six seminars we had that year. The shouting matches that followed were so much fun. More so when Frankie came into the meeting room and handed each of them travel plans and itineraries for each of their seminars in the coming months. Two of them even had speeches to give. The resignation threats were handed out and acceptance on my part made them all stop and think about it for a moment. "You're not only department heads but you're my eyes and ears as well while I'm away. We are a small operation here and I don't employ people to sit here all day and fill me in on what's going on. I rely on you guys for that and since you chose not do that I'm staying here and you're all going to do my job. Give your wives the heads up and inform them why it's happening because if I get an irate wife on my phone I won't sugar coat the truth." Frankie's Story Ch. 03 The next few months saw me follow through with my threat and each department head came back regretting not informing me of what was going on while I was away. Frankie now had her job down pat and many of the staff went to her first and keeping me free to get on with not only covering for the department head that was away but keeping an eye on Mrs Gillins as well. She wasn't happy about me doing it but had little room to maneuver on the topic. ******* "I seem to have been neglecting you." Frankie smiled and she crawled onto my lap. "You forget Master I work with you and know what you're putting yourself under. I know my fun time will come and I look forward to it when it does." It was now I pulled out my trump card. "Well you won't have to wait long; Red has a week off from filming. So, guess where she plans to take her vacation time?" She squealed and hugged me tighter before asking so many questions I had to tell her to stop. I then let her know that Red should be here late tomorrow afternoon while we are both at work. I also planned to take a few days off. More to see if my department heads really did get the message or do I need I repeat the lesson. The smile that lit up her face as I placed the thick leather collar onto the bed simply got wider as she took her usual collar off and gently placed it on the cabinet by the bed so I could replace it with this one. Frankie lay down and closed her eyes. Her cheeks flushed a beautiful red color as she heard the click of the ties now connecting her to the bed. She tried so hard to control her breathing and inwardly I smiled. Frankie's own excitement clashed with her nervousness. "These last few weeks you have been greatly tested so tonight I'm going to give you a treat my dear sweet slave but before I do I wish to give you one more choice. Ball gag or no ball gag?" Frankie's chin arched, exposing her neck to me. Her veins stood proud and her whole body just glowed. "I choose no ball gag my Master because it would deny you a hole in this body for you to use." Even I had to pause for a moment and look towards her; something was different about her tonight. Frankie's body had an air of anticipation about it. It was then I realized something. "You have been talking to your sister." Again she smiled. She had been found out so it was a waste of time doing anything but admitting it. "My Master you did not say I could not talk to my sister." "You are sisters, why would I refuse you something like that?" It should come as no surprise since Shannon and Red spoke daily so it stood to reason that Red would continue to talk to her sister even though that was now Frankie. "Then you know this is going to hurt and you still refuse a ball gag?" "If you choose to hurt me Master then who is this slave to deny you the right to do so?" Even as we talked, even as she uttered those words to me as a slave would to her Master. Frankie knew what I was asking of her. Red had told her everything just as a sister would and should. By now Frankie had opened her legs as far apart as I had ever seen her do so. She knew what I was going to do and she didn't even flinch. She just opened her body to me accepting what it was I was going to do. Frankie's own imagination was now in overdrive thinking of the whispered secrets that pass from one sister to another. Those shared thoughts and dreams; those pains and pleasures that were tumbling through her mind assaulting her senses causing her own body to process those same thoughts and instructions and feel her own body act upon them and in return to feed her mind to force sensory overload. Devour every pain and pleasure of that evening and send it back up the synapses so both mind and body can join and be as one. Finally placing ankle cuffs on her only added to her senses being pushed to their limit. Her arms instinctively lifted and rested above her head and the wrist cuffs snapped shut with a finality that said more than any words ever could. Her eyes locked on the blindfold that twirled around my finger. Frankie tried to smile and failed. We were entering a new world for Frankie. I have never blindfolded her before. I thought I was going to have to spend time exciting her but it seems her own imagination and body had done that for me. The wet patch under her ass was a clear sign of that her pussy lips already bloated and her juices freely leaking from her exposed pussy. I took care when I pushed the biggest vibrator I had into her pussy. Frankie's body gave me the signals I needed when she had enough in her that I paused to give her time for her body to adjust. We had all evening so I didn't mind taking my time. She sighed and the triumphant smile came back. Her pussy lips were clearly stretched to there limit around the vibrator. With a small wriggle of her hips Frankie then thanked me for being patient with her. I was sure glad I had blindfolded her so she couldn't see me shake my head and smiling. Setting the vibrator on low for now I went back to watching and waiting. With a huge vibrator in her and her lips now acting as a seal, the juices from her pussy had all but ceased so I needed to be quicker than I wanted to be. Frankie's ass was a no go zone for me since the four had done so much damage to it and, although she refuses to want to listen to the truth, it is a permanent reminder of how fragile she now is and always will be. I could still take her there, that was a given between us, and she once told me that she would always carry pads with her if we are away from the cabin for when she bleeds. But for now it would always be a reminder that she was a casualty of Randy's stupidity. But we both knew that at times like this when both of us wanted to have fun and suffer the consequences of our actions later then her ass was just as open to me as the rest of her body and I fully intended to use every part of it. "Just remember slave the first two orgasms are yours. The rest of the evening they are mine." It was then her smile faltered. Frankie simply nodded her head as her body began its own headlong surge towards its first of the night. It was also then that I pushed a small egg vibrator deep into her ass. Her body lurched upwards a few inches and I took advantage of that by turning the big one in her pussy up another setting and the orgasm that ripped through her left her screaming at the walls of the cabin. Her second orgasm followed the first as it too rampaged through her body, that's when all deals were off and I swiftly pulled the big vibrator out of her pussy. The cum that rushed out of her soaked her ass on the way to soaking the bed as well. It was also then that I pushed two fingers into her pussy causing her lower body to rise to accommodate them. When my hand bumped against bone I turned my fingers upwards and found her pleasure spot. Her mind was on the defensive. She had her two orgasms. Her body was now mine. The egg vibrator in her ass kept her on that high as my fingers brushed her little nub her toes would do their own dance as she fought with her entire being to hold back as long as she could. My finger continued to stroke that small area of nerve endings that relayed her pleasure tenfold to its outside source, to call to it, to make it understand that the two orgasms they had received now had to be paid for. Her upper body tried to rise only causing the leather collar to bite into her neck. My fingers once again sought out that shielded little lump of nerves that screamed small jolts of electric throughout her body. Poor Frankie didn't even have it in her to ask if she could cum. Her voice had failed her in favor of her screams. Her whole body was a sweat soaked lump of meat too spent to do much of anything anymore. My whole hand was so wet from her juices that even I had trouble staying connected to her pleasure nub. Her hands pulled hard at the leather cuffs holding her to the top of the bed. She gasped and quickly adjusted her breathing desperate to stave off asking for permission to cum. Her whole body was aglow the heat that radiated from her was simply amazing. I changed tactics for a moment forcing my hand against her pussy lips and each time I did a little shudder from her pussy seemed to radiate up her body making her pull on the cuffs that held her wrists once again. Frankie seemed to need control of her hands yet wouldn't ask for such a thing. I was curious to see what she wanted to do. My hand sought out the quick release and her free hands finally grabbed hold of the collar in a desperate attempt to find some solace from it. Her knuckles white with a grip so tight that the leather bent inwards. It was clear to see she didn't want the leather collar removed but her hands seemed to seek it out, to hold it, perhaps as a physical reminder that she is who she is. In an act born of a need from release she dug her heels into the bed and lifted her body weight onto her shoulders and heels. She was desperately close to orgasm. To fight against something that gave so much pleasure was so hard for her and as my head rested so close to hers I whispered her permission to cum. Her orgasm burned up through her throat and out through her mouth as though finally released from its charge the remnants of her orgasm now deflated in on itself. Frankie was now nothing more than a panting wheezing orgasm ravaged wreck with a smile that lit up the room. It would have also been unfair to seek my own release at this moment. The fact I was able to do this to a woman made me smile but I also realized I had abused her pussy and she would surely be sore in the morning. Her own need to equal the balance would come in the morning and, sore or not, we would make love very slowly and with great care. It would be a contented joining. ******* I would have to say that life for all three of us was getting along just fine. Frankie was happy in her job and found it challenging enough. Everyone in the company treated her as my PA and I could find her gossiping by the coffee machine with the rest of the girls from time to time so I knew she was accepted. As for Red, almost the first words that left her mouth when we came in was that this was going to be her last film and that she had put her business up for sale. So, yes all was well in our world. Then Samantha Harper walked into my office. End of Chapter three. Frankie's Story Ch. 04 (This story interlocks with each chapter so if you come into this story other than the beginning, then you may well scratch your head at some of the comments within this chapter. I've tried to make this a glimpse into the lives and lifestyle of three people. They chose to keep there lives private, isn't it strange how life never lets that happen.) * Frankie and I were deep in discussion over the itinerary for our next round of seminars and customer visits. We usually leave the door open so neither of us saw her leaning against the doorframe; we don't even know how long she had been there. "Don't you think you had better make Harper Industries your first call since you had to cut the last one short?" We both turned to look at Samantha. She was stunning as ever. I subtly nodded to Frankie and she took her leave asking Samantha what she would like to drink. Samantha took a seat as Frankie left to get Samantha's drink closing my door behind her. I sensed the same undercurrent from her that I felt at the seminar. I waited for her to say something letting the silence weigh on her. She seemed to have come to terms with something since we last saw her more than six months ago at the seminar. "How is your friend, the one that you had to cut short your trip for? I heard she was involved in a car accident." "She's fine thank you. She had to stay in hospital for a few days but she's back at work now. All of us are spoiling her rotten much to her annoyance." I felt my own annoyance growing over the increasing unwarranted pressure Samantha is bringing to bear. It is clear her father only lets her loose when he wants someone taught a lesson or a part of his company isn't performing to his standards. The fact she is here now left me wondering if Mitchell Harper believed I fell into that category. If so, then perhaps it was time to close the book and walk away from all dealings with him. "What do you want Samantha?" Her smile faltered slightly. She clearly had something to say and I was becoming more irritated she kept stalling. "Why Jack, what an earth do you mean? It's simply a friendly visit", her voice thick with sarcasm. Her statement would have been funny if she wasn't irritating me so much. I placed my elbows on my desk and looked intensely at her. "Samantha, you're a beautiful woman. You make people nervous when you walk into a room because your reputation precedes you. Your reputation is well earned because you make the hard decisions and make sure they are carried out. What you do you do for the good of your father's company and you do it with integrity and diligence. You have always dealt with me fairly and well. So, I'm going to give you one more chance, what do you want?" She paused and stared at me intently to see if I had ulterior motive for what I just said. I stared back. "Are you afraid of me Jack?" Just as I was about to answer Frankie came back and placed drinks in front of both of us. She was about to leave again when Samantha asked her to sit down. Both looked at me and I eventually nodded in agreement. "I'm going to come clean Jack. It's going to take a minute to do that because I need you to understand something before I do. My father plans to expand his business once again and throw a good chunk of the work your way so he asked me to check you out. I'm very thorough Jack as you know I take my job very seriously." "I had planned to come clean when you visited so I talked my father into extending your visit another two days. The accident put a wrench into my plans so I took it upon myself to come here instead, 'Into the lion's den' so to speak." By now I have had enough. Samantha seemed to be spending a great deal of time talking yet saying absolutely nothing. Looking at my watch I then looked over to Frankie who has a worried expression on her face. "Get your coat Frankie; it's time to go home. If you will excuse me, I have things to do." Samantha went white, her mouth dropped open and she seemed at a loss over what to say next. She sat watching as I headed for the door grabbing my coat. Frankie was already in the middle of putting hers on when Samantha's mouth suddenly went into overdrive. "Your name is Francine McManus your father is a prominent lawyer and a partner in his law firm. You're his niece, you're also his slave and you have been for the last six months. There is one other a Maureen O'Connell although she goes by the name of Red. She has been his slave since collage." Frankie was frozen to the spot and actually looked like she was on the verge of tears. I acted as though I wasn't listening to her and simply continued to put my coat on and place papers in my case to work on later. Eventually my head came up and I noticed that both girls were watching me. "Thank you for the history lesson Samantha. Now, since our business has finished you will have to excuse us but it's been a long day. We will be heading home. Goodbye." Samantha stood and, for the first time, fear crossed her eyes. "Please Jack. No one knows any of this you have my word. I need to talk to you. I could come out to the cabin later and we could discuss this there." I made it look like I was thinking about it. Then I shook my head and said no telling her that our home is private and I refuse to let her anywhere near it. She should be here ten tomorrow morning if she wanted to continue this one-sided conversation. I followed Frankie out of my office leaving Samantha in the middle of the room staring at our backs as we left. "What are you going to do?" "Don't worry Frankie I have that already covered." As we pulled up to the cabin Red came out to greet us. "Both of you collar up and I want you both in tee shirts and shorts for tonight." Frankie rushed into the cabin. Red stood and waited as I drew closer I gave her a quick rundown on what had happened in the office. "Is there going to be trouble?" Shaking my head, I added, "Let's just say that things may get a little interesting this evening. Here is what I want you and Frankie to do if ..." Red nodded and went into the cabin to change. I then took my case into my den and started working on the papers I had brought home with me. Samantha arrived two hours later. I watched her car pass my window, got up and stood by the cabin door with both the girls behind me. She took a few minutes in her car gathering her thoughts then took a deep breath and exited the car walked towards the cabin. "I said I would see you tomorrow Samantha." She continued to walk towards the cabin her smile as disarming as she could make it. "I understand that Jack but what I have to say is important and also confidential." Samantha had mounted the steps and stood in the middle of the porch. The only thing blocking her way was me. Both the girl came out of the cabin passed me and split up walked five paces behind and at either side of Samantha kneeling on the deck facing her. "You don't listen, do you Samantha? Do you ever listen?" I stared at her, our eyes locked and she seemed to shrink back slightly. I slowly walked behind her stopping close to her. Her whole body shook for a moment before she took control of it once again. Her eyes fixed forward never leaving the door to the cabin. I spoke into her right ear, "You were given very explicit instructions and you didn't follow them. This is my house, my space and you came here uninvited. You disobeyed me." Her whole body trembled once more before she found her voice again. "I... I'm sorry... I... please I need you to listen to me." I moved to her other ear. She practically jumped when I spoke, "No." "I... I don't understand." "It's simple Samantha the answer is 'no'. Now leave." Her head slumped for a moment. I thought I saw her shoulders shake before she pulled air into her lungs. "Please you have to listen to me. It's important." Once again I moved to her other ear and again she jumped when I whispered, "Had you come and spoke to me when we first met I may have listened. Now your behavior shows it's no longer in you. What you see is an echo of your past Samantha so the answer is no." This time her shoulders slumped. I moved away from her to give her access to the porch steps and her car. Samantha must have heard me move because what she said next burst from her mouth so quickly that nothing short of desperation urged it onwards. "Please Sir test me. Test me now and if I fail I will know." Both Red and I looked at each other. Samantha had caught me unprepared. Red was now frantically shaking her head. "I'm not your 'Sir'." A new found strength seemed to have come to her; we could all hear it in her voice. "I may have not earned the right to call you Master and until I pass any test you give me you are to be treated with respect Sir." Samantha seemed to take my silence as an opening and she pounced on it grabbing it with both hands. Her whole demeanor changed as she desperately pled, "I am lost. Please Sir, test me. Let me show you." Red was still shaking her head when I glanced at her. We both knew why. My gaze then went to Frankie. Her eyes still focused on Samantha. The pause in conversation made her look towards me and then back to Samantha only to return to me as though she herself was looking for her own answers. Finally, Frankie looked once again at me and briefly nodded before her focus returned to our guest. I made a gesture towards Red who then glared at me but nodded anyway. She stood and walked into the cabin. Moments later she returned with the thick leather collar I use to tie the girls to the bed and placed it around Samantha's neck with the locking mechanism still open. "You wish to be tested but I have my doubts. Leave now and what has happened here will never be spoken of again." Samantha's arms moved from her side and moments later I shut the collar around her neck. I'm almost sure she knew what was going to be said next. I commanded her to remove her clothes, fold them and set them in front of her. I still had not moved from behind her and I knew I would not do so tonight. This is a test and not bonding. I have to say even though I refused to stand in front of her I can see she has a most impressive back. Her blonde hair stopped just below her shoulder blades. She had that all over natural tan with no tan lines and one hell of an impressively tight ass. I may be looking at only her back but what I was seeing clearly showed she took time to work out... a lot. I did not intend to push her. Yet, it is her insistence to be tested pushed me to do just that. I had to remember it was she who is forcing me to have to deal with her this way. She came here even though I told her I would see her tomorrow and she ignored my command. This is my home. It's why I took so much time and effort to buy the land around my cabin so that I could have my privacy and Samantha Harper ignored that. Be it out of need or arrogance I had yet to find out. Pretty soon she was going to figure out what her test was and I wondered how she would cope. Of course, the fallout from administering this test and her failing could be interesting. Her clothes were all neatly folded and just in front of her. Samantha was totally naked and waiting for my next command. After a pause I told her to kneel on her clothes. Kneeling down by Red I whispered in her ear what I wanted Frankie and her to do, she nodded to Frankie and both stood and walked back into the cabin leaving us alone. I remain silent observing Samantha's reaction. Samantha was becoming more anxious. A couple of times her body would shudder before she would take back control of it. It was Frankie who came through the door first. She knelt in front of Samantha and offered her a glass of water and holding a pitcher in her other hand. "Take it and drink everything that is given to you. You will not be drugged. You will be fully aware of what you are doing at all times here. You are free to leave at any time by stopping the test and ending everything." Samantha took the glass and steadily worked her way through the pitcher of water. When that was finished she went to hand her glass back to Frankie who shook her head rose up and walked back into the cabin. Moments later Red appeared and knelt in front of her and the process continued. For nearly half an hour both girls patiently knelt in front of her and fed her water. With each passing minute Samantha was getting more and more agitated. It was Frankie who broke the silence, "You know what my Master wants from you, if it's within you it will come out." She let out a small giggle as she answered Frankie, "Oh it's within me all right. I just pray that Armani will forgive me when I let it all out." Frankie smiled nodded her head slightly and continued to watch Samantha. The smell of pee began to invade the porch and soon a small stream of liquid appeared from under Samantha's ass running between the gaps in the decking and then out of view. The clothes she was kneeling on are now thoroughly soaked. Finally, she handed Frankie her glass back and waited. She jumped again when spoke close to her ear. "Put your clothes back on. Red will show you were you will sleep. You have tonight to think about what it is you want. You have the keys to your car. Use them if you need to and, if that's what you choose to do, this afternoon will never be mentioned again." Samantha didn't move. The soaked clothes beneath her reminding her of what she had just done. Finally, she drew breathe and lifted herself off the decking; squatted down and picked up her clothes; and very gingerly set about putting them back on. Frankie looked towards me; it was clear by her manner that she wanted to help her so I nodded my head and stood further back. Frankie picked up the rest of her clothes and held them as Samantha got dressed. Red watched from the cabin door until Samantha was fully dressed. She exited the cabin then walked passed us down the steps. Samantha turned to follow and that's the first time our eyes met since all this had started. Her eyes were moist she had come close to tears over this small part of her test. She paused before descending the stairs saying, "I will pass this test Sir and when I do please let me talk openly to you. I need you to listen and understand, two traits I know you have in abundance." "Who said your test is even remotely over?" Her body involuntarily shuddered before her shoulders slumped in understanding that this was just the beginning. "I understand. But what you saw as arrogance was my own uncertainty about how to approach you. I will gladly continue to be tested until I have earned my time to talk to you." There was something about her as she spoke. Her mannerism reflected a silent acceptance of the inevitable. Her eyes held within them a grim determination. I caught the movement of her arm and looked as her hand came level to me. Instinctively I held my hand out and Samantha placed the keys to her car in my hand and then she followed Red towards the barn and the cot I have in there. By the time Red had returned from the barn I had thrown a bucket of water over the spot that Samantha had peed. She stood and looked at the wet patch for a moment. "Please consider what you're doing. You're collecting waifs and strays again. I'm sure she has her reasons to be here but it's my duty to protect you. I am your slave but I also gave my word to Shannon that I would protect you and this whole situation could get very messy. She is dangerous." Other than nodding my head I had very little to say but plenty to think about. Red moved back into the cabin to make dinner and Frankie came and sat with me, as she got herself comfortable I let her know that since Red gave me her opinion it was fair that I heard hers. After a moment Frankie said. "You knew she would come here. In the car you said you had this situation covered." I smiled as I realized what I had said to her. I told her that I had my doubts about being associated with Harper industries so I got someone to check them out. The corporation and the Harper family came back clean except for Samantha. That's when I got a PI to really check the family out. As it turns out Samantha was into BDSM in collage and, like her with Randy, she got into some trouble. Her father interceded and things got a little ugly but money talks and the boy Samantha was with quietly left collage and faded away. Samantha resumed her studies. "So, that's why you spoke to her like you did just now. Her submissive side has resurfaced. But how did she find us? We have been so careful." I held out my hand. Frankie placed hers into mine and moved to sit on my lap snuggling in closer and a gentle sigh of contentment escaped her lips. "She actually told us the truth. Her father is in the middle of buying the guts of the company that the Sanchez brothers built. The feud between them is forcing liquidation of the whole company. Mitchell Harper plans to run it as a subsidiary after merging some of the technology into other divisions." She gasped when she realized. "Harper told Samantha to check you out because they need to bring you in on the transition and to help with the technology integration." I hugged her tighter and smiled. "Somehow we left a trail and Samantha followed it. Her old needs resurfaced and that's why she is here or at least in part." For such a long time Frankie sat and stared at the barn. I knew where her mind was. She would ask me soon, I knew she would. "Please don't be angry with me Master but may a sleep in the barn tonight. She is alone and no slave should ever be alone." Once again I hugged her and told her I could never be angry with someone who cares so much. Frankie was close to tears and hugged me back. I did warn her though. She was to have dinner first and then take Samantha hers. I did not want Frankie to talk to her so I would insist on a ball gag until the morning. "She has choices to make Frankie. They are significant choices for her. Yes, she can use you as a sounding board but you must not influence her. The gag will deny her that. You will both shower together in the morning and then take a long bath together. Let's face it, by tomorrow the both of you are going to smell something awful and I'm already going to get it from Red for smelling up the cabin." ******* Red and I watched Frankie walk to the barn with Samantha's dinner in her hands. I had personally put a holed ball gag on Frankie and she smiled as I did. She knew she would be sleeping with it on, although I seriously had my doubts if either of them would get much sleep tonight. So, some relief on her part was mixed in with the smile. "I will get us a couple of blankets." "Why?" "Oh, come on let's not fool ourselves here. What you did to that girl is completely foreign to you. The action you were going to take against here instantly changed when she called you Sir and Frankie and I know it." I was still not getting Red's meaning. "You aren't going to sleep tonight just thinking about both of them in there. You plan to serve your own penance and that means we are going to be out here all night watching a barn that isn't going anywhere. It will still be here in the morning." It was my turn to chuckle. "How did you get so smart?" Red was now on my lap and had wrapped us both in the two blankets, a warm and contented woman. "I went to collage remember and besides Shannon saw how smart I was and gave me a part of you as a gift that I never realized I needed and every day I thanked her for it." This time we both laughed. The pause that came next was for Red to focus on what she wanted to say next. All I did was sit and watch a barn that didn't move. She was right about that. "Shannon knew from the day she met you that you were the one she would spend her life with. I don't hold much stock in this love-at-first-sight nonsense but she did. The thing she quickly realized was that the both of you together would be dangerous. She would willingly do anything you told her to do and you were still young enough to make mistakes and either got caught or hurt each other." Frankie's Story Ch. 04 The fact that Red was talking about this meant something to her so I let her continue. "Yes, I had a few kinks and, sexually, still wanted to experiment but Shannon knew that as soon as I met you I would be hooked on our lifestyle. But, she also let me in for a reason and it's the same reason you did. You also give me more maneuvering room than you ever would to Shannon or Frankie." There was nothing between us yet she wriggled a little in an effort to get even closer. Red was leading up to something. Now was that time. "My master I simply urge caution with this one. She is in the process of laying herself bare to you in the hopes you will accept her just as my sister did not more than six months ago. Please take your time; you have plenty of that to make the right decision." I made my promise to Red that evening and we talked for many hours before sleep stole her from me. Our lifestyle was just that... ours. We have no rules but the ones we agree to and lived by them. Some we adjusted as our relationship grew and evolved and others we discarded as outdated. To the strict by-the-book Masters I was, no doubt, looked on as a weak Master. After all, who would accept a slave that lives a thousand miles away for well over half the year? Yet, what they don't see are the benefits. To someone like Red the glimpse of freedom is all she needed. Her reluctance to return to Hollywood showed me that and the proof was when Red announced that she was finished after this last film. In her mind she was a slave. There is only one person she would ever call Master and we both reaped the benefits of that power exchange. As the sun made its slow progress up the mountain Red stirred and woke. She shook her head when she realized that I had not slept but remained silent. I broke the seal of our cocoon and, after we showered together, I told Red I was going into work for the morning. "They will come out soon. Feed them and let them shower together and make sure they bath together. I will be back by one o'clock. So, if any of you need to rest do so. There is a lot of ground to cover when I get back. She has a story to tell and she needs a clear head to tell it." Red paused and then nodded her head. The fact she didn't say anything was a telling sign so I asked her what the problem was. "My Master we will all have the advantage over you. We would have rested while you have not slept all night. May I make a suggestion?" I nodded watching her closely. "I know what time you will return. They do not. Allow us to take Samantha to Doctor Kellerman for a checkup and tests. It will give you the rest you need and she can tell her tale to a rested Master." My smile gave me away. The nod as I left simply confirmed it. Once I hugged Red I left for work still trying to get a handle on what may be going on in Samantha's head. Frankie came into the office at half past ten. I looked up but I couldn't get a word in. Frankie started in as soon as the door was shut. "Boy, can that girl talk up a storm. Well, I finally managed to get the smell of her pee off of me and it was a good idea to shower first. The bath was just heaven." Frankie finally stopped talking long enough to look over to me as she sat down. "What? You didn't expect your PA to go missing when the owner of the company is in, do you? When the owner is in so is the PA. Plus, I figured out from Samantha the hole she found that led to our discovery. I'm now in the process of filling that hole in and our lives can, once again, be ours." I just shrugged my shoulders which annoyed her. She was in a talking mood and nothing was going to stop that short of a ball gag so I let her. "My sister had already phoned for an appointment with Doctor Kellerman." As she said that she looked at her watch. Nodded once and looked at me again. "They should be leaving in about an hour. Her lover in collage was called Arnold Hamilton III and, from what she told me, a real piece of work. Her father got involved when she couldn't explain away the broken arm he gave her for not sucking his dick after he had just pulled it out of her ass." I saw my opening and I just couldn't resist it. "That's an idea. I think I will try that on you tonight." Her whole conversation came to an abrupt halt. Frankie's mouth was still open and her eyes let me know she was in total shock. Try as I might I couldn't keep a straight face and the stomping out of the office on the pretext of getting us both a coffee left me sitting there trying not to howl with laughter. By the time Frankie returned I was putting the finishing touches to the itinerary for our next trip. I heard her put the tray down and scribble a few notes as we bounced ideas off of each other for the next hour. Mrs. Gillins stopped by and sat in Frankie's seat looking at the wall we had taken over as our organizer. What was once just a plain wall now had bits of paper, post notes and news paper articles taped to it. She studied the wall for half an hour and then left shaking her head telling us it was the strangest wall paper she had ever seen. The phone ringing made us look at the time and then each other. It reminded us that it was time to head for home. I was the closest to it so I answered it. "I'm going to have to drop by and test the water over at your place Jack." "Oh. Hi, Doc. Why would you want to do that?" "This never ending stream of women coming into your life... It has got to be something in the water." "Not really Doc. I put it down to my stunningly good looks." Frankie could hear him laugh clear across the other side of the office smiled and then winked at me. It took a moment for Doc Kellerman to compose himself before he got down to business. "It was good to see Red again. I checked her out while she was here. I figured I may not get another chance until the film she's working on is over." "Any surprises?" "Not really Jack. She keeps herself in good shape doing her job in Hollywood." The Doc paused trying to work out how best to say what was on his mind. "Jack. Red has told me she plans to have her Norplant taken out in six months." "Yes I know about it Doc. I will be with her when she goes to have it taken out." The relief in his voice could be heard over the phone. "Would you like me to research another form of birth control for her?" "No need Doc. Can you put her back on the pill for awhile?" It was plain to see the real question he wanted to ask. But he has always been a patient man and would be willing to wait however long for an answer. "So how did the check up and the STD test go for Samantha?" "Medically she's fit. As you will know, I have to run the rest of the tests so you will have to wait for the results, as usual. I will send you both updates when I get them. I touched on birth control with Samantha and she told me she isn't on any. So, you two really need to have a talk and get back to me on that. She has another appointment in three weeks. She says that it's in sync with your schedule so I assume your both ok with that." Something didn't fit right with what he had just said. He said, "Yes," when I asked him if she actually said three weeks was fine with both of us. I moved it to three weeks and a day. The Doc laughed and said he would change it. He also understood why I needed to do so but I shouldn't play party games with his surgery. We wished each other a good day and still smiling I put the phone down. "All is well?" "Yes, she is fine. She does need a few lessons in compartmentalizing and assumption is very high on her list it seems. I suppose she still struggles with giving over her life but we can sort that out between us. Did you know she had no birth control?" Frankie nodded before replying, "Yes she mentioned it in the barn last night. You need to ask her the last time she had sex of any kind." I suppose it was consistent with what the doc said. After all, if you're not having sex why bother with birth control. But that would be a topic for later and we needed to head back home. ******* Once we were home I sent both the girls out on their run while I spoke to Samantha. We sat at the kitchen table with our drinks for our conversation. "You understand your world will turn upside down now?" She nodded, "Yes I know, but I have been careful and done my research. I fucked up at collage and my father had to rescue me. I let a sadistic bastard run my life and while I was convalescing with a broken arm I realized then that I had to take great care the next time." "That was some years ago. Why has it taken you this long?" "I never found him... I mean you. Once I give I give freely. But I'm not stupid. My father has had me watched for many years waiting to see if I will return to this lifestyle. Remember, I'm going to run the company someday and in his eyes a submissive in charge is a weakness to his company." I snorted a laugh. She seemed to want me to explain myself, I chose not to. "Exactly what do you want Samantha?" The pause as she worked out what to say was punctuated by the girls coming in and heading for the shower. I told them both to collar up and tee shirts and shorts. Both stopped dead in there tracks for a moment looked at us both and then finally leaving for the shower. "You don't have to do that you know. I have seen naked women before." I waited. She had not answered my question and I didn't feel the need to explain my actions. Eventually she spoke. "My job keeps me on the road for many months. I actually like my job but other than my parents' house I don't live anywhere else. I could never see the point of getting an apartment when all I'm doing is paying for it and not living in it. So, in a sense I'm asking for what you allow Red." Many things became clearer then. She had done her research that was for sure. "And what do I get in return?" Her answer was very quick in coming, "Me." Even as she said that one word I didn't hear it. I was to busy cussing myself for my own stupidity. Frankie told me but I didn't listen. That coupled with what Samantha had told me this evening I now realized just what it felt like to be Mitchell Harper's puppet. As I stood, both the girls were coming out of there room. I told Frankie to go back and get dressed and then turned my attention to Red. "I'm taking Frankie with me. I want you to stay and keep Samantha company. Keep her away from every phone in the place and especially her cell." Both nodded and split up to do as I asked. I made a few phone calls of my own while I waited. It took me eight calls to find what I was looking for and once I had both Frankie and I were out the door and heading east. It took me until we pulled into the motel car park some twenty miles from my place to explain everything I suspected. Frankie got out and spent a few minutes charming the guy at reception before he gave her the information we needed. Two minutes after that I was knocking on the door to room 217. Mitchell Harper answered a few second later. He took one look opened the door and let us both in. I nodded to a chair and Frankie sat and watched Mitch as he went to the bar and helped himself. Once he had emptied the contents down his throat he spoke. "I had it in the back of my mind that you would figure it out Jack. I was hoping you would take it all at face value and we would never have this discussion. It's good to finally meet you Francine." Frankie just smiled and nodded at him never once taking her eyes off of him. "Would you care to explain?" Mitchell Harper nodded and then put his drinks glass down. "First off Jack I want you to know that I love my Family. They are all a constant joy to me and the only reason I'm still alive. It was my wife Peggy Sue that noticed it first and then brought it to my attention. Samantha wasn't like the rest of the children which was highlighted in college when that scumbag broke my little girls arm. Peggy Sue is smarter than me Jack. She sat me down and explained to me what Samantha was. I had never heard of a submissive Jack." At first Mitchell Harper took it as an insult to his manhood that his own flesh and blood was so weak. Yet his daughter was the same person who could walk into a room and grown men would head for the exit or suddenly think of a very important reason why they needed to be the other side of the building at that moment. Almost every week he would go home and tell his wife about Samantha. How people were actually afraid of her? This submissive thing must have been just a phase in her life. "I told Peggy Sue for a submissive Sam could sure scare the crap out of a room full of some of the most powerful men in my organization. I've watched her tear into directors with multi million dollar budgets before Jack, she was her fathers daughter and no doormat that was for sure." But Peggy Sue warned him that unless she found the right man to be her Master he couldn't hand her the company. The stresses would destroy her. The stress of knowing all this and not being able to sit down with his own daughter so that they could talk about it was also started to tell on Mitch but then one of my programs came to his attention and that's when fate lent a hand. "As a policy I get some of the people that get close to me or my family checked out. You came into that bracket Jack and that's when I found out about you and what you are. I gave your file to Peggy Sue and once she read it she urged me to talk to you. I couldn't do it Jack. My pride was a barrier between us. I couldn't let you have my little girl knowing what people like you do to women." What Mitch Harper had said so far had answered one other question. His wife runs the house. "Your wife gave you an ultimatum didn't she?" Mitch nodded in surprise. The fact that I knew this intrigued him. "Yes, she did about a year ago. Samantha had started to change in small subtle ways that only Peggy Sue noticed because she was looking out for them. Even though I had tried to introduce her to suitable men she rejected them out of hand as weak or arrogant. She would disappear for days at a time and not tell either of us where she had gone. We knew we had no right to ask. She was a grown woman but my wife said I had to do something or we could lose her for good." "So your wife sent you to me?" Mitch shook his head and said that her ultimatum came two days before he had heard about Shannon's death. It seems while I was dealing with the funeral Marlon had to go to Harper Industries head office to deal with a problem. This raised Mitch's interest and he found out about Shannon. "I would stick my hand up and admit I know so little of your lifestyle Jack. But I know a man in pain when I see one. I was at her funeral Jack. I stayed out of the way and watched you in your grief. That's when I knew even though I didn't want to ever admit it out loud to anyone but Peggy Sue but that's when I knew." That's when he looked towards Frankie, who was just doing as I had asked her, she was to sit and watch Mitchell Harper. "Then enter stage left Francine McManus and I watched you all even closer. Could a man hurt his own niece? Could a man leave her black and blue and put her in hospital? Or, would he look out for her and treat her with the respect I would want him to treat my little girl?" Her face paled slightly. This we hadn't discussed even though I suspected it would happen. It was also why I brought Frankie with me rather than Red. Mitch Harper asked her point blank if she was my slave. For such a long time she looked at him and then looked towards me. I nodded, allowing her to answer. "If my Master leaves me black and blue it's because I asked him to. Each bruise is earned. It is mine and I will cherish it for as long as it stays with me. If you're asking me if he is a sadist then, no, he is not. If you're asking me if Samantha will be manipulated by him then, no, she will not be. We are all tested on a daily basis because we wish it that way. Every goal I achieve pleases him and in turn pleases me." Mitch walked to the bar and got himself another drink and slowly recounted the time I had phoned him with the pictures of Charles manhandling Frankie. He was at home when I phoned. As the pictures came on the screen Peggy Sue was by his side. Both of them decided right then to send Samantha. The additional security team was there to bring Charles back. Samantha was told to clean up the mess he had left behind and stay for the rest of the seminar. "My wife told me to put you both in the same area and let nature take its course. I had hopes, Jack. I just didn't ever want you to think it was my idea. This is Samantha's dream and I can't stand in her way. If I do I'm not sure what will happen to her and just imagining what can happen down that road give me the creeps." Something was still bugging me so I asked Mitch. "Those extra two days. What were they for specifically?" It was Mitch's turn to smile, the first time he had all evening. "Shall we say Peggy Sue maneuvered Samantha into asking me to extend your visit for another two days? It was going to be my wife's way of finding out about Francine and to get her own impression about you. Samantha was going to use the time to form a bond with you both outside of work. She told her mom that she was so nervous around you at the seminar that she may have blown it." "So why are you here now?" "Because she is Mitchell Harper's daughter and if you reject her request for the same status you give Red then I wanted to be close enough at hand to pick up the pieces. In two years time she will take the reins of the company, Jack. That's practically a full time job. I understand her need now just as I know you're the man that can give her both the space to run my company and fulfill that need to be a slave. There just isn't that many Masters out there with the willingness to allow her to be that powerful and just as submissive." We stared at each other. Mitch had said all he had to say and I knew all I needed to know. Turning to Frankie I nodded and she stood and headed for the door. I waited until she had left before I turned to Mitch one final time. "I'm taking all three girls out tomorrow from ten in the morning until four in the afternoon. We are going on a picnic. Remove every listening device and camera you have in and around my cabin by that time because I will have the place professionally swept the day after. My place is off limits to all that aren't invited there." I left Mitchell Harper by the door to his room with his jaw open staring at me in amazement. Frankie drove us back home. The urge to ask her opinion was close to overwhelming but we both knew that Red had to be in on this. It was also time for just a little payback for Mitchell Harper using me like he had. ******* When we arrived back home both girl rose from their chairs on the porch greeting us. Since this was going to be a group decision I held it at the kitchen table. All eyes were focused on Samantha; she knew this was going to be the only chance she had to argue her case collectively. Part of me was interested at her sales pitch. In a sense she was not only selling Samantha Harper the troubleshooter for Harper industries but, more important to those around the table at that moment, Samantha the person and the slave. It was those two parts that all the three of us were truly interested in. "Tomorrow starts a new day but we have yet to get through this one so I'm going to ask you one last time. What do you want?" Both girls watched Samantha and she tried to sink deeper into her chair. "I know myself. I'm barely hanging on now. I'm a submissive and have been one since the day I was able to figure it out in my head but that doesn't make me anyone's fuck piece." Frankie's Story Ch. 04 She looked up from the table and then at both girls before her gaze settled on me. "I want a man I can call Master a man who will give me what he gives Red. I need to look after the company. There are too many people impacted for me to walk away or for me to hand over to someone else only to see it fail. In return, I will be a slave when I enter this valley and this cabin. All that I am will be yours." It was Red that spoke next. I suppose since she was named in this she felt she had a right to comment on it. "Can you drop everything when your cell and your Master tell you he needs you? Can you know in your heart that this is home and anywhere you are outside of here is nothing more than where you rest your head? Can you look at every other man or even woman straight in the eye and tell them no?" Samantha's eyes swept her audience and finally locked on me. Her cheeks flushed and her eyes moistened. The biggest smile came to her lips as question after question tumbled through her thoughts and was answered in the affirmative. She nodded her head and eventually said, "When my Master calls I am but a heartbeat away. When my Master stands with me I am home and when my Master looks at me he will only ever know the word... yes." Both the girls looked directly at Frankie. The silence within the room was becoming oppressive. "When I first came here I bared my soul to my Master. I had so little experience to offer him but what I did have I gave freely and what he has given me in return has been worth the pain of that first day. Understand what you want. My Master is many things but a magician he isn't. Never be afraid to seek out his advice. He will always have time for you." Samantha rose from her chair and leapt up and down before she finally calmed. "So you accept me?" Frankie just smile and looked a bit embarrassed by Samantha's actions. "I am but one small voice. It's my Master that makes that choice." Frankie wanted to say more. I interrupted her before she had the chance. "Samantha. Go and have a shower." All three girls quickly turned to look at me. Samantha nodded and got up and left. Red and Frankie followed me into the play room. Even as I pulled objects out of drawers they kept silent. It was only when we were between the play room and bedroom that I stopped. Both girls almost walked into me. "When Samantha comes out of the shower dry her off and I will place the leather collar on her and attach her to the bed. I need you both to have as much sex with her as you can using everything you have in your arms." Frankie looked towards Red. I'm sure this would rate as the most bazaar request I could ever give them. I continued to ignore there sideways glances at each other to give them the rest of there instructions. "You are only to stop when you are both exhausted. I don't care if you have to throw a bucket of water over her to keep her awake. You do not stop until both of you are satisfied." ******* Mitchell Harper was surprised to see me. He opened the door and let me in and for a brief moment we both stood in the middle of the room staring at each other. My eyes scanned the room looking for what I had actually expected to be up and running. "I know you have access to all of the cameras in my house so you need to pull up the camera in my bedroom." I'm sure the thought of denying it did occur to him but he did do the wise thing and shrug his shoulders pull his laptop from its case and set it up. Five minutes later the vision of Red and Frankie double teaming Samantha took up the whole of the screen. "You sent people to my house and violated my privacy; you wrapped it up in the excuse of looking out for your family as you trampled over mine. So now I'm giving you a choice. You sit and watch everything that happens until I say stop or I take a disc of what's going on there now to Peggy Sue and explain to her what she is seeing and why." A man so proud a family man that truly did love his family had little choice and for the next half an hour I made him watch his daughter being double teamed by Red and Frankie. His mood swung from wanting to rip my head off to just sitting there in frustration that he was watching something that he could do nothing about. The man who sat watching that screen was a father not the owner of Harper Industries; a family man who, by his own admission, loved his family more than life itself; and who has, over a period of years, come to terms with his little girl having a need that he could do nothing about. Once in a while he would wince as the scene on the laptop changed. I'm sure he was grateful this picture that was burning itself into his mind didn't come with the sound. It was only when I told him to turn it off that the veneer that held him together crumbled and he cried. Once the laptop was closed down and packed away again Mitch had composed himself. To be honest, I half expected him to come at me for doing this to his little girl and making him watch. "So what happens now?" I looked at his tear streaked eyes. "I've already told you what's happening tomorrow. As for the future, that's up to Samantha. The girls have accepted her and so have I." Mitch vaguely waved at the case holding the laptop. "What about the disc of that?" "Well, I don't know about you but I switched off my camera before I left to come here. I don't have a copy." The shock on his face soon turned to suspicion. I had nothing to hide from him so I just let him work that part out himself. I was walking towards the door he asked me the one question I had been expecting since all this started. "Jack, how long have you known?" I see no reason to lie to him. "About two hours after your people left my place. I live in a remote valley, Mitch. You don't think I have my own personal security system? I have discs of your people installing your equipment and I was tapped into your live feed by the evening. The only thing I didn't know until this evening was who ordered them to do it." This man had stuck his nose into a deeply personal area of my life and the longer he allowed his system to stay in my house the angrier I became. Yes, I understood his reason for not only doing it but for keeping it there but that's still no excuse. I decided that it was time for me to exact revenge in my way and showing his daughter naked and being well fucked just sat right with me. I had told Samantha that tomorrow starts a new day and it will be. I just had to remind Mitch Harper who the Master was before that new day started. ******* Getting Samantha out of bed the next morning was no mean feat in itself. We all took pity on her and both the girls helped her into the shower. Red stayed to help wash her. Frankie and I made breakfast and ate around the kitchen table. The odd smile still crept from person to person as we watched Samantha trying to find a comfortable sitting position. "If this happens everyday I may have to rethink my status as slave and change it to pin cushion." The roar of laughter and dropped cutlery sure broke any ice left between the girls. That was for sure. Frankie leaned across and rested her hand over Samantha's shaking her hand and telling her that it didn't happen often. But their conversation did open up a topic that had to be cleared up as quickly as possible. "Samantha, you understand that as a slave I can share you with whomever I please?" She paled. Frankie still hadn't moved her hand away and quickly gripped Samantha's for reassurance. Both there eyes locked on one another for a moment and Frankie gave her one of those shy smiled of hers that conveyed so much warmth. "I have given myself to you and all of you around this table have accepted me. I hope you will take into account the fallout on my family if whoever you share me with makes it public." The giggles from the girls seemed to confuse her. I couldn't tease her any longer on the topic since it clearly made her uncomfortable. "Both you and your father's research into my life is still a little limited. I am and always will be a very private person. The people you see around this table are the only people I will ever share you with." The relief on her face was clear to all of us. What made us all lose it was the comment she made afterwards. "Well, I won't have to fake a headache with you guys. I can see me enjoying my life from now on." Red chocked and then laughed so much she had to ask to be excused. The rest of us just laughed. I had to keep an eye on the time so keeping with how things were in the cabin I made sure all the girls were in t-shirts and shorts as we all climbed into the car and drove further into the valley. The small lake at the back end of the valley was an ideal picnic place and the high hills kept any breeze at bay making it a perfect sun trap. All three had gotten naked real quick and dashed into the lake to enjoy themselves. My mind rested. I love this place. Shannon found it on one of her exploration trips and urged me to do something about it. How could I deny her a place like this? So, I bought the land and Shannon, Red and I had a party here the day the deed exchanged hands. The warm wet body that lay over me brought me back to today. A giggling Red filled my vision when I opened my eyes. My arms wrapped around her and the kiss between us soon made me hard. Her hand wrapped around my hardness. "I'm already wet. May I find a place for this?" Her skin was so familiar to me. Her body yielded itself to my touch. Even as she swung her leg over me, my hardness was waiting for her. Red's warmth drew me to her. As her pussy lips touched and she lowered herself a gentle moan escaped her lips and as she bottomed out her smile just got brighter. Her nipple seemed to dance just out of reach, teasingly so. Red's giggle quickly turned to a sigh as my lips sought her nipple and I slowly sucked it into my mouth. My hand rolled her other nipple with my thumb and forefinger. The pain on my shoulder matched the pain Red felt as she bit deep into my shoulder. My lips sealed around her breast and my head pulled back watching her pleasurable flesh extend away from her body. That pain on my shoulder became so intense. The tingle both in my head and the pressure around my cock added to the rush going through our bodies. Only Red could do this to me. Only she could sense my moods so well. Red slammed herself down onto me. Her bite becoming even more painful as she ground her pussy harder into me her own breathing becoming more ragged as she fought so hard to fend off her orgasm. She was trying everything she knew about me to make me cum and not let go at the same time. The sudden movement and the sound of my hand meeting her ass at speed caused Red to clamp down on my cock and the pain in my shoulder eased momentarily before she resumed her bite. I slapped harder causing her to release her hold on my shoulder and her orgasm tore up her body. As she pulled away from me our eyes met. She was wild with lust. Her mouth covered in blood. I grabbed her head and kissed her tasting my own blood as she screamed her release causing me to cum deep within her. Hot cum pushed into her in spurts. Red continued to grind her pussy down on me. Her muscles demanding everything I could give her. My hands once again held her head forcing us to part. Red was gasping for breath. Her eyes still wild. Her hand came up and wiped away the blood from her mouth both our chests smeared with the blood from my shoulder. As Red calmed my gaze went beyond her. Frankie and Samantha were knelt ten feet behind Red. They had seen everything. Frankie looked scared and Samantha wasn't sure what to think. I was careful to lift Red off of me. She tried to stand but her legs gave out so I picked her up and carried her into the lake with me to wash the blood off of both of us. The water calmed Red enough for her senses to return and she looked on with some concern at the bite mark in my shoulder. Neither of the girls had moved from there position by the sun lounger, even as I sat back down wrapping a towel around Red as I did. It was Frankie who stated the obvious. "You're bleeding." I simply nodded my head and grabbed a hand towel and placed it over the wound, Red held the towel down and applied pressure to it for a while. "Damn that looked intense. Do we all get to take chunks out of you?" Red tried to smile. She blushed and then made herself look very busy inspecting the wound. My worry was Frankie, she sat there very quiet looking very afraid. "This worries you?" All Frankie could do was nod her head. I sat and waited her out. "Please my Master I don't understand. Please help me to understand. This has never been spoken of and even now I am unsure how I should feel." Perhaps Shannon never mentioned this to her in their talks or, if she did, Frankie didn't understand and therefore placed it to the back of her thoughts. Turning my head to Red I told them both to swim out to the floating platform in the middle of the lake. She was to explain everything answering any question that Frankie had. Red quickly nodded stood and waited for Frankie. Samantha and I watched them swim over to the middle of the lake, climb onto the sun platform and then knelt facing each other. I could only assume they were talking. It was too far to hear anything or even see lips move. It was a good ten minutes before I spoke again. "You have questions?" Samantha nodded her head. Looked once more towards the middle of the lake and then back to me. In the moment she looked over at the girls I moved directly in front of her. She jumped when she looked back. "You're new so I offer you but one choice. Do you wish to learn or be punished while you learn?" She paled slightly and the gulped in air. "Why do you all speak funny? I know you never speak like this out in the real world so why do you do it here?" I smiled. I suppose it came natural to us. It's going to take Samantha slightly longer. "We are who we are in the real world. When we are here or together in a special place then we are master and slave. For us to keep both lives apart we have found a way to talk to each other that shows respect and we are comfortable with." She sat and thought about this for a moment and then said, "Am I going to have to learn this?" I smiled when I said. "If it is within you, then it will come out." My smile vanished in an instant when she looked behind her to see what Frankie and Red were up to. The slap across her tits soon got her attention. "Fuck that hu..." Her last word caught in her throat. Instinct made her hand come up to protect her chest. My second blow swiped her hand away. It was then her world imploded in on her. Samantha forgot where she was. The troubleshooter came out in her and the submissive took a back seat. "Take your fucking hands off of me." She paused as she realized what she had said. Her eyes watered up. She stood and took a step back. She opened her mouth but nothing came out. Both the girls were swimming back to the shore. I just looked at Samantha. We both knew this will not have a happy ending. By now both the girl had sprinted up the bank and stood either side of Samantha who dropped to her knees. "Frankie, please take our guest to the hotel. Just point her to the room. You don't need to get out of the car." My thoughts of Samantha had ceased. Holding Red's hand we both took the short cut back to the cabin. I heard the car start and then I didn't hear it at all so I assumed they must have left the valley. I told Red about Mitchell Harper placing a surveillance system in the cabin on the way back. "So he knows everything." I smiled at the anger she placed on those few words. "Not really. I put a loop into his system that showed us sitting and talking or me working in the den when it came to 'us time'. I was thankful that his system didn't have time and date stamps or it could have been a lot more complicated." "What are you going to do with Samantha?" This time I just shrugged my shoulders. "Nothing, she couldn't get passed the basics. I think that either she has been out of the loop for too long or perhaps she was never a slave at all." "I know this isn't what you want to hear but she is every bit a slave as I am. I understand why she wants the status you give me and we both know that very soon I'm coming home to stay forever." It seemed like a moot argument since she was gone. So, I left it alone. Frankie found us in the hot tub about an hour later. The worried look on her face concerned me so I got out of the tub meeting her half way. "I'm sorry but I didn't know what to do. She would not get out of the car." The sound of Red laughing carried over to us. I chose to ignore her. The 'I told you so' conversation would come from her soon enough. Telling Frankie to join Red in the hot tub I went out to the car. Samantha was staring straight ahead. "Go home you don't belong here." "This is the only home I know. This is the place I want to learn to talk your funny language. This is the only place I belong. I'm new and I need to be taught, teach me." "Step out of that fucking car and I will hurt you not just punish you but hurt you. So, go home to your folks and leave us in peace." Ever played truth or dare? I never realized until the next day that Samantha thought that's what I was playing. I was actually being truthful and just saving her a great deal of heartache. Going by what happened at the pond it was obvious to me that she couldn't compartmentalize her life. The troubleshooter in her was always waiting beneath the surface just wanting to get out and overwhelm her submissive self. The click of the passenger door coupled with Samantha standing next to the car with her eyes steady to my chest told me she knew what was coming. Despite her time at collage she was still a novice. We both knew she would make mistakes until she learned to release the submissive within her and not let the person she has to be outside take over. I knew she was placing herself in my hands in the hopes that I would help her but that didn't give her reason to challenge me at every turn and make stupid mistakes that even a novice wouldn't dare make. Even with my strength it took two damn good pulls to get her t-shirt off of her. She corrected her stance after both attempts. Samantha quickly stuck her finger into her waist band and pushed down her shorts. It saved me pulling them off her body but it still pissed me off that she moved. "Master please!" Red and Frankie stood by the door watching. As always, Red held that place within me and I heeded her words and the truth behind what she said. As I backed away from Samantha the tears burst forth from her. Nodding my head towards the girls they rushed forward to comfort her. I walked away and sat in the hot tub. I had broken one of my cardinal rules and let myself strike out at a slave in anger. It was inexcusable. "I'm sorry I made you angry. I was just trying to help. It always looks easier in the films doesn't it? In there one tug and every stitch of clothing falls off." "Get into the tub I can't see the point of you kneeling on the deck when you could be in here." I looked around for the girls. Both were conspicuously absence. Then the faint smell of cooking gently made its way passed the hot tub and I had my answer. "I understand this is my last shot. So, I need something from you. Allow me to talk to you without waiting for permission to do so. Give me a chance to make my pitch. I already know what you're selling. It's up to me to prove to you that I need this. If I fail I will walk away knowing that I tried, please." "This is our life not some sales meeting. If you talk to me on this then you have to talk to the others as well." Frankie's Story Ch. 04 Samantha vigorously shook her head. "Sorry, no. I have to prove it to you. Not my sisters. They already understand and give me there blessing. It's you I have to prove this to." Both of us caught the movement of Frankie approaching the door. She told us that our food was ready. I nodded. She smiled and left. Samantha quickly got out of the hot tub and held a towel out for me. I still saw no reason not to show her she still had one heck of an up hill climb ahead of her so I shook my head and said that guests go first. She winced at my comment but wrapped the towel around herself anyway. By the time I had got to the kitchen all three girls were waiting. The dress code of t-shirts and shorts still applied since I hadn't changed it. Frankie asked for permission to go into town with Red to watch a film at the cinema. Even as I agreed to this both she and Red couldn't stop smiling. It was plain to see what they were doing. So, I just told them that I'm not getting saddled with all the cleaning up so they could go after that was done. I have never seen a meal eaten and everything cleaned away in such a record time. Both the girls cleaned up, changed, kissed us and were out of the cabin within half an hour. That must be some film they were going to. I told Samantha to go and sit in the day room. I went and found something I had put away when Shannon had died. The ribbon was an inch wide and had a silver S in the middle of the ribbon, clasps at each end to secure around a persons neck. Samantha was wide eyed when I placed it on the coffee table and pointed to it before saying. "If that is what you want then you have to convince me. Your attitude at the pond showed that you are not ready for this. I don't deny it is within you but, Samantha, the company troubleshooter overrides that submissive and that's a conflict I cannot see changing." Samantha was growing more anxious. "Then take me into the play room and beat it out of me." If I have ever had a more tempting offer I really couldn't remember when but we both knew it would be pointless. "Samantha, it's not your body that needs to change, it's your mind. You tell me you wish for the status I give Red and you gave her good answers when she asked you if you could really handle that status but I still wonder if it's all just words." She shook her head and paused while she collected her thoughts. Her eyes never leaving the collar within her reach. I could see her struggling to keep from reaching out and touching it. I smiled as I watched her place her hands under her thighs. "When I went to collage it opened up a whole new world to me. I had the freedom to explore my true self but I gave my submissiveness to the wrong person. He was good for me in the beginning but instead of us growing into our relationship together he listened to the wrong people and read some strange shit on the internet about what he was expected to be like as a Master. The idiot believed it all and I came out looking like I should have Slave tattooed onto my forehead." "I tried to tell him that we should be doing this together and not listen to others. We needed to find our own limits and build trust between us. He refused point blank. He was the Master and what he said goes even though he was about as experienced as I was. My grades started to slip because he was putting so much pressure on me to do stuff I wasn't ready for." Even as I listened to her it felt like I was once again listening to Frankie and what Randy had done to her. "His dominance got to the point where he wouldn't listen to me anymore. To him I was the slave and he was the master there was no further discussion on the matter. He had become power mad and I started to become frightened of him." Her eyes took on that far away look as she recounted her father's phone call. He was concerned about her grades slipping. It was the first time she had ever lied to him. It was then that Mitchell Harper decided to keep a very close eye on his daughter. Within a month the idiot boyfriend broke her arm in a fit of anger. Mitch hired a female private detective to sit with her all through her time in the hospital. The boyfriend didn't know what to do when faced with a woman licensed to carry a gun. By the time Samantha was released her father had his own people waiting to take her home to convalesce. Her boyfriend had dropped out when she returned to college. But the damage was done and out of the flames of that relationship the hardened Samantha grew. Mitch Harper took advantage of that and started grooming her to take over when he retired. "I'm not telling you all this to try and get you to change your mind but I do need you to have all the facts." All I did was nod my head. Even what she had said so far had raised some questions. "Did Samantha the submissive try to come to the fore after collage?" "I'm sure it did. There where odd dreams and some were really graphic. But I was busy with Harper Industries at the time so I forced them to the back of my mind." There was something missing in her statement so I asked, "Until when?" "One year, five months and sixteen days ago." Even as that information tumbled from her lips, my mind had already attached its own importance to them. "The day Shannon died in childbirth." "Yes, when I found out I saw it as an opportunity to take over your company. A man in grief and as much money as you have would withdraw into himself and the company would falter. My father asked me to look into acquiring it since we already run some of your systems and they worked very well." No sooner had she stopped talking than she climbed onto my lap placing her arms around my neck. She looked deeply into my eyes. "I sense you're getting angry and you have every right to be. But you asked me a question and I'm trying to be as honest with you as I can. From the day I started looking into your background I could no longer ignore Samantha-the-submissive anymore. I wanted the lifestyle you had with Shannon and with Red. The more information I gathered the more it became self-feeding. I thought I hid it very well but my mother has a wavelength thing going on and none of us can hide anything from her." "I had been home reading up on some reports. I must have read the same page six times and even now I can't even tell you what it said. Mom noticed I was distracted and asked if I was ok. I told her yes but I had a headache and was going to bed. She watched me leave and said nothing." "I had one very bad night. The nightmares had gotten worse. When I woke mom was sat in the corner of the room in tears. That's when it all came out; neither of us left that room all morning. Even she told me I can't go on like this. She told me to leave Daddy to her but it was left to me to make the final decision. She urged me to approach you about all of this." Her tears were streaking down her face for some time. She wasn't crying but the emotions of telling me this much was showing on her. One time she tried to use her hand to wipe her tears away. I slapped it away and she accepted the gesture for what it was. "I must say for a first interview it was rather sloppy." The giggle came quickly so I knew I caught her unguarded. "You think?" She paused to look at me once again. I noticed something had changed within her. Her arms came around me and she kissed me on the lips. It was an expectant kiss that was both tender and full of hope for more. She tasted nice and the kiss I gave her lasted longer than I expected it to. "You have to remember my reputation precedes me long before I walk through the door. Yet you were totally unfazed by it. You didn't disrespect me or look down on me in anyway. So you tell me how was I supposed to come up to you and ask you to allow me to be your slave? Even on the plane down to the seminar I was at a loss. Mom wasn't any help either. She told me to follow my heart and be honest with you at all costs." I nodded my head before replying. "Sound advice." "Are you still testing Francine?" "Why do you ask?" "You have already told me that beating me will be a waste of time so test me." "No." Something was pulling at my thoughts and the more we talked the further away that chink of light seemed to move. Samantha opened her mouth and I held up my hand to stop her from talking. I needed to think back over all our conversations. I also needed Samantha away from me. Her being naked and wrapped around me is definitely a distraction. "Kneel." "What?" "I said kneel." Instantly she was on the floor beside me. The confusion she was trying desperately to hide was plain to see. Her head followed me and as I stood and paced. I worked backwards over our conversation of that evening. Suddenly I stopped and looked at her and I knew. End of Chapter four. Frankie's Story Ch. 05 (This story interlocks with each chapter so if you come into this story other than the beginning, then you may well scratch your head at some of the comments within this chapter. I've tried to make this a glimpse into the lives and lifestyle of three people. They chose to keep there lives private, isn't it strange how life never lets that happen.) I could see the anxiety growing in Samantha as I continued to pace the room and every time she opened her mouth to speak I would stop her. Finally, I sat down and offered my hand. She looked at it or more like grabbed it as if it was a life line. "This status I have given to Red. Your being here hangs on me giving you the same status, doesn't it?" She lowered her head and paused before she nodded. "Yes, I'm sorry but yes. My father plans to retire in two years when I will take over. We would have that time to figure out how to make this work between us but I can't be with you full time." "You listened to Red's questions and you answered them." Again she nodded her head. The grip she had on my hand started to make my fingers turn blue. "I meant every word. The gift you would give me would be returned tenfold. It is not a condition of your acceptance but as a mark of both respect and honor to you and your trust." "How long has your father allowed you to be here?" For the first time Samantha was confused about how to answer. In the end she answered honesty whispering, "My father and mother agreed that he would cover me for up to a month if required. Should I need longer then I was to phone him." I almost didn't hear her, she spoke so quietly, almost afraid that if she spoke any louder it would break some spell. At least the grip she had on my hand had lessened. "You have decided. I can see it in your eyes." I ignored her. I withdrew my hand from hers as I looked at her and pointed to the collar on the table. "That comes with conditions. In your case, or rather as a consequence of the status you want, it comes with almost intolerable conditions. I just hope you understand that." Without a moment's hesitation the smile burst forth and out tumbled her answer, "I agree. I will do it." Slowly shaking my head I sat down next to her and told her what the cost truly would be for her to wear that one small piece of ribbon. "Samantha, you have to be careful what you wish for. What you see in Red is a finished product. For months after I gave her the status you wish for she had doubts. Many times she would phone us and talk wondering if she had done the right thing. Shannon and I were supportive of her because we both knew she had goals she needed to achieve and a life to live. Red can see her freedom just as she can see her submissiveness." I paused and almost instantly Samantha's head came up to look closely at me once again. "There is a 'but' in this isn't there?" I smiled and continued. "More like self imposed rules. I own that body. You simply look after it for me so that I can use it whenever I wish. That means no men or women in your life. You cannot seek relief from anything other than with your hands. You will use pads rather than tampons from now on. The only male that gets his hands on your body other than me is Doc Kellerman." She paused momentarily then smiled, "Can we include cuddles for daddy and my brother?" She felt the pain before her mind reported the movement of my hand. I pulled her head back by her hair harshly. The yelp was the response I was looking for. "I seem to remember we were talking about your life here. Perhaps your undivided attention would come in real handy." The veins on her now exposed neck throbbed and she started breathing in short shallow breaths. "I'm sorry. I'm using humor to try to camouflage my nervousness." I gave her hair one last pull before I let her go. My hand went to her jaw and held her tight as I moved so close I could see the perspiration seep from the pores on her forehead. "Learn very quickly to stop doing it. You are your emotions. If you hide them from me then you are denying me what is mine." My other hand came into her line of sight and the discomfort she was in was soon forgotten as Shannon's old collar came into view. I placed it around her neck and securing the clasp. I've seen it in all the girls I have collared the swell of their breast as their shoulders go back in pride at knowing this small piece of ribbon is much more than just that. ******* The girls came in about ten minutes later. Both noticed the collar around Samantha neck and smiled. This was the time I had been both dreading and needing to get to. Once they had gone and changed returning in their own collars I sat all three down. "Samantha, You mentioned a time you regarded as a turning point for you. You had a very difficult night and when you woke your mom was in the room with you. I need you to talk about the dream you had." The color drained from her face. Her eyes darted between both girls and me. More than once her mouth opened yet her voice refused to come out. For some time both girls simply looked at her... waiting. Frankie's head turned to me a small smile danced its way across her lips before she stood and walked over to Samantha and knelt in front of her. Her hands rested on her face and both girls moved towards each other and kissed. Frankie held the kiss for a few moments before moving back to a kneeling position, finally her hands once again rested on her legs. "I choose to give you a piece of advice given by my sister. I have lived by this same advice ever since." Frankie turned to look at me and then at Red who smiled and nodded her head in understanding of what was about to be said. "My sister, look at the man in front of you and ask yourself this question. Does that man completely own you, heart, mind and soul? If you have even the slightest doubt about that then take off your collar and leave now. All that you are is his, all that you think has to be directed towards him, all that is in your heart you give freely to him. It is the way my sister. Your Master has asked a question. The answer should have left your lips a fraction of a second after your ears heard that question." A great sadness seemed to come over Samantha. Her body shook for a moment before she could take control of it. She then nodded her head towards Frankie mouthing the words 'thank you.' Frankie resumed her place alongside Red. Samantha's eyes grew distant as she both absorbed what Frankie had said and searched for a way to tell us of that night. "The torch went out the day he broke my arm. To me it was an experiment with that part of my life that ended in disaster. I was just grateful that I got the heck out of Dodge when I did and I was still alive to tell the tale. My research into you threw up some inconsistencies so I investigated more thoroughly. I didn't realize the torch had ignited again until the evening of the headache." Samantha quickly explained to both girls about how her headache had caused her to read a page of the report six times yet not understand one word. In the end she closed the file and told her mother she was going to bed. She had tossed and turned for a while. She even thought about getting up and starting in on the report again. Finally, she wore herself out and sleep took her. The nightmare of having her arm broken came to her again. Reliving the horror in her dreams sent sympathy pain shooting up her arm and into her mind. Disembodied giggles interspersed with her voice chanting "Master" breaks through her haze of pain. The giggling and chanting wouldn't leave her dreams. Pain again shoots through her body and she would gasp hoping for some relief. Two identical Samantha's sat across a table from each other. One would try to shout the other one down claiming her self-mastery and the other would just giggle and continue chanting "Master" which would send pain through her body. This in turn would incense the twin to scream louder pounding the table harder claiming that she is her own master. Finally, beaten down by the pain the hysterical self begins losing her strength. The pain was becoming too much for her and she burst into tears. The other twin reached across the table wrapping her arms protectively around her. With one more giggle the twin simply said to her sister that it was for the best and she would always protect her but her master and pain will always win out. "It was then I woke up screaming and burst into tears. It took me a few moments to realize my Mom was in the room. I had left the file on the table when I went to my room and Mom had read it all. She knew everything and had watched over me all night as my nightmare played itself out." Both girls sat mesmerized by the tale Samantha had just told. The tears went unchecked streaming down there cheeks. The mental battle within her must have been excruciating as the submissive and hardnosed Samantha battle for dominance over her life. All three girls where emotionally exhausted and we all needed sleep so I sent Frankie and Samantha to shower and sleep in their room. They quickly nodded and stood both hugging Red and I before saying goodnight as they headed for the shower. Red stood and came over to me sat on my lap snuggling close. "Do you ever feel old?" "Every damned day, it's only you girls that push it back. When Shannon, you and I sat in the collage canteen and worked out our lives and the logistics of living together I would never in my wildest dreams have thought I would ever hear someone like Samantha or Frankie talk like that. What we started was for our benefit. We had no desire to open our relationship up to anyone else and now look at us." I'm sure Red already knew what I was about to ask her. But she was Red and I had to tell her. We both knew she would but never on her own. "She needs to know the rules Red. I will need you to work with her over the next two days. You have the status that she is fighting so hard for. Work with her while Frankie and I are at the office." "She is young. I wonder about her tolerance to celibacy while she it not with you." "As with you, I took it on trust that you understood and you did. She has to know of the consequences of her actions if she breaks that rule. My instincts tell me that she will be okay about it but she has to know and fully understand all the rules that come with the status you have so she can finally decide for herself." Red nodded her agreement. She stayed silent as we both listened to the girls finishing their shower chatting as is sisters their age wont. The events of these last couple of days made me realize something and I cursed myself for being so thoughtless. I called Frankie back into the day room and waited for her to collar up and join us. "Once again I have found myself dividing my attention and not seeing to the needs of the individuals amongst us." I spotted Samantha just inside the door. She had not been called to me so she wasn't sure if she should enter. My attention returned to Frankie but I knew Samantha could hear me. "You and Samantha will sleep together tonight. You both have been under some stress these last couple of days and some relief will be helpful. You will take to bed only what you have on and in you both and enjoy each others company. Do you understand?" Frankie instantly nodded her head and smiled before getting up and wished us both a good evening. She hugged and kissed us both and left the room holding Samantha's hand as she passed her at the door. ******* For the next two days Frankie and I would drive into work while Red would either walk or sit with Samantha and discuss the hidden aspects of the status she had now been given. Once we got home all three girls would change and set off on their fitness regime leaving me alone to unwind and let my mind rest. Doc Kellerman called and told me that the tests were clear and, other than the repeated HIV tests, Samantha was fine. We talked about birth control and decided that Norplant would be ideal for her. I told him that she would get it done at the clinic close to her home and have the documentation sent over to him once it's been completed. We talked some more and I thanked him. All three girls came banging and crashing into the cabin announcing their arrival as I put the phone down. They were soaked in sweat and pointing and laughing at each other. I don't care what anyone says three women who get competitive with each other on a fitness run do not quietly enter a cabin. As I watched them enter I saw that familiar evil mischievous smile on Red's face I knew she was up to something. Red's sweat soaked body clung to me and we kissed followed by Samantha and then Frankie. I was intrigued by the order in which they did this and Frankie told me of the bet. The winner got first hug. So, I grabbed Frankie's hand and headed for the shower with me telling her that the loser gets first wash down rapidly followed by 'hey that's not fair' from the other two girls. Keeping the girls on their toes was an amusing and much needed diversion. Red was due back in Hollywood in two days. Her agitation would come soon. The only reason we hadn't seen it yet was because of her time with Samantha. The situation with Samantha continues to complicate our lives. Frankie and I were at work. She placed the phone down and she looked directly at me. The look on her face told me whatever this is isn't going to end my day very well. "You have a guest. Mrs. Harper is being escorted up." Moments later security escorted her in. The photos of her didn't do her justice. I could see where Samantha got her looks. Her whole being exuded an intriguing combination of power, poise and grace. I could also see why Mitchell Harper never strayed. She scanned the room and her smile came naturally to her as she opened her arms. "Francine McManus, it's so nice to finally meet you." Bewildered by the situation Frankie's manners automatically clicked in as she stood and hugged Peggy-Sue Harper before offering her something to drink. She asked for water as she sat down in the pre-offered seat. I kept seated and waited as the preliminaries were completed. Frankie left to get the water. Peggy-Sue sat staring at me before starting, "So, Jack. Have you ever had the mother of one of your slaves sat across from you before?" "You're here for a reason Peggy-Sue, what is it?" "Now Jack, that's not being polite." "If you want polite Peggy-Sue then get the fuck out of my office and my life." "I can't do that Jack; you have my baby in your care. I'm uncomfortable with the arrangement but she sounds happy so I'm allowing it." Her smile instantly stopped. Her eyes blazed as she struggled to take control of her temper that simmered just below the surface. "You're not going to do it to her Jack. I understand you have allowed her more freedom than many masters. But I'm not allowing that one final act before she leaves. It's disgusting and I won't allow it." For some unknown reason she had turned this into a staring contest since I hadn't replied to her. Finally, I shrugged my shoulders and said. "I once told your daughter to be careful what she wished for. It seems I also have to tell her Mom as well." "I personally wished she would marry a senator with a future in the White House. But we can't have what we wish for, can we Jack? You have my baby and I'm allowing that because you're making her happy but you're not going to do it to her Jack. I won't allow it." Frankie came back into the room with Peggy-Sue's bottle of water and a glass placing them on the table next to her. Peggy-Sue smiled thanked Frankie before she stood and walked out of my office leaving a very confused Frankie in the middle of the room. "That went well," said Frankie as she took the tray to her desk and helped herself to the contents of the bottle. I sat back in my chair and decided not to let what had just happened get to me. Then I decided that it already had. Work was useless for the both of us. The visit of Peggy-Sue Harper placed a massive distraction on both of us. In the end I decided I was the boss so we were leaving early. The visit also meant that I needed to make other arrangements. Frankie wasn't going to like what I am about to do but she had little choice. The results of the conversation kept me in the office longer than I wanted it to. Even the drive back home was in silence. Frankie was too wrapped up in her own thoughts to converse and I was wrapped up in trying to figure out how my private life had only taken eighteen months to turn to shit. Both the girls came out of the cabin confused at seeing us so early. "Red, take Samantha on a run. Make it a thirty minute one please." She paused to see if I was to add anything. When I didn't she nodded and went back inside quickly followed by Samantha. We watched them warm up and head off at a steady pace. Frankie and I packed her a bag once they were out of sight. The cab was due any minute. She spotted the dust cloud in the distance and turned to me, her hand outstretched. "We will not see each other for a two weeks my Master. Please leave me with the knowledge that my collar was placed on me by the man who owns me." I took her necklace from her hand. Frankie smiled, turned and lifted her hair to provide me access to her neck. I attached it and she turned back to me for a hug as the cab pulled up alongside the cabin. "I will see you in two weeks. Keep in touch with Mrs. Gillins. You have your card if you need anything. If you need anything beyond that contact her." Frankie nodded her head and then burst into tears, her head in my neck and her arms wrapped so tight around me. After a moment she loosened her grip, we kissed and she grabbed her bag and ran to the cab. Both the girls were back within five minutes of the cab leaving, both wanted to ask questions. I simply waved them towards the shower. I waited in the day room for them both using that time to compose myself and ask for the thousandth time if I was doing the right thing, "Samantha, Remove your collar." Before she could say or do anything else I had the jewelry box in my hand. Red instantly recognized the box. Samantha didn't recognize it until she saw the contents. The necklaces were identical to both girls other than the letter S on the heart shaped Pendant. She took one look and forgot her mouth was open. I had Red remove Shannon's old collar and replace it with the necklace. It was also time to keep everyone off balance. "As of tomorrow we are done here, Samantha. It's time for you to return to your home. I'm driving with Red back to Hollywood since this is her last time she will be doing this. I'm going to be spending time with Red before she goes back to work." Red accepted my statement but Samantha needed more. "Where is Francine?" "You came here with your cell phone." She nodded her head. I waited for her to acknowledge verbally. "Use it to make your arrangements for traveling back home. You're leaving tonight." It was plain to see that she wanted to say more. I just sat and stared at her. She got the message real quick. ******* On the two day drive back to Red's apartment I told her about Peggy-Sue's visit and her request. I waited for her to finish her rant and calm down before continuing. I told her what was going to happen and what I suspected would happen. I stayed with Red an extra week before taking the flight back. I dropped into in on my friends place first. "We shut down the power to the cabin and swept both the cabin and the barn. It's all clean other than your own security system that you had put in. We left that alone. The target drove to the airport and boarded a private jet back to Salt Lake City." Frankie's Story Ch. 05 "Thanks again Gordon. I'm going to be on the road for the next six weeks. I need you to randomly repeat what you did at the cabin while I'm away. Send the bill to me directly. I do not want my company in the loop." My next call was into Mrs. Gillins office. I let her know what Frankie and I had planned and that she would be getting updates from either Frankie or me over the next six weeks. The next time I saw Frankie she was in a sun dress at Honolulu airport. She looked totally stunning and had followed my orders that she do nothing but get herself a tan. Her pattern of finding hotels with adjoining rooms continued. Frankie came through the connecting door with her dress in her hand and only wearing her warm smile. We stayed in that afternoon. We went out to dinner to give our bodies some rest before repeating all we did that afternoon. We had a lot of catching up to do and we both took it very seriously. Our weeks' vacation was over way too quickly for my taste but visits to companies and seminars called so we boarded the plane and returned to our corporate persona. We were already a week into our journey when Frankie placed a newspaper onto the breakfast table. It was obvious that she wanted me to read the gossip section of the paper. The picture was of Samantha out on some social function. The gossips had the man pinned on her arm as her latest conquest. The picture showed a nice pearl necklace around her neck that went very well with her evening gowned yet no sign of the one I had given her. We both smiled as I read it and left the paper on the table when we finished breakfast. Frankie kept up with Samantha's antics via the gossip sections of the papers. There was no need to hire a detective to keep an eye on her when the society columnists were doing such a grand job. Even though I gave no credence to half the stories of her exploits the photos told their own story. Our first seminar was in Chicago. I was due to speak on the Tuesday so I didn't get as much done as I wanted to on the Monday. We noticed that Harper Industries representative was the one of the three I had told Frankie that could take Charles's place. It seems he had been very well briefed. He soon figured out who Frankie was and, although he was polite, he only ever spoke to her if I was around. By Friday Frankie had had enough; it was clear by the look on her face that she had bad news. The paper under her arm simply gave me the heads up over what had pissed her off. I read the newspaper first and then waited. "How long are you going to allow her to disrespect you? She is out of control." Samantha was arrested for DUI. The police had pulled her over on a broken tail light and the rest, as they say, was history. "She is not disrespecting me. It's her family name she is dragging through the mud." "But she is in every paper in the land. This is not how she should treat the status you have given her." "Frankie, let me ask you a question. It has been four weeks since you have seen Red and Samantha, how often have you spoken to either of them?" She paused to think first before answering. "Red I have spoken to seventeen times and Samantha once." "The visit from Samantha's mother pushed her out the door long before she was ready. Her mother interfered and she is facing the consequences of that interference. I don't like what's happening to her any more than you do but I can do nothing when her family keeps interfering." Frankie knew further discussion on the subject with me was futile just as I knew that she would talk to Red as soon as she could. She will no doubt get the same answer. We stayed in Chicago over the weekend after the seminar. We did some sightseeing and took in a show. The three companies we visited the following week established Frankie as the go-to girl when they phoned the office and couldn't get me. Flying into Dallas sent Frankie once more into orbit. We had no sooner landed than she was at the news stand. She was becoming obsessed and the news kept getting worse. Samantha was seen with a new guy hanging off her arm at some grand opening. It was clear that Frankie was incensed about all this and getting no reassurance from me was driving her to distraction. I let her rant right up until we went into our rooms before I pulled her over my knee and swatted her naked ass twenty times. "I'm only going to say this once. Stop buying papers if you can't handle the news. Leave Samantha to me and get on with being my PA, niece and slave in whatever order they apply. Do we have an understanding?" Gently rubbing her naked red ass she quickly agreed with me. For the rest of the evening we skipped over the topic of Samantha even though it was plain to see Frankie wanted to talk about it. Signing in at the seminar the next morning kept Frankie busy and then she went off to deal with the list I had given her. It took me a few moments to find the crowd I usually hang out with at these things and we got settled in. Frankie really was like a dog with a bone. She had found Donald Feldman by Wednesday, the Harper Industries representative at the Seminar, and, without introducing herself, bled him dry on the gossip swirling around Samantha. She had caught up with me back at the hotel and it was plain to see she just had to say something or bust. "Please my Master, allow this slave to speak." Even as I looked at her kneeling next to me I knew I wasn't going to like this. "Ok, what is bothering you?" "Samantha is out of control. Her Father has stripped her of her job and banned her from leaving the house. Her list of boyfriends is now in double digits and rising. Her moods swings have become so unpredictable that no one wants to be anywhere near her. Master, you must do something." For such a long time I looked at her. When she finally looked up from my chest and into my eyes her body shuddered. "You were told to leave this alone." "Yes, Master, bu..." "This has never been a negotiation Frankie. I told you I would deal with this you went behind my back and disobeying me. You followed my command to the letter but you knowingly broke the spirit of the command." Her head lowered in defeat. She knew she was about to be punished. "Make all the arrangements for your return flight first thing in the morning. You're going to spend the next six days with your folks." Frankie remained silent and nodded her head before saying, "I will obey." I got up from my chair got dressed and went downstairs to the bar. Somehow the urge to get very drunk just didn't appeal to me yet I hung in there for a large scotch anyway. When I got back to my room Frankie hadn't moved from were I left her. I told her to stand and then scooping her up into my arms and dropped her on the bed. At least she had a smile on her face. Crawling into the bed with her laying alongside her I carefully explained everything. I knew I didn't have to but I felt, just this time, I needed to. The conversation lasted well into the early morning. Frankie argued Samantha's case and, even though I listened, I still told her how it was going to be. She then tried to worm her way out of her punishment. That was a deal breaker so I sent her to the bathroom and when we had finished I hugged her in my favorite position and we slept. She had most of her clothes packed by the time I woke. The details of the flight came to her when we were at breakfast. I took her to the airport and saw her off. We both knew she wouldn't do such a thing again and holding firm to my punishment hurt the both of us in the short run but it was best for her. The seminar finished with a whimper rather than a bang. Frankie's conversation with Donald Feldman had opened the flood gates and Samantha's problems have become common knowledge amongst the gossips by the time the seminar ended. I kept to the itinerary for the next six days while Frankie was being punished. I met her at Salt Lake City airport for my two day visit with Mitchell Harper. I ignored the man holding up a card with my name on it. Frankie saw him but followed me tight lipped as I passed him. We picked up a rental car and went to our hotel only to be told our reservations had been canceled. She said yes when I asked if the rooms that were originally reserved for us are still available. I told her we will take them. The room phone was ringing by the time our baggage arrived and when Frankie looked at me I shook my head and continued unpacking. By now my own cell was ringing in tandem with the room phone and Frankie's cell. I held out my hand out for hers and I placed both in the drawer of the cabinet by the bed. I picked up the keys to the car and left the hotel. We spent the rest of the day and the early part of the evening in the City Creek Centre. I even told Frankie she could go just a little crazy with her plastic. Damn, when that girl smiles she just melts my heart. Clothes and shoes were her target and I nodded in the appropriate places when she came out of the dressing room. I have to say there is one question a slave would never ask her Master, "does my ass look big in this?" The one question that has put fear in hearts of men would be answered with no fear of any retaliation whatsoever. We finished our day at one of the finest restaurants. The food was so good I wanted to take the chef home with me. We both knew what was going to be waiting for us when we returned, did I care? Not in the least. As I walked up to reception she took a sideways look at someone and gave a brief nod before her gaze returned to me. The conversation that followed was very interesting. "Good evening sir, can I help you?" "Our room keys please rooms 317 and 319." A man came up to stand beside me as I was requesting our keys. "Mr McManus we have your bags in our car, if you and your PA will follow us please?" My gaze remained on the receptionist. "Can you tell me who authorized the removal of our luggage from our rooms?" The receptionist started to fidget. A guy with a name tag and the words Duty Manager on it moved in to intercept. I waited for him to finish telling me that they had a phone call from Harper Industries telling them that the booking was made in error and that we were staying at the Harper residence. No sooner had he finished than I asked him the same question I had asked the receptionist. The color went from his face as I stared at him waiting for an answer. He repeated what he had already told me. Again, I waited him out and asked him exactly the same question. By now I had two men standing next to me who, I can only assume by their manner, were not used to people ignoring them. Finally, the Duty Manager gave me the name of the hotel Manager and when I asked again if he was the person who authorized the removal of our luggage he said he didn't know. This time I leaned onto the counter. Adding a little iron to my voice, I said, "Ok we will try this in reverse since you claim not to know. Get the bell boy over who brought the bags down here then ask him what I asked you." "Please stop. I asked them to do it. I need you close to me. I acted in haste and I'm sorry but I couldn't contact you when you booked in and you were not here when I arrived." Turning to look at Samantha as she stood a few feet behind me shocked me a little. The dark rings under her eyes clearly showed she has not slept. Her manner made her shift from one foot to another. Finally, she gave up and rushed over to me wrapping her arms around me and burst into tears. She was still no better when I got her into the limo. One of Harper Industry's trained monkeys kept Frankie company in our rental as they followed behind. What was happening to her was being accelerated by me being here. With me now next to her the tenuous hold she had over herself was becoming undone and she passed out dropping across my lap. I carried Samantha up the steps to the palace known as the Harper residence. The butler opened the door before I could kick it and Peggy-Sue met us as I walked past the butler. I asked where Samantha's room was and Peggy-Sue took one look at her daughter passed out in my arms and led me up the stairs. "Frankie, Find our luggage, get your spare collar and collar Samantha with it then get her and yourself undressed. You need to get into bed with her. You're going to have to hang on to her all night so use the bathroom before you do." She nodded and quickly went in search of the butler. "Peggy-Sue, you need to leave. If you stay you need to keep your mouth shut. This may be your place but those are your only two options in this room." For the first time I saw uncertainty in her eyes. It was clear to see that she had tried and failed, was it her own stubbornness that was going to prevent me from bringing Samantha out of this? "I'm staying." "Very well, but don't say a fucking word." She winced at me using a swear word in her house. I'm sure I wasn't the first and I had little doubt that I will be the last. Samantha was going into her shell. She had seen me at the hotel and her mind had given up. I climbed onto the bed and straddled her legs pulling her up straight by her blouse. Then I slapped her. She moaned softly and I watched for Peggy-Sue's next move. Her mouth opened and she took a step toward us. Her maternal instinct was understandably strong. "If you want your daughter back stay there and don't say a fucking word." I slapped her again then grabbed her with both hands and shook her. Frankie came back into the room and I held Samantha still while she attached her spare collar to her and then dashed into the bathroom leaving the door wide open. Peggy-Sue blushed at Frankie doing something like this with the door open. Again, I shook Samantha with my face now inches from hers I screamed, "Who, the fuck are you?" I shook her and once again and then slapped her. Peggy-Sue winced. "I said who the fuck are you?" Her eyes opened and I was met by a vacant stare. I slapped her one more time and the soft moan was replaced by a murmur. I was sure I heard something. Shaking her again as my nose now touched hers and I asked her the same question. Her name came to all of us as Frankie came out of the bathroom and started to undress. Mitch Harper stood by the door watching her naked form pull the covers back and started undressing his daughter. "If you're who you say you are then who am I?" "You are my Master and I am your slave. I am so sorry my Master." "I know slave but that won't stop me from punishing you for your behavior. Now sleep my dear. You have earned this sleep like no other." Frankie and I placed her onto the bed as gently as we could. Samantha moved into the fetal position. Frankie molded herself to Samantha and held her tight. I climbed off the bed and pulled the covers over both girls. I bent down and kissed both goodnight before following Peggy-Sue out of Samantha's bedroom. It was clear to see that they both wanted answers. They also knew better than to ask for them standing outside their daughter's bedroom. Mitch went to his home office and made a stiff drink. Peggy-Sue made a drink for herself and handed me the soda I asked for. She sat down beside her husband and waited. The need to rant at them had passed me by. We were dealing with the mental health of their daughter, my slave, and she was the priority in this conversation not me. My responsibility to her weighed heavily on me. "You can go to a psychologist for the psycho-babble version or I will give you what I figure happened, one will just cost a whole lot more. The gist is this, when Samantha came to me she was holding it together by a thread. When you both agreed she could come to me she was, in her mind, given permission by the two people she loved and respected the most to finally be herself. Samantha knew you had come to see me because Frankie told her in one of their phone conversations." "It didn't take long for her to figure out that our conversation directly preceded me sending her home. She felt betrayed by all of us and that's when she hit her own self destruct button. We are all to blame for this so no one start pointing fingers at anyone else here. The question has to be, what will the two of you allow me to do about this?" Mitch had finished his drink. He eyed his glass contemplating another drink before thinking better of it and returned his attention back to me. "I heard her. She is already a slave." I shook my head. "No, what is happening in her head is that the slave in her is hanging onto Samantha the hard nosed trouble shooter, protecting her from doing anymore damage to the both of them." Peggy-Sue paced the room listening to us both. This wasn't the woman who came to my office just a few weeks ago. "So you're saying she has a split personality?" She had caught me unprepared and I smiled at her question. She also seemed to take it personally and lashed out by saying. "Well, if you're so damned knowledgeable then you tell us what to make of all this." I supposed I had asked for that. "Ok back up a moment and think. Mitch you're a father and a businessman. Peggy-Sue you are a wife and a mother. Does that mean that you both have split personalities? Of course it doesn't. That's how Samantha's mind was when she was with me. She was a slave while she was in my valley and around me. She was the highly effective executive and loving daughter when she was with you. But when you came to my office and interfered she wasn't sure what she was anymore because she no longer had boundaries. She was beginning to come to terms with her needs and finding comfort and acceptance from us when the rug was pulled from under her. She was lost when I sent her home to you." Mitch got up from his chair and sat down across from me growling, "Jack, this is our daughter we are talking about here so be damn sure you know what you are talking about when I ask you my next question. What are our options?" "There are two viable options. First option, let the slave be. Leave her alone and let me finish her training so that she can fully develop her slave self. Once she does she will be able to integrate her two selves and find balance. She will still be Samantha the hard nosed business women and daughter for you. She will be the slave she needs to be when she is around me. Second option, you deny her the opportunity to finish her training and develop her slave self. She will bury that part of her for you and she will take over the company as you have originally planned. The rift in her personality will eventually destroy her inner self due to the constant war within her. She will either self-destruct or her fire will fade. I give her no more than five years before that happens." I can see Peggy-Sue struggling with two unacceptable options I laid before her. The mother within her wanted to protect her daughter while seeing her grow and flourish. The options I have given her forced her to either, in her mind, leave Samantha unprotected with a monster (me) or watch her wither. I understood her struggle but I gave her the unvarnished truth. In my sympathy I gave them a possible out. I gave them option three which would have been years of therapy. We knew rumors of her therapy would eventually leak causing doubt in her ability to run the company. The loss of confidence in her ability would cause a vote of no confidence by the board forcing Samantha to resign her post. She will see this as her complete failure of the trust her parents have given her and the failure to the people she was entrusted to lead and protect. Everyone in that room was exhausted and the conversation back and forth just kept swirling around all three options. It was time to give them one last realization. I told them that at this moment Samantha's slave self is clinging to Frankie for her sanity. When slave wakes Samantha both need to know who they are. There were times that evening I felt like a fifth wheel as I watched Mitch the father and Peggy-Sue argue. They hugged each other and cried. All I could do was answer any question they asked me as best I could. My opinion wasn't asked for so I never venture to give it. Frankie's Story Ch. 05 It was nearly sun up when they had decided. It was for their daughter's health and wellbeing and not their prejudices. I nearly started a riot between them when I told Peggy-Sue what she needed to do. I'm sure I've made her an enemy for life but I wasn't in that room to make friends I was there to help Samantha. So, with agreements and promises made I dragged my tired body back into Samantha's room to wait for them to wake up. The sun peaked in through the gap in the blinds as dawn broke. Frankie woke after another hour and it took minutes for Samantha to wake after that. I went and sat on the bed as both sat up, their nakedness so natural to them they didn't even notice. I held tightly onto Samantha's hand as she looked at me expectantly. "This is the only day we will do this here slave, you understand this?" Samantha quickly nodded her head before answering, "Yes, my Master." "You were given a gift from me before you left. Where is it?" I let go of her hand as she dashed out of bed and ran into the walk-in closet. Frankie and I heard boxes being tossed around and a squeal of delight seconds before she dashed back in, jumped back onto the bed and knelt in front of me. I took Frankie's necklace off and replaced it with Samantha's. Her chest swelled with pride once again and Frankie now had competition for that thousand watt smile. Both listened to me as I told them that they were to shower together and go down to breakfast. From now on Samantha was not permitted to wear any jewelry other than her necklace and that the rules of home and the cabin had to stand from this day on. As both girls gave me one last hug I left them heading for the shower while I headed for bed and for a few hours' sleep. Damn, I felt old. ******* The two warm bodies either side of me woke me from a very nice dream and for a second I actually thought I was back home. "Samantha you were told the rules." "I was indeed. Do you want the rules verbatim, my Master?" Frankie giggled and quickly stopped herself. It was with a sigh I mumbled the words, 'welcome back Samantha' before turning over to face her. By now Samantha had slid under the sheets and firmly attached herself to my morning wood to minister to my needs. It was Frankie turn to speak. "My Master stated to my sister that from this day forwards the separation of cabin and this house were to be observed. My sister also observed that it has not been twenty-four hours since the time we brought her back here so she is still slave until that time." I have yet to find a more tenuous justification but Samantha was firmly attached and doing a wonderful job, so much so that I came rather quicker than I expected. It was later when Frankie explained to me the reason I was having such a nice dream in the first place. I believe 'ambushed' pretty much sums this episode up. Samantha surfaced facing me licking her lips and that thousand watt smile burst forth yet again before she kissed me and quickly got out of bed and dressed before waving goodbye at the door and disappearing. As Frankie washed my back I got an update on what had gone on once I had gone to bed. "Both Samantha and I went downstairs after our shower. Mitch had to leave for the office for a half day so Samantha hugged him and apologized for her behavior. She also apologized to her mom at breakfast. Mom and daughter bonded over the meal. Samantha asked her mom if she could join Frankie to be with me until I was awake. Peggy-Sue just smiled and told her to make sure that she was clothed when she came out of our room so she didn't scare the servants." "How is she?" Frankie thought about it for a moment before saying. "She's is trying to find her balance but she's fine otherwise. I see my sister in there when I look in her eyes. Samantha will be fine now she has her boundaries back." Frankie paused collecting her thoughts before continuing. "Master, she knows you will have doubts about her but not all that the gossip written about her is true. She plans to return to Doctor Kellerman as soon as we leave to have all the tests done to, once again, prove this to you." There was no doubt in my mind. I understood Samantha had to do this so I wasn't going to tell her otherwise. The ambush by the girl when I woke did come up though and Frankie told me that Samantha needed to thank me. She knew that waiting until returning to the cabin would be difficult for her so they both approached Peggy-Sue about her daughter being in my room. As apprehensive as she was about the arrangement she allowed it. It was Frankie that told her of rule one, keep your Master happy and drained at all times and she was to use this if ever challenged. "You better make sure this doesn't become a frequent thing Frankie. I understand there are times like this that I will allow this much latitude but just remember who you are Frankie. Samantha is part of this conversation as well." She nodded in agreement before we went back to washing each other. We dressed and joined the others in the day room. I was aware of the comings and goings of the servants and having a real conversation was close to impossible in this house. Mitch came home about half an hour later and I suggested we toss the girls out for the afternoon to do some shopping while he goes to rest up. We will have a real talk later that evening after dinner. Mitch agreed and Peggy-Sue joined him. I waved the girls off and adjourned to a sun lounger out back for the afternoon. The girls woke me when they got back. For some reason both raised an eyebrow when I said I was only resting my eyes. Over dinner we kept to the pleasantries and I found that Peggy-Sue could be a very good hostess. The real conversation came when we adjourned to Mitch's home office. "I already see a difference in my daughter, Jack. How long will it last this time? The papers tore her to pieces over her behavior and I can't allow that again." Samantha blushed and Frankie went over to sit with her and holding her hand in support. The things that happened last night couldn't be allowed to come undone with this conversation so I turned to Samantha and said. "We need this conversation to be aired but don't think for a moment that you are being excluded from it. Feel free to say what you need to say." But my thoughts were also on Peggy-Sue and I knew I needed to start there. "Peggy-Sue, your daughter will hand over all her jewelry. She no longer has a need for them and I suggest you don't buy her anymore. She only needs the necklace that's on her now which alone will keep her grounded. She is learning to compartmentalize her life but you have to understand that sometimes she will slip. Not greatly because Samantha already has the salient points in her life down pat. What she needs when she is with you both is the knowledge that you love and accept her." "That's a given." "Is it Mitch? You say that yet it was your wife interfering in my life that started all this. You both have to learn that when she is with me you have no hold over her. I could beat her to a bloody pulp and send her back to you and you can do nothing about it because Samantha deserved it." The father in Mitchell Harper burst forth at what I just said and he launched himself out of his chair his eyes blazed pure anger. "You lay a fucking hand on my daughter..." "Daddy, stop!" Both her folks looked at her. It took a moment for me to turn my attention to her. "I made mistakes and most will never be repeated. Jack allows us all contact with the outside world while we are at the cabin and I used it. My mistake was talking to Mom about my time there hoping that talking to her would help her understand how it was helping me with my life. That will never happen again. We all talk of rules so here is one of mine. From now on when I'm at the cabin my cell will remain on but I will only talk to you if you call me and I hope you two both think twice about calling when I am." "This man owns me. If he calls and I am working for you then take it for granted I will make proper arrangements and go to him as soon as I can. That is the promise I made to him because he has the right to expect that of me given the status he has allowed me. If he chooses to beat me black and blue then it meant I had done something to anger him and I deserved it. So, I will take that beating and learn not to repeat what I did to cause the beating." "What you failed to see is that Jack has never harmed anyone. Daddy, you can't see past Arnold Hamilton and what he did to me at college. We were both to young Daddy and the speed I wanted to proceed into submission was too slow for him. He is a monster and I paid the price. Jack is not Arnold Hamilton." I could see Frankie's head move between them both as Samantha talked. She was listening and watching. Her observation skills were sharp and getting better with experience. It was also clear that she was ready to say her peace if she needed to. I didn't want her to feel left out so I brought her into the conversation by asking her opinion. Everyone turned their attention to her. "You both love your daughter just as she loves you both that is plain to see. It was your interest in and your subsequent investigation of Jack's business and personal life that brought out Samantha's dormant slave persona again. She found hope in her discovery of Red's unique position with Jack. Your daughter believed she found a way to fulfill her need for submission and to fulfill her obligation to you and Harper Industries." Even the quick look at the Harpers told me that Frankie had there undivided attention. Samantha had even moved slightly so she could look directly at her rather than to just listen to her. "You both gave your blessing, however reluctantly, to Samantha to approach Jack to ask for Red's status. She was so happy when she was at the cabin with us. So happy in fact that she shared those moments with the one person she needed most in this world to understand. That same woman nearly destroyed her own daughter." Peggy-Sue started to squirm in her seat. She flinched as Frankie's eyes came to rest on her. Her strength of character and personal courage did not allow her to look away. She took Frankie's criticism to heart finally understanding her role in this fiasco. "This is not a character reference. It's a statement of fact. Jack is the kindest most sensitive man both in and away from the cabin. What you did when you came to him and said to him was despicable. Your daughter isn't a freak. She is and will always be Samantha your daughter. She chooses to keep her private life just that. After what you did you will never see the slave within because she will never expose that part of her to be rejected again. Let Jack finish what he started and let your daughter return to who she has to be." It took a minute or two for everyone to stop staring at Frankie. She remained quiet and still lost in thought after her discourse. How could anyone argue with someone who spoke with such clarity and conviction? Samantha reached out and held her tight and kissed her cheek making her blush. That simple act seemed to break the spell in the room. Smiles came to Mitch and Peggy-Sue. Both looked at each other and as of one mind nodded to each other. It was Mitch that spoke first. "Sam, do you want to return to work immediately or take some time off?" "I need two weeks Daddy. I have to go and see a couple of people first if that's ok?" "That's fine Sam. Take as long as you need." The conversation seemed to move in other directions after that and soon Frankie and I took our leave and exited the office. Samantha followed us and hugged us at the door to our room before making her way to her back to the office. "You seem to have made a friend in Mitch. It certainly seems that you have Peggy-Sue's respect." "It wasn't my intention to speak out but you allowed it so I told the truth. I should imagine someone of Mitchell Harper's standing doesn't get to hear that all too often. It is far too easy to be surrounded by yes men." We showered together and went to bed. Frankie snuggled in close to me lost in her own thoughts. Wondering if she would be able to sleep, I stated, "Something is bothering you." Frankie paused before she spoke. "When we return to the cabin please take me to the playroom. These last few days have blurred the line between slave and Francine. I need the playroom and I need the pain to reestablish the boundaries in my life." I pulled her closer to me and held her tight before agreeing to her request. I have watched her grow in so many ways these last few months. I have watched her grow from a beautiful young woman lost to a transcendent soul who will continue to grow in wisdom and clarity. No young adult had ever walked into my life and opened her heart to me hoping that I would see the woman and slave that she knew she was. Who has since then proven it simply by being that woman and slave. She humbles me by allowing me to be part of her life. "You will get your wish." I could feel her body stiffen slightly as my words sunk in and her own body heat radiated outwards causing me to place some space between us. Frankie instinctively moved to fill the void I created and snuggled back down with me. She mumbled words of 'thank you' before sleep took her from me. The next day put Frankie back into her comfort zone when Mitch, Frankie and I went into Harper Industries for the day. We were due to fly out that afternoon but Peggy-Sue asked us both to stay one more night so we could have a real sit down dinner without the drama of the last couple of days. That gave Frankie enough to do sorting out new travel arrangements as well as sorting out conference calls between Marlon and me on some specs that Mitch had dropped on the table and asked us to help with. ******* This last trip had emotionally drained both of us. Frankie deflated as we approached the valley. She released all the emotional turmoil she held at bay by her strength of will knowing she was safely home. The release of all that stress wilted her. With both bags back in our room she was already heading to the playroom before I told her to switch the hot tub on. She fought the need to say something and nodded before changing direction switched the tub on and knelt next to it. I brought us drinks and sat next to her on the decking. "You will have your time. I told you that you would. The look you just gave me was un-necessary. You have behaved well over this trip and I'm proud of you on so many levels don't spoil it now." She thought before nodding her head. "I'm sorry, you are right. Both my mind and body scream for release and seeing the playroom so close has already made me wet." Smiling at her we both dropped into the tub and Frankie came and sat on my lap. That little girl within her was never that far away. "I have a thousand questions burning in my mind screaming at me for answers. I need to ask these questions. I hope you understand that they will skip across so many topics. You are my Master but I also need Uncle Jack as well." For such a long time I sat and held onto her. Sometimes she would shiver. Other times she would pull air into her lungs to calm herself. "Frankie this is our home. You can ask anything of me at any time. I don't want to see you like this. You worry me. Just ask and I will answer. I don't ever want you to get to the point you are at now." All she did was nod her head. I still had to wait her out. "My sister leaves here and you give her the gift of bruises to take with her. Aunt Shannon was given the same gift when you left for your trips. I'm your PA and I love my job so much yet I feel like I'm missing out on a gift you give to others. Please give me a bruise or two from time to time." I smiled. "Very well but for you they will have to be where clothes can cover them. You will need to wear a camisole under your blouse or pants if for some reason I decide to place them on your legs." "Would you have allowed Samantha her status or even allowed her within the family if Aunt Shannon was still alive?" My answer was instant. "No. Between Red, Shannon and I we had it all. The dynamics of our group was complete and we had no need for another. But Shannon is no longer here and you are. Samantha is your age and you need that link between you two just as Red had with Shannon before her passing." "When you sent me home to my folks for a week as a punishment for not obeying you it was the longest week of my life. Please don't send me there again. I love my folks and we did heal the rift that I caused but they have their own plans for my future." This time I laughed and Frankie seemed to move with my laughter. "You stopped listening. Sending you to your folks served two purposes. You saved yourself from being physically punished. Believe this young lady; you would have not been able to sit down comfortably for three days. Plus you needed to reconnect with your folks. Sending you home at odd times means they don't have time to set you up with any prospective beaus." Her questions stopped and for a moment I actually thought she was sleeping, her breathing had become so regular. "I was afraid you know. The day I came here to tell you everything. I had no other plans. I didn't know what I was going to do if you rejected me. But you loved me and accepted me for who I am. I count my blessings every day because you do. I love you so much. I realize now that Aunt Shannon saw the real me and helped me when she could." She shifted slightly. I let go of her and she moved to face me. She had been crying to herself. Her eyes were all puffy and she looked slightly confused. It was clear she wanted to ask one more question. Perhaps the most important one she wanted to ask but was too afraid of the answer. "Please this is important. I need to know now. If Aunt Shannon hadn't died would you have accepted me? Would you have taken me in as your slave and allowed me to be me?" I said nothing for a long time. Frankie was desperately trying to find her answer in my eyes. I placed my hands on her face and leaned in to kiss the tip on her nose. I saw confusion in her eyes when I pulled back to look at her. "Your Aunt Shannon was truly the only person I have ever loved so intensely. The day she discovered that we had the same leanings towards this lifestyle she knew we were soul mates for life. I was confused and angry that she had not told me about your first meeting at the hot tub and the subsequent conversations you both had about our lifestyle." I leaned in and kissed her again and this time her lips were waiting for me. I felt that sweet buzz I get when she willing submits to my kiss. She was just so innocent and beautiful. "My belief now is that it was your Aunt Shannon who was getting ready to accept you into our group. Her insights into these matters were uncanny. It was Shannon who first realized Red's need. She made me realize that Red wasn't ready for our lifestyle full time but she did need us. She had her own goals and would have regretted giving that up which is why I gave Red her status. I believe Shannon noticed the same in you." Frankie sat and listened half the time she forgot to breathe. "I think she wanted you to experience life and this lifestyle with another Master first. She hoped you found a good loving Master who would take care of you then all well and good. Shannon was going to be your safety net. Perhaps the family connection between us made her reluctant to bring you to our group in the first place. Why she never spoke of this to me I still have no clue but her dying in childbirth left you without a safety net and left you vulnerable to Randy." It still took her a full minute to digest what I had said. Frankie's Story Ch. 05 "So you would have accepted me?" "Shannon had the uncanny ability to see what each of us needs. If she had said yes then Red would have followed. I would have agreed to keep my two girls happy. Your Aunt Shannon isn't here so it was left to me to take over where she left off. I would never have turned you away. The family connection between us has not been an issue for some time now." The smile was a dead giveaway. She launched at me and clung to me as though her life depended on it. I heard a whispered thank you just before she burst into tears again. Frankie needed this connection but I had to pry her away from me so I could look at her. It wasn't easy. The girl is amazingly strong and tenacious when she wants to be. Finally, she had calmed enough to kiss me on the cheek and snuggle back onto my lap. We talked for a few moments more before we got out and dried off. She handed me her collar and I placed it on the coffee table ready for her return. "I'm going to give you one gift. I have agreed to the playroom for you but I want you to go in first and pick one toy that you wish me to use on you. I get to pick the others. Once you have this toy you will kneel next to the X frame with your chosen toy in front of you. You have five minutes so make the most of your choice. Now leave." I was graced with her thousand watt smile as she nodded her head and walked into the playroom. It was then the phone rang. Frankie stopped dead in her tracks and looked at me waiting to find out if my instruction would change. Smiling, I pointed towards the playroom as I picked up the phone brought a flush to her cheeks and the smile just seemed to get bigger. "Jack I just got a call from Samantha. She's at the airport and asked if I could pick her up." "I thought as much. Pick her up and take her home with you if it's not going to interfere with your job. She has a story to tell you so listen to her Red. She's seeking both advice and reassurance from you since she now has your status." "After what I've been reading about her in the papers this had better be some story she's about to tell me." I laughed and reminded her that she shouldn't hold to much stock in the gossip section of the papers. Red was to take her home and listen to her. Samantha was still trying to get a sense of her boundaries and Red was to explain them to her. Once we had worked on the outline of what needed to be said I explained that I had to go. I told her I had Frankie waiting in the playroom . There was a momentary pause before the laugh came down the phone. "The lucky bitch. Tell her I said hi and I now have to go wipe myself because the image that conjured up has just made me wet." "I will. Oh, Red, I think Samantha needs more than just a little verbal reassurance on her visit with you. Goodnight." I placed the receiver in its cradle and I walked into the playroom. Frankie was already on her knees next to the frame and a paddle directly in front of her. Her neck and cheeks flush with excitement and anticipation of our upcoming scene. I sensed greater excitement from her because she was able to choose the toy I will inflict on her. The locking of the thick leather collar placed snuggly around her neck brought a slight gasp from her. I stood her up and placed her on the X frame and tied her down facing me. There was no point in a build-up. Frankie needed pain. The subtleties would have to wait for another time. She had survived on nothing more than spankings for the last eight weeks so this evening was solely to play catch up and it seems her need to not only see bruises but to feel them as well. The ball gag surprised her but she accepted it without any protest. She still had her safe word even gagged. She knew what hand signs to make if what I was doing became too much for her. I applied KY on my fingers and slowly expanding her ass taking care to limit the penetration to her anus. This was about giving her a buzz and not about making her bleed. I grabbed an egg vibrator and turned it on full before pushing it into her when her ass was expanded enough. Her heels dug into the wood and her hips raised a couple of inches off the frame. The change in angle helped and the egg slid into her. Its buzzing sound became muted as her anus closed around it. Her pussy became engorged and started leaking cum. I slapped her across her pubic bone sending her body back onto the frame accompanied by a small grunt as the sting registered in her brain. I can see my red handprint on her in sharp contrast to her pale skin. I released the catch holding the frame at an angle returning it to its upright position. Frankie's body weight forced more pressure onto her arms as they fully supported her weight. I picked up the light flogger and began whipping her with it. Her eyes widened as she bit down on the ball gag and screamed as the flogger slapped her across her tits. Shannon told me more than once that I was mechanical when it came to the playroom. I had a goal in mind and I knew the most efficient way to achieve it. That skill comes in handy in moments like these. My goal was to eventually give Frankie six bruises three down each flank. I was also without the playroom for eight weeks so I thought playing with her awhile before I bruise her was in order. I kept a close watch on her hands. Although the gag wasn't new to her the intentional bruising was. I wanted to make sure I am not overwhelming her. I pulled on her nipples making cones of them and I slapped them a couple of times causing them to become harder than they normally do during our sex play. She groaned as she spotted me reach for the clothes pins. There was a slight squeal as the pin sank deep into her flesh. Her eyes fixated on the second peg as it was placed on her other nipple. I held back from attaching it. It took her a moment to realize and force her eyes away from it to look at me. Only then did I attach the pin and she squealed louder. Her eyes quickly returned to the second peg only to find my fingers no longer on it. Her breathing was in short sharp pants as the pain from both pegs invaded her body and seeped into her mind. Frankie watched as I knelt down and picked up the paddle. Her body shuddered as her cum drops from her pussy joining the tiny puddle on the floor. I placed the handle between her legs and lifted it until it made contact with her pussy. Frankie rode the handle soaking it with her cum. She moaned and her eyes fluttered as I lifted it slightly higher. She was forced to rise on to her toes as she continued her forward and backward motion along the handle. Finally, she succumbed to her own needs closing her eyes she bore down hard on the handle trying to bury it between her pussy lips. She never saw my hand swipe one of the pegs off her nipple. Her eyes shot open and she screamed. For a second her hand went to move to signal an end all this. She watched me looking at her hand and waited. My attention moved from her hand to her face. She tried to smile around the gag as the tears clouded her eyes but that smile told me more. I pulled the handle away from her pussy and her body slumped slightly. Frankie's eyes were wide as she turned her attention to the paddle forgetting to breathe. She watched the handle of the paddle as it arced towards her body. She readied herself as she realized the handle's intended target. She screamed louder as the handle of the paddle hit the peg sending it across the room. The blood rushed back into her nipple causing slivers of pain to streak up her body and slam into her mind. The only relief Frankie had was to scream as the waves of pain slowly receded. She started panting through the gag as her eyes locked onto me not daring to look away trying to anticipate what I would do to her next. I had already planned where each bruise will be. I turned the paddle around so my hand was now on the cum soak handle. Its warmth and stickiness a reminder me of how much she enjoyed and needed this. I teased her with the paddle running up the inside of one leg and then down the other. Her body shuddered and a slow moan escaped from the gag before her eyes fluttered and closed. The first blow sounded like a slap as the flat side of the paddle connected with her skin. The sound made Frankie jump opening her eyes and she screamed behind her gag. I saw the blow will leave a lasting mark on her. I aimed my next blow on same spot angling the paddle ever so slightly so that the edge of the paddle bit into her skin ensuring the bruising she wished for. The same process lasted another five times. The little pool of cum on the floor beneath her grew as the process continued. Her fingers moved to make the safe word sign as the echo of the paddling receded. I dropped it and levered the frame laying her on her back. I removed the ball gag first and Frankie set about pulling lungs full of air back into her body while I undid her cuffs. It was only when the leather collar was removed that she opened her eyes and looked at me. Her smile faltered for a moment until I told her she had done very well. Her thousand watt smile replaced the other one quickly enough. I was carrying her into the shower when I noticed the look on her face as we passed the bed so I laid her down then I went to get the cream. For the next hour I gently rubbed the cream into her welts and bruises. I was hard long before I had finished. Frankie watched me while her hand wrapped itself around it. "You and this body need rest. Put your thoughts on hold until the morning. We will discuss this only when you feel better. Remember slave this is your first time being bruised. Your body needs time to recuperate. Even Red, with all her experience, needs a night to recuperate so don't push yourself." She was truly torn between obeying me and her first rule of being a slave. Inwardly I smiled at her dilemma. I took away her options by standing and walking back into the day room to pick up her collar. Her mood changed when she noticed what was in my hand. She sat up with a supreme effort and presented her neck so I can collar her. I laid her down and switched off the light to let her sleep. I returned to the den to complete some work and reflect on all that have transpired over the last two months. I feel the loss of my beloved Shannon and her wisdom more acutely now than ever. I really needed her by my side as I try to navigate the coming months. End of Chapter five. Frankie's Story Ch. 06 (This story interlocks with each chapter so if you come into this story other than the beginning, then you may well scratch your head at some of the comments within this chapter. I've tried to make this a glimpse into the lives and lifestyle of three people. They chose to keep there lives private, isn't it strange how life never lets that happen.) * Frankie and I had established a good working routine. Frankie had become the company's the primary point of contact for all but the most technical or complex business related issues. I was spending less and less time dealing with administration and, thankfully, more and more time working on my projects ... my first love. She has grown enough in her role that she has been making decisions on my or Mrs. Gillins behalf if neither of us are available although she always leaves a memo to me and Mrs. Gillins on her decisions so we are not blindsided later. She continues to grow more confident and capable as she sees me approve of more and more of her work. Sometimes I have watched her work and she just exudes confidence. Mrs. Gillins had told me that she noticed the same thing when we had one of our coffee breaks ... At least that's what she calls it. It always feels more like a lecture from mom to me but I have to humor her. It had been three months since our visit to the Harper Palace and I had yet to check in with either Red or Samantha. I never needed to with Red and I knew Samantha was so desperate for the same status that she wouldn't dare do anything to rock the boat. I had to show trust and expected them both to follow the rules that their status required of them. But, of course, that was three months ago. "Frankie when was the last time you spoke to Samantha?" She looked up from the mountain of paperwork parked in front of her. "About two weeks ago. I tried calling her two nights ago but she didn't pick up." I started having a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. Frankie watched as I picked up the phone and called Red. She answered on the fourth ring. "Red when was the last time you spoke to Frankie?" "Hi Jack, good afternoon to you, too. Yes, I'm fine. Thank you for asking. How are you and Frankie doing? ... (Pregnant pause) ... I spoke to her two days ago. You were in one of the labs so we snuck in a half hour conversation." "When was the last time you spoke to Samantha?" "That would be close to three weeks. I called her a day or so ago but got no answer so I left a message." I thanked Red and apologized for not asking after her and hung up. I phoned Samantha from my cell phone so she would know who called. I hung up when my call rolled over to voicemail thinking it best not to leave a message. I started contemplating everything that could possibly be happening with Samantha as I stared at the documents Frankie left on my desk for review. Finally shaking off my cycle of dark futile thoughts I told Frankie I was going to see Marlon. I was sure she was on the phone to Red before I even entered the lab. I told Marlon what I wanted and the specs. Marlon started his usual rant about the impossibility of what I was asking. I stood staring at him with a smirk and said, "Yeah, right, like it was impossible before our last half dozen insanely successful products." He quieted looked grim and nodded. So we set about bouncing ideas off of each other until we had a working theory. I then gave him a month to make it work since the technology was already out there all he was going to have to do was adapt it. He asked for six weeks. I expected him to ask for two months so I agreed. He was already wiping the white board in his office ready to work on the design. My next visit was to Mrs. Gillins. She took one look on my face and she sent her assistant out of the office to do some photo copying and filing. "Ok, what's up?" "Marlon is working on a special project for me. I need you to liaise for him. He has been authorized to procure any equipment he may ask for and funded from my personal account not the business account. Everything goes through you unless there is a problem that needs my input. You will pass those issues directly to me." "Is this legal?" "Yes, it's legal but it's very personal. I will understand if you decline." She just grinned and shook her head telling me to get out of her office. She has work to do. I knew she had my back. We had been together too damn long not to watch out for each other. With everything in motion I settled back into work. I even offered to help with the mountain of paperwork Frankie had in front of her. That's when she became all territorial. She stood with her arms crossed barring me from her desk. She told me with no uncertain terms that this is hers and if I so much as move one piece of paper on her desk she will dump the whole thing back on my desk and take an "indefinite vacation." I backed towards my desk slowly. She returned to her work mumbling, "Bosses really need to know where the boundaries are." Samantha phoned back later that evening. We exchanged pleasantries then I told her that she needed to be here in six weeks for a week. She said she was looking forward to it. We ended our conversation wishing each other a goodnight. Frankie watched me the whole time. She started to speak but thought better of it. "Something is on your mind?" "You have doubts about my sister. Something is troubling you I can see it, what do you want me to do?" "Do nothing you don't normally do. I have the rest covered." Frankie wanted to say more but nodded in acquiescence. I told her that Samantha would be here for a week and as soon as she left we would need to do a little traveling. The next morning Frankie started on our itinerary and had me booked as one of the speakers at a seminar in Cincinnati, two visits to companies we dealt with in the area and another visit to a new company that expressed interest in our area of expertise. Our 'travel' wall started to crowd up with news clippings, executive summaries, schedules and technical synopsis. Mrs. Gillins came in and took one look at the wall and shook her head. "If you guys are going to keep doing this I'm going to get that wall cork covered the next time you're away. I will even set up a separate line item in our budget to track pins and ribbon expenditure." Peace reigned for the next six weeks. I left Marlon alone and I'm sure he was grateful for that. Samantha called twice in those six weeks and I let Frankie talk to her both times. Mrs. Gillins called me down to her office and handed me a sheet of paper with the final costs of what I had asked Marlon to do. My soft whistle as I read the figure was comment enough but it was a one off item so I knew it was going to be expensive. I thanked Mrs. Gillins and then heading off to see Marlon to learn the abilities and limitations of the gadget and, of course, start playing with it. Red was also due back but her schedule would be tight. This new film was starting to look like an epic and the Director as well as the film company wanted to keep the same crew together for the sequel. For my part I would like her to finish both movies. The commendations she would be getting from the production would do her a world of good as she leaves Hollywood behind and start a new chapter in her life with us. Samantha arrived at the cabin first. She was waiting in her rental when we got back from the office. Red pulled up about an hour later. Frankie squealed and jumped into Red's arms as soon as she came through the door. Frankie dragged Red away all the while whispering. Red turns to me with a sparkle in her eyes. What was that about? I left the girls to play catch up while I did some work in the den. The smell of dinner wafting through the open door soon caught my attention and we settled down to eat. "Samantha, are you enjoying your new status?" "Very much so, thank you. It fits in with what Daddy has me doing. I must say it did take some time to get back in the saddle. People thought I was getting soft over the time I lost my way. Those that have seen me since then have altered their opinion. It seems Samantha the hard nose is back." She giggled and Frankie smiled. Red simply watched and said nothing. "You know your mother will be here in three days time." "Yes, she didn't say why but I get the impression she isn't going to like being here." "Your Mother stuck her nose into our business. She has to be reminded that while you are here you are mine. You shared with her what I was going to do and she took it upon herself to stop it from happening. That's why she is coming." For the next two days we did nothing but picnic by the lake and sunbathe. The girls bonded, teased each other terribly and swam often. Although the play room door remained open I didn't use it. The afternoon before Peggy-Sue was due to arrive I asked Frankie to pack a bag. I then told her that Red was taking her to a clinic tomorrow. She was going to have her body hair lasered off and then both girls were going to be pampered for two days while she rested. "Oh that sounds like fun, can I go?" "Not this trip. Your Mother will be here tomorrow and we have one final thing to do to reinforce your status." I could see it in her eyes. Frankie knew something was going on. I had heaped so much onto such a young lady. I just hoped her training would hold her together. Red and I had discussed this and we both hoped this trip to the clinic and the spa would take her mind off of this whole situation. It still didn't stop her from crying when she said her goodbyes though. Samantha and I watched them leave and she looked at me expectantly. Her Norplant had been installed by her family doctor in Salt Lake City and the report was sent to Doc Kellerman soon after her trip to see Red. I had the feeling she expected me to make good use of it. My sending her to sleep in Frankie's old room ended that speculation. She made it to the center of the day room before she broke down and said something. "I don't understand. We are alone and you still won't take me to bed." When she said that, I smiled. Walked over to her and held onto her hugging her tightly. "Today you have Red's status in name and manner. Tomorrow we will seal the deal. It will be for life Samantha. It is a turning point in your ... our lives. It's going to be both mentally and physically challenging for you. I'm not sure you have fully thought this through. Tonight you will sleep on it and think about it. I will answer any questions in the morning as best I can before your mother arrives." It was clear to see she wanted to protest. I held a finger to her lips to silence her. "Remember. Master knows best even when you think he doesn't. It will only be for this night and then tomorrow when all this is over you will return home with your Mom. We will have time together don't ever think we won't. Also remember it was your boyfriend who moved too fast. You have trusted me with your story and your submission. Now trust me to set the pace of your progress. You need a steady pace to help your confidence grow. That is what you have always needed. You are receiving exactly what you need ... not what you want ... from me." She nodded her head with a sigh. It was clear to see she wasn't happy but neither was I. With everything in place I actually thought I would be able to sleep. Not a chance, I still had too many "what if's" going through my head. I heard her just before she came into my room. It was clear to see even in the ambient light that she had been crying. "I'm sorry I tried. But me sleeping alone there and you sleeping alone here just don't sit right with me. I'm a slave for fuck sake and no Master should ever sleep alone with a slave in the fucking cabin. Allow me to sleep on top of the covers at least." Her words warmed my heart although I'm not sure her language was appropriate. I pulled the cover back and she practically dove into bed. It took her a moment or two to adjust her self. Her first instinct was to make skin to skin contact but she wasn't sure if that would be pushing her luck. My placing my arm around her waist settled her and banished her doubt and she wriggled in closer. ******* I was still in my den when Peggy-Sue arrived. I didn't even realize she was here until I heard Samantha talking to someone. "Is this how he expects you to walk around all day? He has you naked as the day your where born?" Her answer made me smile and fight the urge to laugh. "It helps with the clothes bill Mother this way he can get to all the bits he wants to get his hands on without the need to rip my clothes off." "No need to be disgusting, Samantha." "If you want disgusting, do you want me to tell you what he made me do last night?" Peggy-Sue was even quicker to reply this time, "Samantha. Enough!" I was leaning against the door frame listening and watching all this. It still took them a moment to realize I was there. The glare from Peggy-Sue didn't faze me in the least. She had brought all this on herself. I shrugged my shoulders and walking into the kitchen. I pulled a cooler out of the cupboard, filled it with bottled water and replaced the lid. Both followed me out to the car and I drove us to the lake. Samantha went swimming and Peggy-Sue rested on the sun lounger in her swim suit sipping from her bottled water occasionally. "You're really going to make me do this. I told Mitch I thought it was all bluff. Even he had doubts that you would go through with it." "To be honest, your fate was sealed when you stuck your nose in our business. Both of you gave Samantha permission to approach me and ask for the status I gave Red. You inserted yourselves into Samantha's life here. Given her past track record I can understand why but you should have left her alone. Her phone calls to you were to put you at ease and show you that she was being treated well. Both of you should have left it at that." It took her a few minutes before saying anything else. "Well, I'm damn sure I'm not going to show you anything that I've only shown my husband." That statement alone told me she had accepted her fate. Samantha was on the platform on the lake drying out and soaking up some sun. Every now and then her head would turn and look towards us waiting for the signal that she was to return. My hand went up and she dove instantly into the water and swam back. I waited until she knelt in front of me before I spoke again. "You know what's going to happen now. This seals your status. It's also your last chance to change your mind and leave with your mother without the status you wish. Do you understand the burden you place upon yourself when you accept this?" Samantha didn't even hesitate. She spoke the pledge she practiced for the moment and asked me where she was to lay down. I pointed to a spot. She walked over, lay face down on the ground and waited. Peggy-Sue hesitated then she picked up a towel, walked over to her daughter and looked down at her. Eventually she shook her head and looked at me. "I can't. This is my daughter we are talking about here, Jack. This is my own flesh and blood." I shrugged my shoulders and turned to pack things away resolved to close this chapter in my life. "Mom, please." "You're allowing this ... this man to humiliate you like this? What he wants me to do is disgusting, Samantha. Doing this to my own daughter is impossible." Samantha raised herself onto her elbows and looked directly at her Mother. I stood aside watching the drama unfold between mother and daughter. "Mother, I sat you and Dad down and explained my feelings. You let me approach Jack. You knew what I was seeking. I'm happy now. I know there are still some hurdles to overcome but I know I can overcome them because I have so many people that are by my side. Give me this Mother, please." Her shoulders slumped a little. Peggy-Sue turned to look at me. The anger in her eyes telling me a great deal. "You understand I hate you more than I have ever hated anyone. Don't ever count on us being friends Jack." Samantha laid back down. Peggy-Sue straddled her daughter, wrapped the towel around herself and placed her hand under the towel. Seconds later, with a look on her face that would turn many to stone, Peggy-Sue peed on her daughters back. Once finished she placed her hand under her towel adjusted her swim suit then walked up to me throwing the towel on the sun lounger before walking into the lake and swam out to the platform. I walked over to Samantha and asked her if she was ok. It took her a moment (I'm almost sure I heard a quiet cry) before she nodded her head. "You understand what your mother just did." Again she nodded her head before saying, "Yes, Master. She has now given up ownership of me on every level. She will always be my Mother but soon you will own me. You will be my master." It was then she felt my pee on her back splashing over the puddle her Mother had left and down her backbone stopping at the small of her back. The shock made Samantha jump slightly but she quickly calmed herself and waited for me to finish. When I told her to stand she struggled to stand up. Her ordeal wore her down. I could see her eyes were red but she tried to smile through it. "I'm glad I won't be going through that again." My stare put her on her guard and I challenged her quip by asking her one question. "Tell me what you felt?" For long time she alternately looked between me and the ground where she had laid. The drops that had run off of her had sunk into the earth. The heat of the sun would soon erase all evidence of this moment. Samantha knelt down and scooped up half a handful of earth and watched it run through her fingers. "My sister told me of this moment and of those that are to come. Many would wield a branding iron to show others that I am their property. That iron would only mark me skin deep but what you did to me marked me deeper. My mind and soul is branded with your mark. Should a situation occur that could be inappropriate then that same mark will burn in my mind to remind me I am yours alone." Once the last remnants of earth had drifted through her fingers she placed both hands together and rubbed those few remaining particles off her hands. "What runs down my back and legs will soon wash off but what has been burned into my mind via my body will always be a reminder. My status is a gift of trust. You peeing on me is the proof that it is binding me to you for life." Her eyes had welled up and tears freely flowed down her cheeks unchecked. A smile started creeping through the tears then she started giggling. She answered my questioning frown. "Listen to me. I'm even talking like my sisters now." I joined her laugh and hugged her. I told Samantha to go for a swim and be with her mother for a while. She needed to be reassured that she had not lost her daughter. She needed to know that Samantha the hard-nosed business woman and the child she had raised are still there. The only part that truly belonged to me was the slave within. Peggy-Sue's interference in my and Samantha's life while she was here had to be stopped and I only hoped she got that message. I packed our things back into the car and waited for them to finish their talk before calling them back in. They both quickly dried off and I drove us back to the cabin. They changed and I waited by the door with Samantha's necklace in my hand. She noticed and smiled as I placed it around her neck. I reminded her that she was never to take it off other than around water. We hugged and I told her about our upcoming trip. She was to contact Frankie to arrange for some time when we can meet during our travels. Both mom and daughter climbed into their cars and left. Frankie's Story Ch. 06 I spent my evening completing a number of outstanding tasks. I emailed Marlon with the outline to a new project, paid bills and completed all my correspondences before heading to bed. The girls would return soon and then the trip would start. I didn't want to look beyond that at the moment. I got a call the next morning from Red. "Is it safe to return yet? I have a slave here who is climbing the walls and we both want to get back to you." I'm sure they heard me laugh. Their car pulled up an hour later and we spent the afternoon out back sunbathing. Frankie wanted to show me the work that was done to her even though she shaved regularly. Her knowledge that she would never have hair there again was making her horny. She was sure wet when Red and I placed her on the ground and pulled her legs apart. Red and I talked while we prodded and poked but Frankie was far too distracted to join our conversation. I must say, for her first treatment they had done a wonderful job. In the end Red decided she liked her own better and sat astride Frankie's face so she could get a better look. I could tell from the sounds Red was making that Frankie was properly exploring the nuances of Red's pussy. I stayed where I was and fucked a very soaked pussy. ******* We had been in Cincinnati two days and the seminar was going well. A couple of the speakers I had listened to gave me a few ideas to bounce off of Marlon when we got back. One of the speakers talked about a field I had not even considered. Although young, Rebecca Montrose was very well informed on the topic. Rebecca stood about five foot six in her flat comfortable shoes. The business suit she wore was tailor made and fitted around her curves in all the right places. Her long beautifully styled auburn hair made me smile. Perhaps it was her only challenge to her status of a speaker in a seminar full of computer types. Part of her hair was braided both sides of her head, joined at the back and flowed with the rest of her hair to just below her shoulder blades. She wore minimal makeup enhancing her natural beauty. Her eyes were limpid pool of warm brown that a man can drown in. She wore a pair of square framed tortoise shell glasses which I strongly suspected where cosmetic. I went to talk to her to pick her brain after her session. I invited her to lunch with us to continue our conversation. I'm sure she thought it was some sort of pick up but she shrugged her shoulders and joined us anyway. I wanted to put her at ease so as soon as we ordered I continued where we left off. We were both making notes as lunch went on. As our lunch drew to a close I asked if it would be possible to speak to her boss and arrange a meeting. She smiled and called him immediately. I spoke to her boss and, believe it or not, he was also her Father. I gave him a synopsis of Rebecca and my conversation asking if we could expand on some of the ideas that came out of our lunch. Ten minutes later I had Frankie add a trip to Newark to our journey. Frankie kept herself busy most of the first day with bringing my speech and associated slides up to date and, Just out of habit, she went around the seminar making contacts of her own. Her ability to ferret out information and build a dossier of our potential competition or partners is better than any business analyst I have working for me. Not a day goes by that Frankie didn't surprise and impress me. ******* Rebecca was waiting for us and escorted us to her car when we arrived in Newark. This broke with a tradition that Frankie and I had established. We liked to have our own transportation readily available to us. It took a few moments to get booked into the hotel before she said her goodbyes. "Please, take your time and when you're ready I will swing by and take you both to see my Father. Francine has my number." We thanked her, showered and rested before going to see what we could find to eat. Francine phoned Rebecca at two letting her know where we were. By three Frankie and I walked into Thomas Montrose's office and were there until six when we adjourned our meeting until the next morning. It was clear to see from the pictures in his office and by his carriage that he is ex-military. I can also see the close resemblance between Rebecca her mom. She has the best of both worlds. She has her father's intellect and her late mother's beauty. She will age gracefully if her mom is any indication. I waited until I was in the shower and washing Frankie before I asked her my question. "What's your opinion of both of them?" She only paused for a moment. She didn't hide the slight smile either so she was obviously waiting for me to ask. "Thomas is nice. I will skip the technical stuff since its way over my head. He was unsure of you in the beginning but relaxed as the meeting went along. He is good natured and kind. I'm not so sure about Rebecca. I think she is gay. I also suspect she is trying to hide it from her father. That dynamic may change my opinion of Thomas but my impression is he is a good man." "I must admit that had occurred to me too. I can see me doing business with Thomas. What I don't need is his company disintegrating into a family feud when or if he finds out what we both suspect. I'm going to be busy with Thomas most of tomorrow. Why don't both you and Rebecca go shopping and find out what you can?" Thomas had some good ideas and he could obviously see I wanted to incorporate them into my business. He was ready to partner with us on a couple research and development projects once he saw the benefits for both of us. It still took us most of the day to sort out an outline before we got lawyers involved. It was then Thomas caught me by surprise. "Look, Jack, we could well be talking millions in research here before we show any return on investment. I'm a small operation compared to you. Why are you agreeing to a fifty-fifty split of the profits?" Simple answer I thought. "It's originally your and Rebecca's idea. If I hadn't been at that seminar I would never have come across this opportunity. You are short in capital which I have. I want both of us to benefit from this venture. I will also keep this out of unscrupulous sharks as a bonus to both of us and anyway, talking fractions gives me a headache. We will get the lawyers to sort the paperwork out and I will be back in two weeks to put ink to paper if both parties are ok with the particulars." We shook on it. I knew Thomas was a man of his word. It still left the question of Rebecca though but I wanted Frankie's input before I made any decisions regarding her. I took a cab back to the hotel and Rebecca dropped Frankie off about an hour later. Frankie was walking, talking and pulling her clothes off as she came into our room through the adjoining door. Isn't her ability to multitask wonderful I thought to myself? "She is actually bi-sexual. So, now I understand the vibes I was picking up from her. She also graduated from MIT but a year behind Samantha. They didn't socialize although Rebecca heard about Samantha breaking her arm." That was when she frowned. I had a feeling I wasn't going to like the next part. "Rebecca also said that when Samantha came back her boyfriend disappeared. She went a little crazy. For nearly a year she wasn't seen with the same guy more than twice. She got a reputation that she was easy. They were saying that a dinner and some flowers got you laid." MIT is a very small enclave of brilliant people but who weren't above germinating rumors and gossip. I only nodded and filed that information away. There seemed little point in passing any judgment on the past and if that's what she needed to get over her ex and a broken arm then so be it. My concern was now, which brought me to my next question. "Frankie when was the last time you talked to Samantha?" She snuggled in close before speaking, expecting the worse and wanting to be close and ready if I didn't like her answer. "In the four weeks we have been away I have spoken to her twice. They occurred the day after she returned home and again two weeks ago. Both occasions were a ten minute chat. In total I have phoned her six times and left messages when her phone went to mail." Even as she spoke she was handing me my cell. She knew whom I would be calling. "Good day Red, how are you today?" The laugh that came down the line next made both of us smile. "Twice Jack. Two days after her return home and a week later. I have phoned her seven times in total and left messages when she didn't pick up." "I see you and Frankie have been talking." I heard Frankie giggle into my chest. "Frankie is right here listening in. Both you and Frankie need do something for me. Stop phoning her. I have some things that I need to check out when I get back to the office. It may change things with Samantha" The answer from Red took slightly longer than Frankie's. "Please just don't do anything rash, Jack. I will do as you say but please think before you do anything." I took council from Red and agreed with her. We caught up a little bit and worked out her next visit home. Frankie and I made an early night of it because we would be flying home early tomorrow morning. We went into the office as soon as we landed out of habit. Frankie went to see Mrs. Gillins while I went to have a long talk with Marlon. I could see his eyes grow wider when I laid the groundwork for our next major project. We talked personnel and decided to start roughing out a roster of people that can fit into the proposed staffing profile and distributed to our functional managers to determine availability. I pulled open my laptop and started the program once I got back to my desk. I shook my head and sighed. Samantha knew the conditions of the status she had asked for. Red sat her down and told her point blank the rules. Now I was seeing for myself that she had her own version of the rules. The necklace I placed around her neck wasn't her original one. This one had Marlon's work placed into the heart shaped pendant. It wasn't a tracking device per se. If I wanted to keep track of her I would have bugged her cell. The rules stated that she was never to take her necklace off unless around water. Her necklace converted body heat into electrical energy until it reaches a point when it sends out a pulse to a cellular account with the time a date of the pulse that is monitored by my software. That's all it does. It doesn't track where she is. It won't even tell me from what communications tower it transmitted from. She could be anywhere in the world. The whole point was to see if she was indeed wearing her necklace and, in turn, followed the rules. Her lack of communication with the girls was a give away. The lack of signal just nailed it. There were two time and date signals. One on the day I placed the necklace around her neck and one the very next morning. Once out of sight of us she had reverted to being Samantha the hardnosed business woman. I had little doubt that I would find her necklace in some corner of her walk in wardrobe. I shut down the program and returned to the work that has piled up on my desk since before our trip. It was a welcome diversion. Frankie returned an hour later and we headed for home. ******* The silence from the girls brought on a burst of activity from Samantha. She phoned the girls every week for two months and then she reverted to her usual silence. Her necklace never returned to its rightful place and I left things as they were. Frankie and I had enough to do sorting out the legal and contractual details for the partnership with Montrose Industries. Thomas and Rebecca Montrose came in a month later to review the contract; negotiated the staffing profiles from each company; exchange details on the principle engineers and management personnel; and tour the facility that will house the project. The temptation to become more hands-on was close to overwhelming and I'm sure Thomas felt the same way but we both had to hand the project over to the team and let them run with it. We still had other work to do and that kept all of us busy through the coming months. The film was just about finished and the producers received funding for a sequel due to the favorable responses to the early screenings. The production company wanted to sign Red's company to support the cast for the upcoming film. It seems the whole cast had a good feeling about this film and two of the big names signed on for the sequel. Red talked about it with us both and we could see nothing but positives if she took the contract. It would give her a boost for her new company and make her current company more valuable. The production was on an aggressive schedule. They wanted to take advantage of the buzz off this film to catapult the sequel into a successful run. They had finalized casting and preproduction work. They wanted to start shooting in a week and expect the film to be completed in six weeks. So Red came home for a week and Frankie and I took the same week off and spent it all unwinding by the lake. Both girls wanted to bring up the topic of Samantha. They tried it together and individually. I asked them to let it alone each time. We only immersed ourselves in our own enjoyment. The play room got used on a daily basis and the smiles and sparkle in their eyes left me in no doubt that this week would stick in there minds for some time to come. Frankie and I still had one more surprise for Red. We packed as she packed to leave. When she asked where we were going Frankie said Hollywood and continued packing. Red let out a shriek and hugged both of us. We spent the weekend with Red in her apartment taking turns with Red. That poor girl never stood a chance. We had the whole weekend to double team her and left her a wreck by Sunday evening. I had to carry her into the shower so Frankie and I could wash her down. She left for the set and we left for the airport Monday morning. The early signs on the new project were promising and Thomas was as happy as I was. Frankie and I had another seminar coming up so we concentrated on our usual preparation work. We placed Mrs. Gillins as the head of the business office for the project. Her reputation was only surpassed by her abilities so her placement met with little resistance ... especially Thomas Montrose who seems to be rather taken with her and did sometimes leave me wondering. Was he here to see how the project was going or to take my best employee to dinner? It was good to see her smile and trying to keep my mouth shut about it when we talked was really difficult. Mrs. Gillins kept a tight reign on the budget for the new project that caused a lot of friction between the project manager and Mrs. Gillins. I sided with Mrs. Gillins and told the project management team that she has the final say on all budgetary expenditures. The engineers grumbled a bit but the tension quickly dissipated. ******* A month later, Frankie and I were in Detroit. My cell woke us both at three fifteen in the morning of March 9th. The call was from the production team that Red was working with. One of the stunts for the new film had gone terribly wrong and the leading lady was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Red knocked her out of the way but was caught in the accident. Her injuries were not known to the person we talked too. Frankie went into shock when she heard. At first she kept shaking her head telling me it was all a mistake. They had spoken to each other just a few hours before the tragedy occurred. I couldn't leave her alone so I phoned down to the concierge desk and asked for the earliest flight out to Los Angeles. They phoned back ten minutes later letting us know that there were no flights available until tomorrow afternoon at the earliest. I called Jack Morrison for a favor telling him what happened. He immediately sent one of his G5 charters to Detroit for our use. It was ours for the duration. I thanked him then called Mrs. Gillins letting her know what happened and had her cancel all our appointments for the foreseeable future. The hotel took care of our rental car and got us to the airport just as the plane arrived for us. We held each other on the trip there and the hostess had little to do on the entire journey, other than empty the basket next to us. On the two occasions that she came anywhere near us I simply smiled and waved her away. It wasn't my intention to be rude but my attention had to be on Frankie. I was finding it harder to get any type of response from her. She alternated between needing to be held and staring vacantly into space with tears streaming down her face. The trouble was she was closing in on herself. Red and her were sisters on every level, I'm sure they could read each other's minds as well. I, too, started reflecting through all the years I've known Red. I remembered all the good times we had together, the times we shared with Shannon, and all the times she drove me crazy. I pray I will not lose another love. She means so much more to me than just my slave. I looked down at Frankie and, to my surprise, I realized that she's becoming just as close to me also. I realized I needed to pull out of this train of thought and start formulating a plan of attack. I had to contact the last firm I wanted to talk to right now. I knew the studio will start spinning the incident and engaging their lawyers and PR firms to do damage control. I understood their reason for it but I did not want Red to become news fodder. I contacted the law firm I have on retainer and tasked them to come up with all the options to accomplish what I need. Now lawyers hold a unique position in our society. I describe them as the conduit for pain. They pass the pain from one party to another. My lawyers are the best at passing pain. They charge a premium for it and they are worth every penny. The news crew had the film set and the studio staked out. We were collected by one of the interns and were told that Red was in ICU at Cedar-Sinai Medical Center and taken to the hospital. We were met by one of the producers when we entered the lobby of the hospital. Her condition was still critical and she has very restrictive visitation. She could only be seen by only one family member at a time. A man stood at the end of the corridor leading to ICU, we shook hands and he introduced himself as Mathew Bowden, senior partner of the entertainment department of my law firm. Frankie took one look at him and moved behind me, that's when I knew I was going to get my money's worth. I sent Frankie in to be with Red. Frankie sidled around Mathew making sure to keep him in sight ready to bolt if he should reach for her. Leaving Frankie wasn't easy for me but I still had to talk to Mathew. He followed me into a side room keeping the entrance to ICU and me in view at the same time. Mathew and I went over the transcripts of my conversation with his firm going over what I would like to accomplish. He presented two options his firm came up with along with the pros and cons of each options. He asked questions to clarify salient points. We decided on specific courses of action moving forward. He then asked me if I was related or had power of attorney for Miss O'Connell. We both knew he was covering his ass, I told him it's on file at the home office. He made a note to have our file forwarded to his office. He told me that all further dealings with the studio would be through his office and he gave me a stack of his business cards. He left us to make his own phone calls at the other end of the room. He returned and approached the producer, "Here is my card. Any transactions or communications with Ms. O'Connell or Mr. McManus will go through my office. Any direct contact with Mr. McManus or Ms. O'Connell by the Studio or the production staff is prohibited. We will file a complaint if we are made aware of any such contact." Frankie's Story Ch. 06 "We are in the process of filing a civil suit against all parties involved as well as in injunction against using any footage of the accident for publicity or press releases. We will forward any discovery to the DA's office if we find any negligence or malfeasance. We are also filing an injunction against the release of Ms. O'Connell's name or her company to the press or any publicity." He hastily nodded his head and more sharks joined the feeding frenzy. Three lawyers from the studio entered the fray. They took a look around and instantly stood either side and in front of the producer. It was also then that Mathew Bowden stepped out of the shadows and all three took a step back. Two detached themselves from the producer and joined Mathew in a corner to whisper and make notes. I joined Frankie a few minutes later in ICU. The nurse by Red's bedside didn't comment and I was grateful that she didn't. The heart monitor was stable the steady ping was almost soothing if it wasn't for the fact that it was plugged into Red. She was lying naked and face down a tube in her mouth and the top half of her back covered in some sort a gauze to protect what was left of her skin from the burns. Her head was covered in what looked like a skull cap and I wondered at that. The nurse watched me looking at her head. She smiled a second before I heard a voice behind me. "We had to shave what was left of her hair off. We needed to see for ourselves what damage the fire had done to her scalp. Fortunately, we did not find any singed hair in her nose or blistering in her throat. We've had to put her in a coma otherwise the pain would traumatize her so much that it would hinder her recovery. We will start to bring her out of it in a day or two." "It's a good thing you did, doctor. She would've skinned you alive before she would let you touch her hair. The doctor stood as tall as me with a goatee which I thought was a bad idea but it was his so I didn't comment. I left the room with the doctor leaving Frankie holding Red's hand. The doctor gave me the initial assessment of Red's injuries and her prognosis. He assured me that the best burn unit in the state is already on board. I knew he was truthful because I checked out the team before boarding the plane. I wanted the best and they were. The next ten days turned into a blur. I called Mrs. Gillins to check up on things. She told me to, "Get off the phone and stop bothering me." It was her way of saying Red is more important than anything going on with the company. She was right. I suppose years of spending so much time on the road, at seminars and visiting other companies had made all of our project teams semi-independent. They still had Mrs. Gillins to make the final decisions if or when needed and they knew she had blanket approval from me. My greatest difficulty was getting Frankie to eat. Thankfully her slave training has progressed enough to where she could let her mind go once I put her under protocol. She has slowly accepted the fact that her sister was in a bad way and wasn't going to be leaving the hospital for some weeks to come. She slept when she was told to; eats when I placed it in front of her and held me as often as she could. Mathew and his staff kept me apprised of everything. The initial ruling on what happened on the set was an accident based on the film footage and eye witness accounts but the investigation continues. They are expecting the final report to come out in about a month after the forensics team reconstructs everything. Mathew recommended that we retain an independent accident investigation team to go over the evidence for the pending lawsuits. I agreed with him and told him to move forward. One thing they were all sure about was that if Red hadn't pulled the films leading lady out of the way they would be looking at a tragic death rather than an awful accident. Red's family came into town a couple days after we did. Frankie and I spent some time with Red's folks. None of them had met her but all instantly knew her when she came into the room. It took awhile for Frankie to calm down. I guess she was feeling overwhelmed. Red's family meant everything to her and, although they would not stand in her way, she wanted to let them know in what direction her life was taking. Her relationship with me and, by extension, Frankie was known to her family. This was her second of two conditions Shannon and I agreed to when Red joined our family. Grace, Red's mother, and Niamh hugged Frankie when we came through the door. They went off into the corner to tearfully talk and commiserate. We could hear giggles and laughter in the corner after awhile as they regale each other with stories of Red. Shaun, Red's father, and I had took two seats by the window drank coffee and waited to be allowed back in to Red's room. We were not allowed in because the medical team was having one of their conferences by her bedside. We knew the team will stop by here when they were done so we waited. My cell rang and Mathew Bowden's name flashed onto the screen so I excused myself and moved to a quiet corner. Mathew had found out that the studio was going to release a press release within the hour. They were going to put a positive spin on the whole thing. They were even releasing some of the footage of Red charging into the leading lady pushing her to safety. The leading lady, the director, and the stunt coordinator will be at the press conference to answer questions. "Can you make this go away?" "No, not completely, the judge limited the injunction to any footage that shows conclusively that it was Red. The police and DA's office have allowed the release of the footage because there is, preliminarily, no criminal liability and they have copyright on the film footage." "Stall them and get me a day. I need twenty-four hours Mathew." The pause was longer this time. "You have it. I will request a review of any footage before the press release. If I can push it I will get you two days but the press is pushing the studio for details. The leaks are increasing by the day. The cynic in me thinks the studio is orchestrating the leaks to increase publicity for the film. I wouldn't put it pass them" I closed my cell and I saw every eye in that room was on me. As I opened my mouth to speak the doctor came into the room. The smile on his face told us more than he ever got the opportunity to say ahead of time. "Ok folks we have good news and good news." Just like a typical doctor always going for the dramatic effect. I suppose if you worked in ICU giving good news to the family mitigate the many times when he had to deliver bad news. So I smiled and let him have his moment knowing full well I was about to send his world into a spiral when he was done. "Our patient is responding well and woke while we were doing our assessment. Her response was and I quote 'Keep the noise down I'm trying to sleep here' unquote. He paused to see if our response to Red's comment was positive. He relaxed realizing that would be a normal statement from Red indicating her mental facility is good. The doctor left us soon after promising they would be finished with their tests in about a half hour then we will be allowed to visit with her. Everyone's attention turned to me as soon as the doctor left expecting a report from my phone call. "Mathew says that the film studio is going to hold a press conference later today so that they can put a positive spin on the whole incident. The leading lady will be there speaking about the incident. There is information leaking about the incident and the press is demanding more." Grace, Frankie and Niamh looked at me from the couch with grave concern. "We know about your lifestyle son and you own my daughter, Jack, but that doesn't stop her being my daughter. I sure hope you have a plan because I can't think of any way from keeping her life with you out of the public eye other than suing all parties involved." I knew what he was really asking and I truly felt for him. "We all know your daughter was open to you about her life from the very beginning. I understood from the very start that, in her heart, she was still a traditional Irish girl and family meant everything to her. I can't fix something this big. Her medical needs outweigh every other consideration including risking exposure of her private life. I can minimize the damage but that's all. The law firm we retained to handle the matter have been instructed to fight to keep Red's private life out of the public eye. They are one of the best in this arena and they have taken off the gloves." Detective Shaun O'Connell (Retired) looked over at his family for consensus after hearing me out. They nodded their understanding and agreed to let me continue doing what I'm doing. He extended his hand in abdication of the wellbeing of their daughter to me. I shook his hand conveying understanding of the gravity of this agreement knowing full well how difficult it is for this proud man to step aside. "I still have a few friends in the department, if they can help they will." I nodded and got busy. "Doctor Kellerman." "When did you start to answer your own phone? I thought you got those minimum wage assistants of yours to do that for you." The roar of laughter came over the line. "You caught me at a weak moment. What can I say? I have to let them go on dinner breaks or they get the union onto me. How, the hell, are you Jack?" "Joseph, I need your help." He immediately got serious because I never called him by his first name unless there was something significant happening. I explained that the story in the papers at the moment coming out of Quantum Studio's involved Red. "Oh shit. You mean the girl who stopped Caroline Atkins from being burned to a cinder was Red?" "Yes, it was. The doctor just gave us the team's assessment. I need your help. The press is going nuts wanting interviews and unless I can delay the studio going public about Red's involvement they'll be on us like a pack of wolves. They plan to show the film of Red getting Caroline Atkins out of the way but my lawyers are trying to limit her exposure. Joseph, Red's not in any state to have more pressure heaped on her so I need her gone." For the next twenty minutes we talked logistics. Although the family could only hear my side of the conversation I could tell they were beginning to feel better about the situation. I watched Niamh go in to see Red as I got off the phone. I told the family that Doctor Kellerman needed to talk to the medical team before we could proceed in moving Red to an isolated location. The family understood. I also told them that it was highly likely that we will be able to move Red because Dr. Kellerman is her primary physician and a highly respected internal medicine specialist and certified ER doctor. Mathew called me while I was in the hospital administrator's office. He managed to get the press conference changed to later that evening but that was the best he could do. The studio has tentatively agreed to keep Ms. O'Connell's name out during the press conference but her name won't be going to be kept out of the press forever given the leaks. Even though the hospital administration was well aware what will happen as soon as Red's identity is leaked since they are the primary hospital for any incidents that happened on any movie shoots in the area but they were not happy about it at all. They do have protocols in place to handle the press but they would rather not have their staff and patients impacted by the publicity. I explained my plan and Dr. Kellerman's involvement. They were happy to assist in our transition plan and they were very cooperative with Dr. Kellerman when he contacted them. The hospital administration made Red's medical team available as soon as Joseph called. Both medical teams quickly established a good rapport and developed a detailed plan on Red's transition. The hospital even offered to have the medical team available to travel with Red and continue the treatment plan as scheduled. Everything was agreed upon and put into motion. I sat in on the meeting but I was as useful as a fart in an elevator. I phoned down to Frankie and got her to ask if Shaun could contact his friends to form a police escort to the airport? I received my answer even before he started calling. My next call was one I wasn't looking forward to. "Father Patrick Stevens' residence" "Is the father in? This is Jack McManus." "Jack!" "Forgive me father for I have sinned so many times." "You have been a cross I must bare Jack. Sister Mary Patrick has worn a hole in her rug praying for your soul. To what do I owe the pleasure of this call?" Patrick Stevens was the man who married Shannon and me. He was also the man who placed her to rest along with our child. He held me when I railed against God and the unfairness of my losses. I think I would have hated him if he started spewing platitudes like, "It is God's Will" or "God needed them by His side". But he just held me and told me he didn't understand why God allowed this to happen and it wasn't fair. His understanding and his humbleness to admit he didn't know it all built a bridge for me to retreat from my darkness and possibly madness. After a while he brought Red to me thrusting her hand into mine when he did. Somehow he knew of about our relationship just as he knew that Red was what I needed. I came back three days later and thanked him for everything. He looked me in the eyes and told me he didn't know what I was talking about. I am ever in his debt. There is nothing I won't do for him. "Are you still publishing God's Gazette father?" "Jack McManus, I will not have the bi-weekly edition of the St. Mary's Chronicle spoken of in this manner. You know it is still in circulation since it's your company that donated the printing press and a 'mysterious' donor keeps us fully stocked on all our supplies." I couldn't help but smile. I liked this man and his efforts to be the moral voice of the community; the St Mary's Chronicle is the cornerstone of his efforts. Most of the time people from the town or from his congregation would phone in stories and, occasionally, he would go out on a tip. Our town became a close knit community when the paper came out. The paper published tidbits from its citizens; celebrated little accomplishments; published wonderful family recipes from the area; and admonished all to perform an act of kindness for a stranger. Pretty soon no one could perform those acts of kindnesses for strangers because there were no strangers in our town. Father Stevens has truly blessed all he's touched. "Father I'm going to hand you and your paper a scoop. I need to give it to you because I know you will be able to handle the aftermath." It seems Father Patrick Stevens was still sharp as ever even as he approaches seventy. His next words gave him away and helped me by not having to go into too much detail. "Oh my Lord, so it is true. I've followed the story or at least as much as the studio have been willing to let out. How is she Jack?" We talked for some time. I told him Red's condition and our attempts to hold the studio back from releasing any information about her. But the dam was about to burst and I was almost powerless to stop it. We talked about Joseph Kellerman's involvement and our plan. "Father she is still in a bad way but the hospital has agreed to the move her. Joseph is already on his way here in an air ambulance. We have the transportation covered and Joseph is taking Red back with him along with her medical team. He has a private clinic already on standby. I need you to handle the interview, please Father, no pictures." "Is she that badly burned Jack?" The concern in his voice was touching. I knew I had to quickly dispel his run away imagination. "She has some third degree burns on her upper back and the bottom half of her neck. She was shielding Caroline Atkins as she pulled her from the scene. She is expected to make a full recovery but she will have scars. The press is going to descend on you once you print the story in St Mary's Chronicle. I'm sorry I'm putting you in this situation." "There is no need to apologize, Jack. Red holds a very special place in my heart. We will do everything to protect her. Now, set aside your worries about the press and go take care of her." He, as always, knew exactly the words to say to me to comfort me. We worked through the timing of the story and I could hear him making notes. I trusted this man like very few people in my life. I know he would treat this story with dignity and, when the press people came and parked on his front lawn, he would pass the offering plate asking for donations to the churches food bank. If anyone could stand fast against the sea of humanity that was about to descend upon him it was this man. However, this story will put St Mary's Chronicles on the map but that is the last thing he cares about but, really, this is all about me and Red and our lives. ******* The tube was out of her mouth. Red watched me approach and smiled. Her eyes glazed with impending tears as I bent down to kiss her cheek. "You've been avoiding me." "Don't flatter yourself. You and Shannon always used to leave your dorm room a mess when we were at college. All these years and nothing changes. I'm still picking up after you." The heart monitor sped up for a moment. I can see Red's thoughts were elsewhere. "Happy times indeed. You know we left it a mess so you would get angry and punish us. We used to show each other our bruises resulting from our punishment and giggle about them." Our laughter quickly descended into silence. We just looked at each other feeling the tension build. The tears started trickling down her cheek. "I'm so sorry my master, truly I am, but I could not let it happen." "I know. You are Red. It's what you have to do." The silence was longer this time. Red seemed to be dreading what was coming. I leaned in close and kissed her cheek before I told her what was happening at the studio and why we needed to move her out of harm's way. Mathew Bowden stood next to me in the hospital administration office as I spent the next twenty minutes signing all the necessary forms. The hospital was covering there asses and I couldn't blame them. Joseph had called me and told me they had already landed and were waiting, a police car had turned up seconds after the wheels of the air ambulance had stopped and parked alongside them. The medical team made ready to travel with Red and so with a final hand shake and after thanking the staff the four police motorcycle team shot through the city on the way to the airport while the press sat and listened to the PR people at Quantum Studio's. They never did show the film of Red pulling Caroline Atkins out of the way though. Mathew and his staff pulled every trick in the book that finally forced the studio to capitulate and pulled any footage of Red at the conference. We know the studio will eventually break through all the legal maneuvering and release the footage but he gave us the time we needed and got Red out of the line of fire. Mathew and his staff earned every penny of the exorbitant fee they charged me. I even included a bonus along with a case of Cristal for what they pulled off. Joseph called me when they were about to take off and told me all had gone well. They were already hooking Red up and making her comfortable as I heard the pilot in the background telling everyone they had been given priority clearance as they prepared for takeoff. I turned to see some very anxious faces staring at me, "They're in the air. Joseph is taking Red to his private clinic. Tomorrow Father Stevens will interview her and print her story in his paper the same day. By evening the special edition will be all over town and by early tomorrow the press with descend into our quiet town and try to waylay the father not knowing he is one of the toughest men they will ever encounter. Everything is proceeding as planned." Frankie's Story Ch. 06 There seemed little left for us to do now. Frankie and I hugged Reds folks and promised to keep them up to date on everything that was going to happen. I pulled Shaun aside and asked him to thank his friends for me. Shaun looked me in the eyes and with a hint of a smile on his lips told me he didn't know what I was talking about. I smiled as echoes of those same words had been used to seal a friendship. I told Frankie to make all the necessary arrangements to fly Red's family out next month to stay with Red for a week. Frankie threw herself at me and sobbed. It seems I'm losing my evil master rep. The news frenzy lasted another week before the next disaster grabbed hold of the public's attention. Father Stevens was a rock and limited all information other than what he himself placed in his newspaper. Sales of St Mary's Chronicle that day and the one that followed went through the roof and they had to print the edition several times exhausting all their supplies. It looks like the 'mysterious' donor will have to make another contribution. ******* Reds progress was slow to start with but it crawled to a halt shortly after. She seemed to enjoy our daily visits but she was withdrawing into her shell. It may seem cruel but, after a week I told Red that we won't be back for awhile and that she took this opportunity to decide whether she still wants me to be her master and walked out. I told Frankie that she's forbidden to contact Red in any fashion. She stopped in the hall in shock then ran to plead with me. She can't just stop talking to Red! She would be lost without her sister! She kept at it until she saw the pain in my face. We went home and just held each other and prayed that Red would come back to us soon. We received a call from the Joseph a week later giving us Red's message, "Master, I'm so sorry. Please come back." We rushed to Red's room and the first words out of Red's mouth were, "I'm damaged, this will never go away I will always be scared." "So you refused me what's mine?" "Never my Master but you deserve perfection. All the plastic surgery will not bring back the Red you loved." "I demand obedience yet I'm not getting it from you. I don't expect you to come out of this unscathed or unchanged but I expect you to be part of this family. Don't you know the Red we love is not the shell you wear? It's the warm sassy caring woman inside. Your withdrawal from us has hurt us deeply and you will be punished for it." Her eyes lifted to look deeply into mine and her lip quivered for a moment. For the first time ever I saw her inner child. She was so afraid. Her question was a whisper. "What do you wish my Master?" "You will continue with your therapy until you are strong enough to go into surgery to receive your last skin grafts. You need these grafts to help rebuild your body's immune system. Your body is working too hard and it will eventually wear out. You will start physical therapy as soon as the medical team clears you so you can resume your physical trainer career. We want you to be with us for a very long time. You promised me some children and I'm holding you to it. As far as cosmetic surgery to remove the scars are concerned ..." I looked over at Frankie. "Take off your top and turn your back to Red." Frankie didn't even hesitate. "Frankie, I want you to schedule an appointment with Dr. Kellerman to have that tattoo removed. It offends me." Frankie turned around, stiffened up, and rubbed her hands together nervously before refusing, "No my master. To remove it is to disrespect the memory it represents. I will take any punishment you will give me for refusing but this tattoo is as much part of me my collar is. I cannot do as you command." I smiled and nodded to Frankie behind Red's back to let her know she is not in trouble. I turned back to Red, "Red, those scars are a badge of honor. They are as much part of you as your collar is. You saved someone's life. You had no thought of your own safety. Every time we see or touch those scars we will remember this tragedy but, more importantly, our hearts will swell with pride that one of our family is a hero." We grew quiet. Frankie and I watched Red as she struggled to come to terms with everything that has just transpired. Red looked up at us after awhile. We could see the gleam had returned in her eyes and we both broke out with great big grins. Red said, "I will do as you commanded my master. I will finish these courses of treatment and work to come back to you. I'm looking forward to my punishment." She had an impish grin as she continued, "I think it is time I sell my company in Hollywood and come home as we planned. I think we do need a baby in the house help mellow you out ... Master." Frankie walked up to Red and gave her a gentle hug before stepping back to be by my side. "We are family, get better and come home to us soon my sister." ******* We had given ourselves the weekend off and spent it all with Red. Her mood changed for the better after our talk. Doc Kellerman was happy with her progress and even hinted that she could well come home soon. I had stopped monitoring the program that tracked Samantha's usage of her necklace. There seemed little point to it. Neither of us had heard from her for close to six weeks and, to be honest, I didn't expect to hear from her again any time soon. She had come to me to be my slave as Red was. She wanted Red's status so Red and I explained what that status entails. Red worked with her in Hollywood while she visited with Red. It has become painfully obvious to me that Sam just wanted her "slavery fix" while learning to take over for her dad to head his conglomerate. She wanted all the advantages without taking any of the responsibility. She is, in some ways, very much like Red was in the beginning. The biggest difference was that Red had a desire to connect with us regardless of whether she was in her public mode. I don't see the same desire from Samantha. She puts us on the shelf when she's in public and pulls us off the shelf when she chooses to be a slave much like her collar. I need to break her of this behavior or I will have to let her go. It breaks my heart to even think it but I have no other choice. Samantha was in my chair when we got back. I gave her a scathing stare and yelled, "Get the fuck out of my chair, and who gave you access to my office?" She quickly jumped out of my chair and stood by Frankie as if seeking some form of protection. I grabbed the phone and called the reception desk demanding the person who answered get to my office right away before slamming the phone down glaring at Samantha. Within two minutes the guard from the reception desk came running into my office panting from his exertion. "Ok Tony, who allowed this woman into my office?" Tony quickly stole a glance towards Samantha before his attention returned to me. "Sir, she's Samantha Harper. She has been here a couple of times with both you and Francine. I told her you were not in but she said she knew you wouldn't be long and would wait for you." "Tony listen to me very carefully, your future with this company could depend on your answer. Who signs your paycheck, me or her?" Tony went white, Samantha took a step forward and I shouted at her, "Stand fucking still!" Tony stood stock still white as a sheet then his shoulder slumped resigning himself to whatever consequences he will suffer from his lapse in judgment. I stared at Samantha letting all the anger, frustration and tension that have accumulated over the last many weeks pour out onto her. My mind railed against her intrusion at the worst possible time. Her lack of respect of her status and my boundaries finally pushed me over the edge. "Ms. Harper, I almost lost one of the two most precious people in my life. I do not have either the time or patience to deal with your attitude. You need to rethink your attitude and approach us appropriately. I will not hesitate to sever any relationship with you or your company despite what it will cost me. Do you understand?" Samantha turned white with shock. She was beginning to see how her actions have nearly destroyed any relationship with me and my family. The use of her formal name and the exclusion of her as part of my inner circle were not lost to her. "Mr. Willard. Please escort Miss Harper to the front security desk and book an appointment for her please." Samantha meekly allowed herself to be led out. All defiance and willfulness drained out from her. Mrs. Gillins only gave away her presence in the office when she quietly gave her instructions to Tony. He nodded to her and extended his hand to Samantha. She opened the door for Tony and Samantha then closing the door behind them. I looked into Samantha's lost eyes as the door shut severing our connection. Mrs. Gillins finally walked over the Frankie and gave her a hug and asked her if she was ok. She waited until Frankie nodded and tried to put on a smile before she let her go and turned to look at me. "Mr. McManus, you may own the company but, sadly, Miss O'Connell is still in convalescence and therefore cannot reign in your temper. Your attack on Mr. Willard was not necessary since it is Miss Harper you wished to punish. Go home Jack. I'm sure Miss Harper will no doubt turn up there so punish her there. Fortunately, you're.... lapse in manners will be viewed as stress you have both been under since Miss O'Connell's accident." Her words hit home. Everything she said was true so I could see no reason to disagree with her. Mrs. Gillins returned to the business of the corporation and informed me that the status of all the projects is in my email ready for review ... from home ... then she invited me to leave the premises. She nodded to us both and walked out of my office returning to her office and closing her door. All we could do was watch her leave. "Bet you won't fire her." "I'm not that brave. Come on lets go home. I hate to admit it but she is right." As we passed the security desk I shook Tony's hand apologizing for my outburst. Neither one of us could decide what we wanted for lunch so we grabbed a couple of pizzas on the way out of town. My intention was to catch up on some work and let Frankie relax for the rest of the day. All of which changed when we saw the rental parked in front of the cabin. Frankie quickly grabbed the pizza boxes and disappeared into to cabin. I watched Frankie in wonder. Is this the same young woman who kneeled beside the hot tub pleading with me to take her as my slave? She is truly blossoming into a precious lady. I see more and more of Shannon in her. She has the same innate ability to sense others needs and how to fulfill them. My attention returned to Sam. "What do you want Samantha?" I opened the door to let Sam in before entering. I saw Frankie disappearing into the kitchen. She came out, sans pizza, with bottles of water. She set out two at the kitchen table taking one with her to the sun deck ostensibly to sunbath but really to give Sam and me the necessary space. "Don't make me ask again Samantha." "Look, I know I deserved what you said earlier, but dad has kept me busy and there never seems to be enough hours in the day." "Tell me Samantha, have you kept your necklace on since I gave it to you?" Her hand instinctively touched her necklace as she nodded her head. I had the urge to drag her to the playroom and start her punishment immediately but I reined in my instincts to see how far she was going to go. "I've never refused any of you girls any access to each other and I know they gave you every opportunity to connect with them by trying to phone you to keep in touch and up to date with their gossip. I, in fact, encourage this access because you all need to feel connected to each other. Yet you barely return their calls." Samantha stiffened in the chair before looking down at her hands as her fingers interlocked and her knuckles went white. I watched as the slave and Samantha fought each other. I know there wasn't anything I could do for her until she said something. A great weariness and sadness came over me. It looked like I will lose one of my own. "Go home Samantha. Take your time and decide what to do with your life. There is nothing for you here." Her head shot up and looked at me. It was only then that I saw the slave and she was crying imploring me not to give up. "I am home." "No Samantha, this is where you rest your head. This is where you come, visit friends, and catch up before you go home. You've played at being a slave because it fills that void in you for a short while. At the core you are the CEO-in-training." She paused for a moment as she regrouped and tried again. "Ok, I will admit that I have got carried away with my status. My sister told me that may happen; I now understand why the girls wanted to keep in touch with me on the phone. I asked for the same status as my sister and you gave it to me willingly. It's only now I have seen that I have taken too much for granted." This is the first honest statement she's made in the cabin since we've been here. I held off from making any quips because I needed to teach her a lesson and it will also be a test for her. Her future with us is dependent upon her response. "Then I'm telling you to return to your folk's home. I have my reasons and they will become clear to you soon enough. Perhaps when you return I will get the truth from you because at the moment you're talking shit and disrespecting both me and the lifestyle you claim to want and need. So, get your ass off my seat and get out of our lives and wait for me to call you. Take this opportunity to figure out what the fuck is going on in your head." Frankie came in and stood by the door watching and waiting. It was clear to us both that Samantha wanted to say more, just as it must have been clear that I was becoming increasingly frustrated with her. "Can I at least stay tonight?" I just couldn't believe she wanted to negotiate an order. "Samantha, it's been clear by your actions for some time now that you haven't wanted to stay here or talk to the girls so why the insistence that you stay somewhere you haven't wanted to be for weeks? So, no, just go home and leave us in peace." Both girls looked at each other. Frankie walked up to Samantha and gave her a hug goodbye but said nothing. I remained seated since we had both said our piece. It was up to Samantha to get her head in order and I hope she would sooner rather than later. She stayed for a few minutes more and then she got up and left. The looks she gave me as she walked towards the door left me no doubt that she expected me to change my mind. I wearily said one last thing before she walked out the door, "Samantha, please leave your necklace before going." She froze then she reached for the clasp with trembling hands and removed the necklace and handed it to Frankie. She knew I was not going to back down. Frankie clutched the necklace to her chest and quietly cried as we watched the car speed away. Frankie turned to me to be held and whispered to me, "I keep losing my sisters. I can't take much more of this." "Frankie, you do know she will try to phone one of you?" I felt her head nod against me. "What do you wish me to say to her?" "Only tell her the truth relating to your sister but hold off on giving your opinion on anything else. She will either realize that she was never meant to be anything more than a pale shadow of her Father completely suppressing her slave self or she will learn to relinquish control of her slave within and begin to reconcile her two selves." Frankie pulled away from me to look into my eyes with concern. "You believe that my sister is that messed up?" I couldn't help but laugh before I held her tight to me once again. "What you see in Red is the finished product. Much of what's going on within Samantha happened to Red. I believe Red tried to warn her of this but Samantha did not believe she needed to reconcile her slave self and the business executive to be fulfilled. She believes that she can bring out the slave to play when she needs to unwind much like Red used to believe." "When you were a child your folks told you not to touch this because it was hot and it would burn you or you need to eat this because it's good for you. Those lessons in judgment we were taught lay the foundation we use to form our own opinions on what is good or bad for us. Red, in much the same way, tried to teach Samantha that anchoring her life to us all was the only way for her status to truly work. Your sister has ignored Red's lessons and now she is suffering the consequences." Frankie looked at me. I could still see she was confused until I reminded her that Red was the finished article. What Samantha saw in Red was a woman who is able to live in both worlds and thrive but not the work Red had to do to reach this point. She thought, in her arrogance, that she could attain the same balance without the work and ignored Red's lessons. ******* The next few weeks we were busy with Frankie spent every waking moment with Red and I was occupied with the collaborative project with Montrose Industries. We ran into a number of issues that needed my and Rebecca's direct involvement. We hardly had time to see each other. I looked up one day and realized I had not spent any time with Frankie or seen Red. It was time I turned my attention to my girls. I called Mrs. Gillins to let her know I will be taking a few days off. I thought I heard her mutter "finally got a clue" before she hung up. I saw both girls sitting on the bed chatting and laughing as I came into Red's room. "How are my two girls doing?" Red squealed and jumped into my arms. "I am doing much better, Master. I've missed you but thank you for sending me Frankie. She has truly been a Godsend." Frankie gave me and Red a hug and said she needed to get some fresh air. Red and I visited all afternoon. I told her I needed to have Frankie with me for a couple of weeks as I was leaving. Red understood but looked a little down. I grasped her chin to look at me. "Listen, you will be coming home soon. Your homecoming celebration will be like no other we've ever experienced. Disney's got nothing on us. We love you and miss you." "I love you, too, Master. I can't wait to return home." We parted with a final hug and kiss. I lavished my attention on Frankie over the next few days. We went up to our lake to swim and sunbathe. We played in the playroom and she showed me how diligent she was in keeping the first law of a slave to our mutual satisfaction. We were in the hot tub when I hit her with it. As we talked I suspected she knew this conversation was coming. "You don't visit your folks as often as you should. You only do when I order you to do so." "I know. You're going to tell me to visit them now aren't you? I think what happened to my sister has made us both realize that we need to connect more with those we love, if anything it has made us realize how delicately balanced this life is. With your permission I would like to spend a week with them." I nodded my head in agreement. I held her a little tighter as we took solace in each other's embrace. "Why don't you call them and let them know you will be coming tomorrow?" The silence between us was expected with both of us too deep into our own thoughts to say much if anything. The words that came from Frankie just before we both got out of the hot tub made me smile, just a little. "Please my Master, can we go into the play room this evening? I wish to take you with me for my visit to my parents. I would treasure a bruise or two to remind me that I am but days away from returning to you." Frankie's Story Ch. 06 ******* It had been three days since Frankie left to be with her folks. Marci called the first day ... sarcasm wasn't very attractive on her especially when she asked me to find out from my boss when he was going to steal her daughter away for a year again. The laugh she got in return didn't go according to her plan I don't think. As for me, I immersed myself in work and didn't come up for air until I found Mrs. Gillins in my chair glaring at me. "Do not take the tragic accident of Miss O'Connell to the extreme Jack. While she is convalescing you have Francine in your life and when Miss Harper finally pulls her head out of her ass you will have her as well. Until then take everything a day at a time, you are the head of this company and that alone allows you some latitude. But even that gets old eventually." I saw the look in her eyes and knew she wasn't about to move so I made myself comfortable for a long lecture. "Is this the same advice you got about your husband?" I immediately felt bad for the dig. There was sadness in her eyes, even after all these years. "Donny died in active service, Jack. All I have is a flag and his medals but I had my prince charming for awhile. You know I lost my son a couple years ago to cancer. Yes, I still mourn their loss but I do not blame my best friend for my tragedy. Miss Harper didn't cause the accident at the studio, Jack. She is simply struggling with herself. You need to help her not punish her because she wasn't there for you all." I looked down the corridor to see if anyone was near. Mrs. Gillins, knowing where this was leading, got up and shut my door. "How long have you known?" "About a year after I started working for you. Don't get me wrong I have no interest in your lifestyle. You keep it discreet and for that I'm happy to help cover for you on the few occasions you slip up. The device you had Marlon build being one of them. Miss Harper needs your help. A little patience and some sessions, in what I believe you call it a playroom, will work wonders for her." Mrs. Gillins smiled, nodded and left my office closing the door behind her. I called Samantha and she picked up on the first ring. End of Chapter Six Frankie's Story Ch. 07 (This story interlocks with each chapter so if you come into this story other than the beginning, then you may well scratch your head at some of the comments within this chapter. I've tried to make this a glimpse into the lives and lifestyle of three people. They chose to keep there lives private, isn't it strange how life never lets that happen.) * "Hello ... M ... Jack," said Samantha in a strained voice. "Hi Samantha, how have you been?" "Fine ..." She broke down and started sobbing. I could hear her repeating, "I'm sorry, master," over and over again. My heart broke listening to her but I stayed quiet on the line to give her time to pull herself together before continuing. "It's time you came home. Why don't you come to my office tomorrow morning?" Samantha arrived at the lobby in the morning and signed in for our meeting. Tony escorted her to my office, taking care that she was properly accompanied. She saw me leaning at the entrance to my office as she rounded the corner. She let out a squeal and rushed to me. Poor Tony didn't know what to do. Her rush up the corridor had caught him unprepared. I waved to Tony, around the sobbing woman in my arms letting him know it was okay. He sighed in relief as he returned to his desk. "She's badly hurt. You tried to tell me and I didn't listen. All the times I should have been talking to my sisters. Those are wasted times now and no matter what I do or say I can't get them back, can I?" I shook my head silently and held her tighter. "My sister warned me of the inner chaos that would follow and I ignored her. I thought I knew it all. I thought I had it all, but now when I think about it I had nothing. I've wasted so much time." Finally, she pulled away from me so she could look at me. "I have no right to ask this. Hell, I'm lower than pond scum for the way I have treated you all. Please, can you take me home? I know the owner of the company. I've even slept with him a couple of times. I'm sure I can get him to let you go early." I laughed. For the first time in what feels like forever, I actually laughed. Even Mrs. Gillins leaned out of her now open door to take a look before she smiled and went back into her office. Samantha didn't even want to drive and asked if she could leave her car and come home with me. She stared out of the window not saying a word as she hung onto my arm the entire journey. She was lost in thought until my hand touched her arm. It caught her by surprise and breaking into her musings, she jumped in her seat and let out a little gasp. She looked at me as if seeing me for the first time. "This is going to hurt isn't it?" There was a look of resignation in her eyes. I could see she knew what was coming and resigning herself to it as penance for her behavior, these last few months. "Yes. I could take you back to your car if you wish. We can both call this a learning experience and get on with our lives but, Samantha, the moment you enter that cabin you are mine and I will hurt you for the hurt you have caused our family. There is no Frankie inside to protect you and, other than your safe word, you have nothing. Do you trust me to know your limit?" She stared ahead vacantly fighting her inner demons. She broke out of her thoughts with a shake and exited the car. Samantha stripped out of her clothes as she approached the cabin and knelt on the porch in front of the door, much like the first time she was here. I came up behind her, collecting her clothes and knelt beside her. I could see the tears streaming down her face and her lips trembling in fear. She started rubbing the arm Arnold broke reflexively in her stress. I quietly asked her, "What is your safe word?" Her mouth opened but nothing came out. She started shaking all the while her eyes locked on the door in front of her. I touched her shoulder and asked her again, "What is your safe word?" "I ... can't." Samantha started sobbing harder and shaking. She gripped her arm tightly to herself digging her nails into her side. She flinched and pulled away from me when I tried putting my arms around her. I sighed as I watched her struggle. I stood up and extended my hand, "Come on, I can't let you go back home in the state you are in." Samantha gulped and slowly took my hand and I lifted her to her feet. I escorted her to her seat in the kitchen. I pulled a bottle of water out of the fridge for her, left her to change into my jeans and t-shirt and picked up a set of Frankie's clothes for Samantha. I saw her trying to drink but her hand shook so badly she couldn't get it to her mouth. She put down the bottle when she saw me. I placed the clothes in front of her telling her she needs to get dressed. "But... I don't understand. You've seen me naked before, hell we have even had sex, why the need for clothes?" What I said next stung her so much she was close to tears again. "Because I owned you then, but I don't own you now. You are a guest in my house." I almost didn't catch what she said next, as her head lowered to look at the tabletop. "Rosebud." I waited in silence. "My safe word is 'Rosebud'. Please, I can do this." "Sadly Samantha, I don't know if you can. You are fighting so hard against yourself I'm afraid you will break again and this time; I won't be able to put you together again. The slave within you either isn't strong enough or you have exhausted her to the point that she can't break free." She raised her head and looked into my eyes. I saw the fire in her that I saw at the lakeside when she was with her mother and me. It began to flicker to life again. Her doubts and fears were being pushed back, by her desire to return to us. "My safe word is 'Rosebud" I can do this," She said again through gritted teeth. Her eyes narrowed slightly and she refused to look away. "I carry your mark. You branded my soul that day at the lake. I am yours. I am your slave." "You may be now and you may even be in a day or two from here, but, once you're at home with your folks, Samantha, you will do everything in your power suppress the slave in you. I once had a conversation with your folks and it went something like this, 'At the moment the slave is holding onto Samantha, who in turn is holding onto Frankie.' But right now all I see is you, holding the slave by the throat and you have no intention of letting go." She blanched. She held herself rigid before speaking. "Slave is stronger than me, she scares me." I just shook my head and got up to make us both something to eat. We continued our conversation as we prepared lunch. "I have every intention of sending you home after lunch and telling you to come back when you're not talking so much crap. Slave reached out to you and all you did was pay her lip service. Can't you see you're allowing that animal that broke your arm to continue victimizing you? You're allowing him to dictate how you should live your life. You came here, hoping that I would go easy on you and let you wear my collar again and give you the status without the commitment we both require." "You know if I compromise and let you control the relationship, you will grow to resent all of us. You know deep inside you need me to take control for you to be content but you're too stubborn and too frightened to really let go. You are trying to control a situation that you can't control, out of fear. You need to ask yourself, 'Will I let my fear control me or will I trust the one man who will take care of me, control me?' You cannot be the slave you need to be and, therefore, the CEO you have to be, until you answer that question." "You make it sound like I'm a complete basket case." I smiled and shrugged. "All I'm doing is simplifying what is going on in your head. I know what happened still haunts you. I understand you don't want to get hurt again, but slave needs the pain to center her and make her whole. It is a horrible place to be in. Have you spoken to Frankie about this? You should, if you haven't." We sat and ate in silence. I cleared the table and cleaned the kitchen leaving Samantha to think through everything we discussed. It was clear to see she was still in deep turmoil. "We have talked about you being a slave. We have even touched on Frankie as being a slave. Do you know what Red is?" She looked at me as if as I asked her if the Earth was round. The only thing missing was the 'duh'. "She's a slave, like us." "Well, actually, no. I've never been one to put people into socially accepted cubbyholes. It's you girls that are comfortable with being called slave and it is your need to call me Master. Again, I understand that, even though I'm not exactly a card-carrying member of the BDSM society. I have, in fact, never set foot in a club and I have no desire to find a sub for an evening. Red isn't a slave. She's a switch. She is my submissive, but she is a dominant with Frankie, Shannon, and, possibly, you." I sat back and watched the wheels go around in her head. I would have enjoyed watching her piece together what I had just said and why I had said it in the first place if it weren't for the seriousness of the situation. "You think I'm a switch?" I shrugged my shoulders and continued to look at her. Samantha was completely befuddled not knowing how, what I had just said fit into the situation. I thought it best to put her out of her misery now. "In another lifetime perhaps, but this conversation is moot to be honest." She placed her elbows on the table as she leaned forward, her eyes tried to hold my stare. There was clearly a war going on in her head and one I believed, I no longer had a stake in. "Put your clothes on." "No. Explain what you mean." Samantha clearly winced, when she watched me lean toward her letting my anger show. "Heed these words with great care young lady. So far, you have fucked with my life. You have caused me, Frankie and Red an immense amount of grief. You have not given me one reason why I need to deal with you any longer. Therefore, I strongly suggest you do as you're told or get a fucking cab back to your car and get the hell out of my life. I will send your clothes back to you, when they are cleaned." We stared at each other across the table, neither willing to give in. This went on for what seemed to be hours before she broke our stare and slowly started dressing. I left the table taking my drink with me and went to the living room. Samantha followed me once she was dressed. She knelt on the floor beside my seat. She set her gaze on the floor and held her pose waiting for me. She must have heard me sigh but she refused to look at me. It was clear; she was not leaving without every option explored. I was still wondering to whom I was having this conversation with. "The slave within you reached out to you, when you found out about Frankie and me. You did all you could to ignore her, because of the scumbag that broke your arm. This is truth time Samantha. You have chosen him over your own wellbeing. You took the freedom that college afforded you to explore your slave self, while away from your parents, when you felt they would never understand. You trusted your boyfriend in this exploration but when he broke your arm, you turned on slave and blamed her for everything. You made her a scapegoat and when you returned to college, you did everyone who propositioned you to hide your shame and your pain." She winced as I recounted even this much. I'm sure her father didn't know any of this and neither did I, until Rebecca had told Frankie. I had struck home with what I'd said. "Frankie's life is compartmentalized. She can switch from Francine to Frankie so quickly and with so much ease that she cannot see those differences any longer. The reason is she trusts herself and her own judgment. She trusts me. You, on the other hand, trust no one, especially yourself. You fear your own judgment. You know slave trusts me but you can't trust your slave." Her head quickly rose and she stared at me. Her eyes misted up, shoulders slumped slightly and she lowered her head again before she nodded her head in acknowledgment of my statement. I let go of a breath, I didn't know I was holding. I may be breaking through her last barriers and I couldn't let up. "If you think I will relent and punish you and accept you back into our family you are mistaken. We still have a long ways to go. Shannon, Red and Frankie all have something in common that you don't." "All three of them have bared their souls to me. They have allowed themselves to be vulnerable to me trusting me, to safeguard their hearts for them. Much of what I have found out about you did not come from you. You came here demanding Red's status without working for it. You believe you just needed to show just enough to get everything from us. It doesn't work that way. You cannot be the slave you need to be if you don't trust your master enough to be fully open and vulnerable to him." "This may sound like a paradox but the more you open up to me and become vulnerable to me, the more I will treasure you and guard you." Her eyes narrowed slightly as she thought about what I had just said. "You, Samantha, have trust issues with men and quite frankly, I can't say I blame you. Perhaps you just heaped too much on yourself, too soon. I will be here and I will safeguard your collar for you, when you're ready. Maybe you do need to go home and decide whether you trust yourself and whether you trust me." Once again, Samantha looked up at me, her shoulders were straight and her chest automatically pushed itself out as air filled her lungs. "Please, my Master ..." I put my hand up to stop her, "I know you regret what has happened over the last few months. You want to prove to me that you want to be a slave with persuasive arguments. Ask yourself honestly, what do you have to say that you haven't said already? There is only one way to prove to me that you are ready for this and you know what that is." I looked at the clock in the kitchen. We had been talking well into the evening and, to be honest, I really didn't feel anything, had been accomplished. "Samantha, I'm starting to feel like I've filled your head with too much and you haven't had the time to absorb and work through everything that's been said here. It's getting late. You will sleep in the guest room tonight. My room is off limits to you. You need time and space to think. We will talk again in the morning. I will not violate your privacy as my guest. It's a hard rule. Go to bed." As I rose to take the cups into the kitchen, I heard her say something I had only ever heard Frankie say. "I will obey." She was gone when I had finished in the kitchen. I grabbed a bottle of water before heading out to the hot tub to relax. I heard both Red and Frankie's voices arguing for and against Samantha. I played over all the warnings and debates over accepting her. I had to chuckle when I remember Red clearly admonishing me for 'collecting waifs and strays'. She was right. I had laid everything on the line for Samantha. It may have been too much, but she needed every scrap of information so she could make the right choice for herself. It was up to her now and no one else could choose for her. I hoped she would make the right choice and would not allow that bastard to dictate the rest of her life for her. I know I would miss her terribly if she chose to leave. Her legs appeared next to me before I realized she was even there. She had slid into the hot tub before I could even stop her, not that I was going to try. She wanted to talk so why would I deny her? "Before you say anything, I'm wearing a bathing suit. I heard the hot tub turning on. I'm no rocket scientist, but it doesn't take one to figure out you're not going to bed yet and since I'm under orders not to sneak into our room to be with you, I can be with you here, albeit with this thing on." Ok, I smiled. What else could I do? What she did next caught me unprepared. Samantha climbed onto my lap and placed her arms around me, and then said, "I promised I would think about all that we have talked about and that's the truth but for now I need to be this close to you. I hope I get SOME indication that you still care for me. If it should ever arise, I will be satisfied but I will deny ever having ... um ... felt your care." This Goddamned woman always has a way of making me smile. I shook my head and drew her close to me, just not TOO close. "Tell me about the early days." Pulling my head back to look at her, uncertain of what she was asking of me. "The original gang of three, what was it like in the early days?" Once Samantha recognized the look of understanding, she settled her head on my shoulder as I reminisced about my past with Shannon and Red. She only interrupted when she suggested we move back into the cabin before we both turned into prunes. Even as we both got out of the tub, there was no respite. Samantha quickly dashed into my room returning with t-shirt and shorts and then dashed into hers to get the same. Samantha would ask a question here or there, as we both stripped down. I'm not sure if it was habit, but she dried me off and then went over to the couch to dry herself. The questions continued as we both dressed and she once again resumed her place on my lap, as my past with both girls was laid bare to her. Before either of us realized it, the sun had climbed over the ridge and was peaking into the day room and by then I was thinking about Shannon's funeral, Samantha pretty much knew the rest. "Go to bed and sleep in. I fully intend to, once I've left a message with work that I won't be in today." "That is one order I will gladly obey. Sleep well, my Master." She had already turned and headed for her room, I swear that girl swung those hips of hers just a bit more than she had earlier. I'm not even sure what woke me, just one of those feelings perhaps. Many years ago, Frankie was with Shannon and I, while my brother and Marci took a cruise. Frankie wasn't well. One of those twenty-four hour bugs that float around from time to time. Even though Shannon and I are sound sleepers, both of us woke instantly when we sensed that something wasn't right and just made it to her room in time to watch her be sick on the floor. I cleaned up while Shannon calmed a six-year-old Frankie after she had freaked out, not knowing what was happening to her. It was one of those moments. I woke sensing something was different in the cabin, it was then I heard crying. Samantha was knelt at the end of my bed, the tears streamed down her face. Even as my body moved to reach out to her, Samantha held up her hand to stop me. "Please, my Master. Last night I heard from your lips such a tale of love and I envied each of you. I have thought long and hard and this is my choice." Even as she said that, her arms extended so they took in the whole cabin, she blushed as her eyes once again settled on me, her words were calm and even, as though rehearsed. "I know I have to be punished for my actions over these last months. But this I give as my word, although I cannot equal my sisters, in my own way, my heart tells me I can aspire to be as good as them both someday." Again, her eyes rose to meet mine, not in defiance. Samantha wanted to make a point. "Your choice of a safe word for me is Rosebud. If I can ask but one thing from you, can you punish me after we have made love? I've missed your touch so much, and I need that to carry me over the pain I will endure for treating the status you gave me so shabbily." Even now, I still felt the urge to make sure she knew precisely what she was letting herself in for. "Take these words and keep them close to your heart. You are on probation; this is your last chance Samantha. You fuck this up and there is no second chance out there for you to grab hold of. All three girls came into our version of this lifestyle with their eyes wide open, they knew what was required of them and all accepted that. There is no compromise, you won't be earning, Samantha. You came here and pissed over all the chances you will ever have. You're running on empty young lady and for some time to come, it's going to be all uphill." Frankie's Story Ch. 07 Although the tears had stopped, it was still plain to see, she was still close to it. For such a long time, Samantha watched me waiting for me to add to my last comment. I didn't need to; the ball was in her court now. She watched as I leaned over to the bedside cabinet and pulled the drawer open. Seconds later her necklace arced its way towards her, she caught it mid-air with both hands and instinctively held it close to herself. "For a start, you don't get to ask shit from me. If you put that on it means you have heard and accept what I've said; we will draw this one line under all this and get on with this life and that includes me taking you into the playroom, before I make love to you. Remember, you have no rights in this, from now and for some time to come." Her chest rose as she slowly sucked in air. Samantha's eyes were glued to the necklace in her hands. She placed it on the bed and then stood. Her hands went to her t-shirt and pulled it off before pulling her shorts to the floor. The concentration on her face remained the same, even as she placed her necklace once again around her neck and knelt on the bed staring at my chest. "I will obey, and thank you for once again, reminding me of my place." There was something about her now, the way she held herself ready perhaps. Last night Samantha had actually thought about what was going to happen to her, about the way she had treated us all so badly over these last few months. She knew that her behavior had caused all of this. Today was her day of reckoning and she knelt expectantly, waiting for the punishment she felt and now understood she was due. I'm sure what caused her surprise was the way my arm came up and my hand opened up to her. Samantha looked at it, and then at me. Although the tears welled up within her, the thousand-watt smile kept them at bay. She clasped my hand ever so tightly as she crawled over the bed and between the covers. Our bodies melted into each other as the last vestige of restraint vanished, her tears burst forth and for some time, all I did was hold her tight to me as agonizing sobs poured forth. It was clear she was trying to say something and although the crying kept getting in the way, Samantha felt the need to say whatever it was. "I... I love..." The pent up emotions once again took her as she cried into my shoulder for a few moments. Again, she pulled air into her lungs, willing herself to stop crying as she pulled herself away to look at me, her hand came up and held my cheek and a small smile grew on her lips. "You were right, all along you were right. I am Samantha the businesswoman, and no one but you and my sisters will ever see the slave within. That is my gift to her and all of you. Should any of you ring me, I will answer, regardless of what I'm doing, should you need me, I will be but a plane ride away. Last night I heard a tale of such love between three people that my heart burst with shame, that I had come so close to walking away from this and pride, that the slave that I am will share in it. I came to my senses last night, my Master. Please find it within yourself, to forgive this idiot." Her other hand came up and now both held my face, her eyes bored deep into my soul. Samantha took but a moment to finish what she wanted to say. "I love you. I love my sisters and I will make you all proud of me, as you test me. Should this slave ever waver, I know I have you all at the end of a phone and here in this special place. This slave had it all and came so close to losing it all, you gave me this last chance and that is all I need to prove to you that you have this slave for life. I love you my Master." She stopped talking. The feeling that a 'but' was hanging in the air was there also. The pause grew, in both time and unease. Finally, Samantha spoke once again. "My soul is laid bare to you, there is but one thing I have left to give you. It grew in me because of the answer you would give me... No. It grew because of the answer I feared you would give me. Who is the woman under you right now? Are you fucking Mitchell Harper's daughter?" Now I understood why she held my head so tightly. Her eyes gave her away; the emotions within her were finally at peace. She was slave and she wished me to see her. To know that special person within her, that for now, she was in control and this was the first time she had admitted it to anyone. Reinforcing that statement, by telling me of her love and her one doubt, fed upon itself to the point of almost destroying her own happiness. "Know this. Seal it in your heart, you are Samantha Harper. That will never change, when you are here, on the phone to us and I do include Red and Frankie in the 'us' part, you are slave. We both have a business to run but we cannot sacrifice the 'us', to do it. You are slave when you are expected to be and when you need to be. It is also, why you are never called anything more than Samantha. Mitchell Harper's daughter isn't here, Samantha is." Her eyes welled up again, as something else happened as well. As that thousand-watt smile burst through the worry in her eyes, she also seemed to glow. She mouthed a thank you and we sealed our conversation with a kiss. Even her kiss was submissive, she sought nothing other than accede to me, to let me know that I had access to her mouth. Samantha's tongue guided when asked and kept me company when I went exploring. Even as our kiss ended and I pulled away slightly to look at her, her eyes almost glowed and the thousand-watt smile that quickly followed. "This body, mind and soul are yours, my Master. I wear your brand with honor, how may I please you?" I'm sure she noticed the small smile I tried to hide; it would have been unfair to let her think anything, other than what had just struck me. "Have you noticed that you are already talking like the girls do?" The smile grew, in both her eyes and lips; she nodded and then said, "It is the way. I am slave and nothing will ever change that." Samantha then winked. "Plus my sister gave me tips on how she does it. It gets easier I know, that girl doesn't even have to think about it anymore, with me I have to think a second ahead of myself but it's getting easier." "When did you speak to Frankie?" Samantha blushed. "An hour, before I came and sat on our bed. I needed to speak to her, to apologize. I got the poor girl out of bed to talk and I felt so guilty for doing it." The temptation to ask more was almost overwhelming, but the girls needed their own line of communication so I left it at that, for now. The covers were kicked onto the floor and, as I adjusted my position on the bed, Samantha opened her legs. I still had my morning wood and intended to take full advantage of it. I had seen Samantha's body in all sorts of angles but it still held me in wonder. Her own body heat seemed to rise and she blushed as she found me looking at her. Samantha's hand came down the side of my body, paused at my hip and then held my hardness. "Please..." I paused, even that one word held a need within it. "I know you are going to be tender. You have that look in your eyes that tells me this, even though my behavior recently says I don't deserve it. When the time comes and you wish to enter this body, can I be the one to hold you as it goes in?" For some reason only known to her, she actually thought I was going to refuse. I kissed her forehead, her head moved up to catch a kiss as my lips touched the tip of her nose, and then, once again her lips before I nodded my head and smiled. The squeal and then the hug made me pause as I desperately tried to get my hearing back. My journey down her body made me stop to snack on her breasts. Even on her back, they still stood proud, her nipples tight and fully erect. The color of her chest now matched her neck. Samantha moaned as my mouth sank onto her breasts swirling my tongue as I did, she moved upwards trying to force yet more of herself into me. My cock slipped between her pussy lips and lust made her wriggle in an attempt to force me inside her. I had made a promise, so I eased back slightly turning my attention once again on her delicate flesh. Again, she moaned. A hand moved up my back, ending with her finger tips barely touching my skin by the time it had traveled to my neck and my body involuntarily shuddered. She winked and smiled, her own delicate way of telling me that she could torture me just as much as I could her. My teeth scraped along that delicate flesh as I moved my head away from her, stopping at her nipple to envelope my mouth around it so I could suck on it. The glistening saliva that I left there was added to, when my tongue followed down her breast to the ridge between both, her skin leaving a trail of goose bumps as I did. Again, she gasped. My mouth repeated what I had done to her other breast, Samantha's breathing was becoming ragged, her hips tried to once again envelope my cock within her. The tip pushed at the warm folds of her lips and she groaned again, trying once again, she would move her hips up and down as she tried to force her hips down. The head of my cock slipped easily between her pussy lips and she sighed at her small victory. Her sigh quickly turned to a moan of frustration when I once again pulled back, leaving but the head of my cock parting her pussy lips once again. Even as my head came up, our eyes met and we both smiled, we could continue this game for sometime and we both knew who would be the winner. The resigned look in her eyes made me move back slightly, allowing her hands to grasp my cock, that thousand-watt smile took her once again as she adjusted my position. I acceded to her own impatience, this one time. I had been in her many times, yet today she was soaking the sheets with the cum seeping out of her. The low moan told me a great deal. The way she lifted her hips slightly at the last moment and the sigh that soon followed, only added to the sensations of my cock traveling into a liquid furnace of a pussy. Even as our loins fully met and Samantha clamped her pussy muscles to hold me there, we paused to once again and kiss. Her thighs came into contact with my hips before something in her head made her stop and ease her thighs apart before placing her feet between my legs, her knees still wide, this woman wanted me to know she would always be open to me. "Thank you for letting me do that. I understand, I won't get to do it all that often but I will relish those times you allow it." I suppose this was one of those moments where the lines between Master and slave blur slightly. Samantha still had to be taught, what she had done to us all was wrong, but this woman lying beneath me had understood now, that her own doubts had been groundless. Communication was everything in this lifestyle. She had never got that with her last Master, a broken arm yes, but real knowledge of all this had to come to her both from within and help from us all. Ground rules were everything and Samantha had to be taught those, so she could understand and never repeat what had happened. It was time to show her love, a glimpse perhaps of what she has here and had a chance to keep hold of as long as she worked at it and held on to it with both hands. Once again, we kissed and once again, I was left in wonder at this woman, Samantha could learn if you took time to teach her. She was slave beneath me, just as she was a willing woman. We explored and fed our own hunger for each other, every time I felt my cock twitch inside her, she would respond with gently clamping the walls of her pussy around my hardness, to remind us both that we had time. The final peck to her lips brought a smile; her eyes once again gave her away. The fact that I was slowly pulling my cock out of her, sure gave me away. Now only the bulbous head of my cock remained in her and Samantha adjusted her legs, her knees closed in and as I pushed forward, she lifted herself slightly so I pushed deep within her. We were slow, comfortable with each other and although my strokes were a constant, she would adjust herself every now and then. A soft moan or a gentle grunt would escape her as she took pleasure from our lovemaking, and it was love making. Our bodies matched in every way right there on that bed, we were one, joined in more places that our loins and enjoying every second of it. Soon my thrusts into her became more vigorous, she would again adjust her body but it was easy to see that her own orgasm was closing in on her. Samantha panicked when she realized that blurred line between us came with no rules. Was she supposed to ask for her orgasm, could she seek to move on top? The tightening of her stomach and the hard clamping down on my cock gave her away again. Her eyes screamed her confusion and as she opened her mouth to ask, her own body had betrayed her. Her hips thrust upwards one final time and she came, the long slow groan that heralded that slow burn of her pussy, the juices that coated my cock once again and the heat her body generated pushed her head long towards her orgasm and nothing this side of hell was going to stop her from having it. That orgasm was hard on her, she pushed it back and then seemed to accepted it when it swept over her, wept when it arrived and looked up at me with tears in her eyes, fearing that she had failed me, Samantha sobbed, she buried her head into my shoulder and cried, heart breaking sobs of despair. Every time she tried to speak, her own emotions engulfed her and nothing but a sob escaped her mouth. Even shifting my position so we were now on our sides facing each other, didn't deflect from the fact that she wouldn't look at me, her own body still betrayed her, her pussy would still twitch around me occasionally. Samantha couldn't look at me and since she couldn't do that, she didn't see the smile I had on my face. Perhaps it was time to once again, put her at her ease, twisting once again so she was now on top her face was now open to me. Her tears once again burst forth as she looked down at me. It was clear to see that I allowed her too much to soon. That would have to change. "You have cum, I have not. Make up for this lapse and all will be forgiven." She smiled and nodded, before her hands came to rest on my chest and she fucked me hard, barely out of her own orgasm. What she was doing now, was plunging herself head long into another. Her teeth came together in grim determination that would not happen. Finally, she felt my cock twitch and a small smile once again came to her lips, yet her task once again felt like an impossible one, the more she drove down on my cock the more sensations she sent to her body. Each task came with a price, yet Samantha was as determined now as I have ever seen her. My hands rose to her tits, my fingers played with her nipples and she smiled. Her nails dug deep into my chest in anticipation of what came next. My fingers bit deep into her fully erect nipples and my hand twisted, she screamed and clamped down hard on my cock one more time sending ropes of cum deep into her womb. Samantha's body glowed, the sweat over her body reflected so much light off her and she came so very hard. My fingers let go of her and she slumped forward onto my chest, her breathing sounded like a woman of eighty and judging by the look in her eyes and smile on her face, a very happy woman of eighty at that. Samantha refused to move, even when I slid out of her and our combined cum now rested across my groin and between us. "Do you want it or do you want a shower now?" Slowly her head rose from my chest. "Mine please." She inched down my body and I held still as she licked our juices off me. Not an easy thing to do being still, with a tongue like hers doing what it was doing either. Once clean, she again turned her attention to making me hard. I had to remind her that I had to use the bathroom and we both got up. Samantha got the shower ready while I finally emptied my bladder. ******* Between us, we filled the icebox with drinks and snacks for our day at the lake. Samantha knew her punishment was to be this evening. The thought of making love to someone and then dragging them into the playroom moments later never really made sense to me. I got my favorite task of placing lotion on her and then she lay beside me on the other lounger. Samantha would sleep for a few minutes and then wake with a start. I smiled and politely ignored her. It was clear to me she had indeed been awake all night thinking on her future here and I didn't even want to think about the battle she must have had with the slave within her. As the sun continued to rise, I added more lotion to the both of us; this was to be a relaxation day, nothing more. "Please my Master, may I be allowed out onto the float." I was still reading up on one of the projects that Marlon had in his lab so I didn't look up. "Yes of course, although you don't have to ask." "I am slave, yes I do." Now that did make me stop reading and look at her, even placing the report down on top of the icebox. "Samantha, you are slave. You are also a special person, don't shut out Samantha, she is you and you are her. Learn to live in harmony, I'm not Arnold Hamilton." She clearly winced when I mentioned the name of the man who broke her arm in college but I had to, just to drive home my point. "You are allowed freedoms here, admittedly, yours are on a slightly shorter leash for now. But none of them extend to having to ask for everything, just take this with you." That thousand-watt smile returned, when my hand came up holding a bottle of sun tan lotion within it. Samantha climbed off her lounger and straddled mine before she lowered herself onto me, her pussy resting over the top of my cock. Placing her hands on my shoulders, we both leaned forward for a kiss. Neither one of us wanted to come up for air but the blood rushing to my cock meant she had to adjust her position before I became uncomfortable, and that's when slave moved one of her hands so she could guide me into her. "I was kinda hoping you were going to say something like that in return. I've wanted to slide this back into me for about an hour now, but I wasn't sure the loving I got this morning filled my allowance." She knew I was going to do something, just by the look in my eyes and it was plain to see she feared the worst. This young lady was still guilty of assumption and as her Master; I still had to keep her off balance. My hands went under her ass and lifted her off me. Samantha leaned forward to reestablish her balance and her hands instinctively went to my shoulders. Pulling her body forward slightly and then lowered her down, the tip of my cock made contact with her ass. Samantha's legs took her weight once again as my hands pulled her ass cheeks further apart and she winced when my fingers entered her ass but she remained still. One hand moved back to her pussy and moved some of her juices back to her hole. I gave a slight nod and with a mischievous smile, her ass slowly enveloped my cock. She sighed on the way down, sometimes she would pause, move back up slightly, pause, then lower herself once again and then gasped when she hit bottom. "Oh fuck, I haven't done this in a while. I thought you were going to dump my ass on the ground for a moment there. Can I please ask you to go slow to begin with? You fit nicely in me and the pain is teasingly pleasant, but I just have to get used to the feeling that your cock feels like its making friends with my backbone." We both chuckled, I was still average Joe in size and we both knew I wasn't big enough to go that far up a woman's body, but I could imagine her ass was telling her otherwise. It must have been a full minute before she moved again, Samantha looked down at me, her eyes had dilated so much that I couldn't see her real color. Frankie's Story Ch. 07 She briefly nodded her head before saying. "Thank you for your patience my Master, this slave is ready now." I could feel legs move back to the lounger, her body sank further onto me and another grunt escaped her lips. For several minutes I did nothing other then run a finger over her clit, the few occasions when she would try to move up and down or wriggle I would immediately stop, until she did as well. Once she realized that although she was on top I was the one in control, Samantha relaxed, leaned down and we kissed. I also took the opportunity to give her ass a swipe as well. "I know I deserved that. Sorry." My thumb pressed in on her clit and she groaned. Samantha had placed her hands once again on my shoulders, not to hold me down but to watch my eyes. Her stomach would involuntarily spasm as I continued to play with her clit, the flush of her cheeks showing her continued arousal. Again, she tried to move her ass and I stopped, she bit down on her lip and gave a slow sigh. "This is one of those torture things isn't it? Just let me say thank you in advance because I know once you're done with this body, I'm not going to have the energy to do much else than curl up into a ball and tingle." Samantha once again rested her ass back onto me and waited. I slapped her ass once again and she winced, a slight shrug of her shoulder giving us both one of those 'you can't blame a girl for trying' moments. Still our eyes never wavered from each other. Oh, we blinked, even winked at each other as well, before my thumb once again went back to her clit. For a full two minutes, my rhythm was a constant. Her stomach once again started to spasm and then her eyes seemed to flutter before they closed and a gentle sigh escaped her lips. My groin gave away the fact that she had a small orgasm; it was now a dual assault on her body. My thumb once again played gentle patterns over her clit only this time I started to move up and down in her ass, her eyes shot open and that thousand-watt smile radiated outwards. I knew what I wanted to do, just as I understood I'm only a male of the species. It was also time to even that one little hick-up out of the system. The movement of my legs gave me away. Samantha looked behind her. My hand moved from her clit, she then looked down as my hand once again went to her ass. She knew something was going to happen, but it didn't stop her from having one of those 'someone has taken my favorite toy away' looks. As my balance adjusted, my hands went to her ass and I stood, Samantha wrapped her legs around me and locked them, her arms now around my neck. I bounced her on my cock all the way to the waters edge; she came once and screamed in my ear, the echo bounced around the lakeside. Once we were waist deep in the lake, I had adjusted my position, and Samantha had recovered, we kissed and I began to move her ass up and down in slow easy thrusts. Her arms came away from my neck and her body floated on the water, her legs still locked around me. My hands were on her hips using them to drive myself into her, Samantha relaxed her legs just enough to allow more movement and I took full advantage of it. My cock became visible every time I pulled myself almost all the way out only to thrust back into her. It was once again a test of endurance. The giveaway lay right in front of me, every time Samantha was close to orgasm her stomach would tighten. My own rhythm would instantly change and she would breathe again, her own need slowly inched itself to the point she wouldn't be able to stave off the inevitable. It was also time to hurry her along, my arm swept under her giving me a free hand to once again play with her clit. I had no need to worry about keeping her clit lubricated now it sat just inches below the water. My own orgasm was close, the constant that having sex in the lake meant that you genuinely stood little chance increasing the pace that got traveled and both participants were along for the ride. I could cheat of course, the work on Samantha's clit brought one more screaming orgasm from her before her whole body went rigid and I had to lift her out of the water before she drowned. Her arms wrapped themselves around me, her head buried itself into my neck and she bit down on my shoulder as another orgasm threatened to engulf her. I backed up a few paces to the waters edge and sank to my knees, that last upward thrust as my cock buried itself into her ass one final time, sent both a scream into my ear and cum deep into her ass. Her body went rigid one more time and then went limp, her legs dangled on either side of me. The panting sweat soaked body clinging to me just sort of flopped. My cock did the same and left her ass followed by a slow moan as it did. "Fuck, my ass feels like it's on fire. I bit you, I'm sorry. I realize I'm going to pay for that later, but I had to do something short of blowing your eardrum out with my screaming." She felt my body shake and pulled away from me to look closely. I was laughing at her predicament. My hands let go of her and she slid off my legs landing on her ass at the waters edge. I stood over her, Samantha tried to get up and failed, so I bent down and lifted her into my arms and lay her on the lounger, covering her with a couple of towels. It was time to laugh again as she curled into a fetal position and just lay there, letting the sun dry the towels and Samantha. ******* We had no sooner got back from the lake and were headed for the shower when the phone rang. Out of habit, I put it on speaker when I answered it. "Good afternoon my master, this slave is bored out of her skull and is in desperate need of a good spanking. Failing that, is there any chance of a soda and a pizza?" Samantha roared with laughter and had to sit down. Red had obviously heard her. "Oh goodie, my sister is home, does that mean I get visitors today? In which case make my pizza an extra pepperoni please." Even I had to suppress a laugh, poor Samantha had to get up and leave for the bathroom. She would of course have to come back and clean the wet stain from the couch later since she had now wet herself laughing so much. We arrived at the clinic two hours later. The nurse watched me walk in with pizza boxes, smiled and shook her head before going back to the paperwork on her desk. Red was sitting up in bed, her tits in plain view to all that came into her room. "You're without a gown again." "Yup, can I have my pizza now?" "That depends, are you drinking plenty of liquids?" Red sighed, she knew we were going to go through this and the longer we took, the colder her pizza was going to get. She told me she had woke at eight, had seen Doc Kellerman by nine and he had checked the progress of the skin grafts, she was in the tank ten minutes later. Red even pointed to the new strips over each shoulder and down each side of her rib cage that held some sort of gauze to her back to protect the new skin grafts and allow as much air as possible. "I'm being a good girl; can I please have my pizza now?" She even clasped her hands together in a begging motion, I still couldn't resist though. "Then why are you showing your tits to the world?" Even as I said it, I just knew I was going to regret it; the look of mischief in her eyes was a dead giveaway. "Well..." Red placed both hands on the bed sheets and lifted then a couple of inches before winking at us both. "We both know that all this is going to need as much air as the gauze will allow and the gown is worse than useless since it does up at the back and they can't do that because the ties will bite into the gauze, my chart says female staff only and without a gown I can play with this." This time she tilted her head towards the space between her legs. Samantha had already started to laugh, how I kept a straight face I'm not to sure, but my jaw sure ached with trying. "I have to sit on a towel because I'm soaking the bed too often and the nurses are fed up with changing the sheets. My pussy is already soaked and has been ever since you came through the door." The cover rose at knee level and I knew what she was going to do next, her hand disappeared under the cover, her eyes closed and she quietly moaned to herself a moment before her hand emerged once again, palm upwards and soaked with pussy juice. I tried to put her behavior down to the drugs, still being administered to her via the intravenous tubing, but then again, this was Red. Her hand still glistened and the smile on her face told me even more. I also thought I should call her bluff and looked towards Samantha whose eyes were transfixed on the scene going on in front of her. Silence broke the spell between Samantha and the rest of us; she looked directly at me and blushed. I smiled and told her to clean her up; Samantha hesitated for a second, her face now torn between lust and confusion. Red moved her hand towards her sister. "Wanna lick it? If you do, you can share my pizza." It was interesting to watch both their eyes lock on one another. I'm not even sure either of them blinked when Samantha stood and walked over to the bed, and sat on it. The pause was momentary, before she clasped Red's hand and licked it clean. I was just thankful no one came in as Samantha leaned in and kissed Red as a thank you, before moving to a seat closer to the bed. "Wow that was hot, can I keep my sister here for a few days? Just to take the edge off, you understand." The thousand-watt smile from Samantha fought hard with the flush her cheeks had and eventually won out. I placed her pizza box on the bed between them and both tucked in while I went and sat on the couch. After the first slice they started to feed each other, it was interesting to watch, yet something about Red was wrong. Again, I put it down to the drugs in her body lowering her caution levels, but then again, as I have already said, this is Red. "Have you got your head out of your ass yet or are you still planning on fucking with Jack?" Samantha paused, unsure where that comment came from or even what to say. I'm not even sure Red was willing to wait for Samantha to answer. "You keep forgetting Samantha; I was you some years ago. I warned you this would happen, every time we talked I warned you. I even gave you a way of holding it together, but you knew best didn't you?" The way these two stared at each other, I'm not even sure they remembered I was in the room. "I'm on my last chance; our master will not tolerate my disrespecting us again." "Did you think I was lying to you, when I said that our sister has the easy path? She gets to fuck him every night and we seem to think our status makes us more than what we really are. Two things hurt us the most Samantha, being apart from this family unit and the celibacy." Samantha shrugged her shoulders and a piece of pepperoni fell off her slice of pizza and back onto the box, she picked it up and placed it on her tongue and then moved in to kiss Red. I had a strong idea who now had the pepperoni. "I can handle the celibacy, almost every man I come into contact with is afraid of me anyway and those that think it's a power trip to get into the my pants, all end up with their ego's bruised and bleeding in front of their friends. I was finally brave enough myself to ask the one question I was afraid to ask and it's the one question I should have asked from the very beginning instead of waiting until I was on the verge of being tossed out of our family." Red decided to return the favor and dabbed her slice of pizza over her own nipple, the sauce covered her entire areola. Her nipple slowly hardened in anticipation as she watched Samantha place her pizza slice back on the box, lean in and suck Red's nipple. The closed eyes and soft sigh simply complimented the look Red had on her face. Samantha took her time and when she was done, the nipple was rock hard and saliva had replaced the sauce. It took a moment for the flush to fade around her neck. The smile she gave Samantha was the best thank you she could have ever verbally given. "So what was the question?" The pause was momentary, it was that same pause I saw at the seminar when Frankie asked her, what had happened to Charles Winston; the day Samantha formally introduced herself to the both of us, the day after Charles set out to seduce Frankie. "Who was under him at that moment, Mitchell Harper's daughter or Samantha?" Time just stopped for both of them, Red's slice of pizza half way between the box and her mouth. I think her appetite had taken a hit, since the smile fell from her face. Samantha winced, she knew what was coming. "You idiot, you risked your chance in this family for a petty insecurity that could have been dealt with within seconds. What the fuck were you thinking?" Red didn't even give her time to answer, she just ranted onwards. "I told you to phone us, US, Samantha, Frankie or me if you ever get stupid thoughts like that. Are you insane woman? That man over there is us, and we are him, we are interlocking parts of a puzzle and when we are all at the cabin harmony reigns. When we are apart, as an example of the status, we both have the communication between us that our master allows. This is the glue that keeps us together and gets us through each day so we can look forward to our return, to the valley." Her eyes blazed with so much pent up anger as she stared directly at Samantha. I'm almost sure it was will power from Red, that neither of them blinked when she said, "And you nearly fucked that up because some animal in college fucked with your head and tainted your look on our master. From now on Samantha, you had damn well better pick up, if I or Frankie phone or we are both coming to hunt you down. Communication between us is the glue. Without it, insecurities move in and all this happens." For such a long time Samantha remained silent, the noises of what was going on in the corridor outside took the place of any conversation in here. Finally, Samantha placed the palm of her hand on Red's cheek and both girls smiled at each other. "Thank you, I needed that. I love you and I will tell Francine when I see her next." Red gave an exasperated look; she even rolled her eyes for a second before she produced her cell from nowhere. "Were you not listening, my sister? Tell her now." Both giggled, Samantha nodded and took her hand away from Red, taking her cell on the way. She stood and joined me on the couch; the conversation with Frankie almost mirrored that of Samantha and Red. We talked about the studio. I related to her how Mathew Bowden basically had them by the nuts and wanted to know how hard she wanted him to squeeze. Although even she admitted it was too early to even consider the details, as long as the studio agreed to continue to foot the medical bills for now and to stop turning the accident into anything that would promote the film in any way, then she would agree to hold off for now. I relayed her wishes on my cell to Mathew; even he agreed it was the wisest of moves. He also stated that some of the film people wanted to visit. That was met with a vigorous shake of her head. Mathew promised to keep us up to date and I ended the call, my gaze still on Red. "I have a select few I'm happy to show my tits off too, the film crew aren't on that list." Even before I asked, I knew the answer but I had to bring this conversation up. "Caroline Atkins has phoned you many times, yet you have refused her calls, why?" Her body stiffened, it was clear to see she didn't ever want this conversation, but I had initiated it so she had no choice. "For now, I am focused on getting well enough to leave here and return to the valley. At the moment, I'm focused on you and my sisters. Caroline Atkins must wait. I understand she was acting on orders from the studio to be at that press conference, but part of me feels like she hung me out to dry and I can't see or talk to her at the moment without that resentment seeping into any conversation we may have together." We stared at each other, both in our own thoughts. I let the matter rest for now since the priority had to be Red getting better. The knock on the door and a nurse putting her head in made us all turn to look. "Your sister is here Red, sorry but we do have a limit on visitors." She was polite, but we both knew what she meant. Samantha and I kissed her and I told her, I would visit her in a couple of days. At first, she was confused but waved us both goodbye. Meeting Niamh again was strange for me. She looked so much like her sister that I almost called her Red at one stage of our conversation. She gave Samantha one of those up and down looks that women do to each other when they are sizing each other up. Samantha pretended not to notice. It was on the journey back to the valley that I told Samantha I had things to do tonight so she should pack and I would take her to the airport. Samantha remained silent for the rest of the journey although I did catch her giving me sideways glances. As we entered the cabin I reminded her that if she wanted to start keeping stuff here she was more than welcome as long as it wasn't half the clothes I found in her walk in wardrobe. She shuffled from one foot to the other before she looked directly at me. "My Master, I have to be punished for my disgraceful behavior." She was right of course, I had told her I was going to punish her and she would feel the true pain of what all three of us had felt over the way our lifestyle had been placed on a shelf and only taken down when it suited her. But that was before and I needed her to leave, my own sanity would soon be tested and I couldn't let her see that. Not when she herself was still so vulnerable. It was clear she wanted to stay until Frankie got back tomorrow and any other time I would have allowed that. We hugged and kissed at the airport, her flight was due in two hours and she said she would check in and chill out with some magazines. ******* The cabin hadn't been this quiet in months, yet even as I sat in my chair, Shannon's smiling face looked towards me from the picture on my desk. Even now, I could hear her laugh, that infectious giggle that made the most ardent miserable person in the room smile. Her screams from the playroom would mix with splashing sounds from the hot tub. My Shannon was in every nook and cranny of this cabin. My hand held her picture my thumb gently rubbing the glass and a great sadness enveloped me, clawing at my throat, desperately trying to make sure I never uttered the words that screamed in my mind. I swallowed and tried again drawing a breath deep into my lungs trying so hard to force the sadness from my voice as I said the words that meant such great happiness to us both when she was alive. "Happy Anniversary, Shannon." Most days, I felt like the luckiest man alive. I had Red, Frankie and Samantha in my life. As individuals, they were truly unique, put all three in the same room and they were all firecrackers, yet at times like this... I heard a saying, even though I gave it no credence at the time, my mind must have absorbed it. The words came tumbling back to me as my thumb once again gently rubbed a section of Shannon's picture that held her cheek. In a room full of people, a man can still be alone. I loved my girls, each one held a place in my heart and my priority in life was to see them smile, laugh and of course to hug them everyday they are with me. But today, as much as I love them all so dearly, I needed just a few hours to be with the one love in my life that no longer shared my life. When Shannon died, Red filled the void of sadness and emptiness my wife left behind. It was made easier because Red and I had spent so much time with Shannon both at college and in the years that followed. Frankie's Story Ch. 07 We grieved together and step by step we put my beloved wife and her best friend to rest, not only in the ground but in our minds and hearts. I couldn't find it in me to remind Red of today's date, hell things had been so hectic these last few weeks I only discovered it myself by accident. Red was still on that perilous road to recovery, her mind and body still needed so much healing to do and reminding her of this day may hinder that progress. Again, Shannon's scream came from the playroom, every board, screw or nail in this cabin held a secret about Shannon and it was times like these, that they shared those secrets. Her bare feet padded across the day room, I knew it would be a waste of time looking out the door of my den. The memories would stop if I did. Today was our wedding anniversary and those were the memories that fed on me. Shannon was her happiest on days like these. It was hard to deny her anything on those special days. Her laugh echoed through the cabin and my heart swelled to the breaking point. Yet, try as I might, even though this was her special day, I just couldn't stop the feeling of so much pain when that one burning question took root on my thoughts. Why wasn't I allowed to say goodbye? Both precious gifts were taken from me so suddenly that I rapidly became a bystander as the hospital staff quickly turned professional when Shannon suddenly went limp and the baby's heart monitor continued for a few seconds more before our child followed her. ******* I'm not even sure how long I walked. My mind didn't have a direction or even a destination. Just walk, think and hope that my Shannon and our child were happy and both looked down on me and accepted that what we were doing wasn't hurting them. I finally found myself sitting on the cot in the barn, my arms tucked tightly across my chest and I cried for the first time since I buried Shannon. To me, I had committed the ultimate sin, I had almost forgotten today was our wedding anniversary. For so many years, she was the anchor in this family of ours, the reason I woke in the mornings. I breathed because she was next to me doing the same and now, even with so much going on in this family's life, I almost forgot our anniversary. I'm not even sure when my eyes grew heavy enough to force me to sleep, yet I found myself spooned into Frankie's naked form on the cot when I woke. "How long have you been here?" Frankie tried to push even more of herself into me before she spoke. "I am slave, by right and choice. I came to you openly and gave myself to you. That will never change, unless you send me away. Where you go, then I'm but a pace behind you. I pulled up as you came out of the cabin, your thoughts were elsewhere and never even saw me there, so I followed you and stayed with you while your anger fed on you. It was left to me to pick up the pieces and to hold you in my arms while you cried and finally slept." Even as I smiled at the back of her head, I still couldn't resist what I was about to say, "And now that I am awake?" With the speed of youth, she turned on the cot, pushing my shoulder as she did and forced me onto my back. Her leg came over me and she was now straddled across my waist. The smile was there, just as the dark circles around her eyes, Frankie had not slept at all. Finally, she lowered herself onto me her whole body now pressed against mine. "I am slave; it is my duty to look after you as it is yours to look after me. Red phoned me in a panic. It wasn't until one of the nurses casually mentioned the date that she realized why you left the way you did. One call to Samantha told us both the rest, you sent her home. I'm sorry my master, but you will never be alone at times like this. We are family and every time you look out for us, it reinforces our need to look out for you." My hands went to Frankie's rib cage and gently lifted her, pulling her over my head slightly and lowered her again so I could kiss each of her nipples and then back to kiss her lips. The slow moan as we tried to devour each other turned to frustration as she tried to wrap her arms around me and I stopped her. Once our lips parted Frankie went to speak again, my gently placing her back onto me so my own arms could wrapped themselves around her made her think twice. "You are slave and I love you, so very much. Nevertheless, you were not due home until later today. Let me guess, your Mom was taking you to the golf club on your last night." Frankie giggled and tried once again to place as much of her onto me. "I heard her talking to daddy yesterday. The dinner was a parting gift and it's the dinner date that I would have been introduced to when we got there, that made me decide I would decline." I swatted her ass and she moved so we could both get up. Samantha was wrapped in a blanket and seated on the porch, watching a barn that never seemed to move, yet we take it upon ourselves to watch it from time to time. Her smile grew as we walked toward her. Finally, she pulled the blanket aside and rushed toward me, launching off the porch and into my arms. "As you can tell my Master, we were all concerned when you left me at the airport. My sister phoned in a panic and asked where you were. Once I told her you had dropped me off, she knew what you were planning to do. I cancelled my flight and hired a car to get back here, but you had already left our home to wander in the night." Her legs wrapped themselves around me, reinforcing the telling that she didn't want to let go any time soon. She even held my head in her hands to emphasize her next statement. "From this day forward, all of us sisters have yesterdays date in our diaries and our hearts. You will never be alone on one of our sister's birthdays or anniversaries, ever again." I carried her into the cabin still clinging to me and placed her in the kitchen. Both got the hint real quick and got busy with their chores and making us all breakfast. ******* "Please, my Master. Two slaves and a Master require sunshine because we are all starting to look rather pale. Plus of course, getting you out of this office and having your eyes constantly fixed on two hot women will do both of us and you a world of good." How could I not smile at her comment? Less than an hour later, all three of us were at the lake, the task of placing lotion on both girls fell to me. It was a task I did with true professionalism, spending far too long on most parts of their bodies. After all, you can never be too careful. Something else I noticed as the afternoon wore on, both girls seemed to be taking turns to lie out on the float, while the other one came and lay with me on my lounger. We had been out by the lake for nearly three hours before the sound of an approaching car made us sit up. Frankie was out on the float and heard it, quickly diving into the lake and swimming to shore as Niamh's car came around the hill and into full view. She seemed to sit watching the activities in front of her for a moment before she got out of her car and walked over to us. Frankie emerged from the water and hugged her, like a long lost sister. The contrast of a naked Frankie and a clothed Niamh as they hugged made me smile. I offered her a bottle of water as she sat on the lounger next to me. She downed over half of it before she looked at me. "Can you put something on? I don't wish to see you all naked." That comment alone raised my blood pressure. "No." It took a moment but I decided to add to it. "Why are you here Niamh?" "If you answered your phone I wouldn't have to be." By now, both the girls were knelt next to me, watching everything and not understanding anything. "It's the weekend Niamh. That makes it our time off, we have no need for phones out here and reception by the lake is worse than useless, so it's pointless having one here. You're stalling Niamh, you came here for a reason, what do you want?" She fidgeted on the sun lounger for a moment longer, her gaze traveled to both the girls before she once again looked at me. "I want Red to come home with us, when she is released from the clinic." Both Frankie and Samantha started to fidget. "Have you asked Red about this?" Niamh quickly shook her head before replying. "There isn't any point. She is yours; she'll do what ever you want." Even as I went to speak, she held up her hand to stop me. "Look, don't think for a minute that it's easy for me to come here. Hell, I've not seen this much naked flesh since communal showers after gym classes at school. I know you look at me and see my sister, but I'm not her. All this freaks me out, ok." The agitation and the downright panic she was getting herself into, stopped me from acting on instinct and I turned to both girls and told them to dress. They quickly nodded and grabbed towels and wrapped them around themselves. "Samantha go with Niamh back to the cabin, make drinks for us all. Frankie and I will be a few minutes behind you. Once at the cabin, T-shirts and shorts are to be used." I turned to see a relieved Niamh nod and smile, before Samantha headed towards her car. "Niamh, you're staying for dinner. We'll talk about this." I waited until Frankie and I had cleared up around the shoreline and headed back to the cabin before I said anything. "We both know your instincts around people have grown sharper over the months. When asked in front of Mitch Harper, you spoke so eloquently that you have a fan or two in that family. Niamh is staying for dinner, she may stay the night. You have a job to do, watch her." She nodded her head, yet stayed silent. Frankie left the car and quickly changed before helping Samantha with the drinks and getting a head start on dinner. Niamh was sitting on one of the loungers on the porch, her purse next to her. As I passed her, I told her I would only be a minute and went into my den. It took all of ten minutes to do what needed to be done. Niamh had ambushed me by coming to the cabin unannounced, and it was time to return the favor. Once on the porch, I moved one of the loungers and sat on it. She tried a couple of times to initiate a conversation as we sat on the porch. I simply held up my hand to stop her. The girls came out of the cabin and placed our drinks between us before they took theirs and knelt against the support rails of the porch watching and saying nothing. "Do we have to do this in front of these two?" "We are a family, what one knows we all know. I assume you're already aware that your visit here will have reached Red before you see her tomorrow?" Niamh nodded her head before she looked down at her iced tea. Once again she looked at the girls, there faces neutral although I didn't doubt for one moment that there wasn't a battle going on in their heads. "I'm prepared for that, but if I don't do this, then no one will. My folks are relieved she is alive and feel beholding to you for protecting her from the studio that they won't speak out. Nevertheless, we want her back. Give me my sister back, please Jack." "We both know Niamh, that Red won't be fit enough to leave the clinic for at least another six weeks and that's only if her present medical condition stays as promising as it is. The reason it's that promising, is that she knows she will come here to convalesce." For the first time, real anger surfaced within her eyes, Samantha went to move but Frankie placed a hand on her thigh to stop her. As Niamh glared at me, and between gritted teeth said, "Then you bring her here and beat the crap out of her for something that instinct made her do. She saved a life, but let's face it Jack, to you she's damaged goods now." She nodded her head towards Frankie and Samantha before continuing. "You have two spares you don't need my sister anymore. Give me back my sister." Niamh was being a bitch, she had stuck her nose into my life and assumed a great deal about me. I wasn't in a charitable mood and I wanted her to work for what she wanted from me. "Please Jack, turn her loose and I promise, I won't interfere with your life ever again." The urge to laugh was close. She had practically run an express train through my life this afternoon, with what she was telling me. Yet, when it was all said and done, she was Red's sister and I couldn't turn her away. "You have to know this Niamh. You are a guest, an un-invited one, but a guest and so far you have disrespected just about everyone present and I figure we can also toss your sister into this conversation as well. You know nothing of our life or that of Red's while she is here. It's clear she has either not shared anything about it or you have chosen to ignore it when she has spoken about it. Go to Red and ask her, I will abide by whatever your sister wishes me to do." Niamh once again shook her head. "We both know she follows you around like a puppy and has done since college. She won't use the bathroom without calling you for permission." Samantha once again went to move, Frankie's hand on her thigh tightened. The smell of our dinner wafted out of the cabin and I nodded to both girls, they got up and left but not without Samantha and Niamh turning it into a glaring competition as they passed each other. Niamh picked up her iced tea again and sipped from the glass. "For many years Niamh, your sister has been open to all her family about her life. Why do you think I would harm her for saving Caroline Atkins life? What she did placed her in harms way herself, Red acted on instinct in protecting someone who needed help. The scars she will now carry as the price for doing that, can only be worn with pride." Niamh was quick to answer, her eyes now the hardest I've ever seen them in all the time I have known her. "Yet you beat her every time she is here and don't you dare tell me you don't. She has known and lived with you for years, you cannot tell me she deserves to be beaten every time she is here. I lived with her for a while at her apartment in Hollywood and have seen the condition you leave her in to travel back there. The bruises on her make me want to cry sometimes, yet she puts a brave face on for me and makes excuses for you." There was something about her statement that made me pause and think. I couldn't help but parallel some of what she had said to what Frankie had seen on Shannon that sent her on her own path. "You are two parts of a coin Jack, I've watched you from the moment my sister sat us down and told us what she wanted out of life and that was you and your late wife. To my family and I'm sure to others out there you show the face of a caring and gentle man. But behind closed doors you're nothing but a bully and a woman beater who takes pleasure in leaving those stupid enough to be with you black and blue." The purse that had never been further than arms reach in all the time Niamh had been here, now appeared on her lap, her hand went inside and quickly came out again holding a gun. "I'm not a poor defenseless woman Jack. I even have a license to carry this. Do you want to try and beat me to a pulp too?" The voice that came next echoed through the cabin walls. "Niamh, you get your sorry ass over to this clinic this instant or so help me I'm pulling tubes out and coming over there myself." Niamh's head spun looking for the source, there was no one source. As soon as I had got back, I phoned Red and un-coded the cabin security system so she could watch and listen to everything that was going on through her laptop. The girls came out and smiled at the voice echoing through the cabin and out into the valley, we heard a chuckle through the speakers. "Sisters get your damn clothes off this is our home and getting naked for our man in our valley is what we do." The smiles grew on both girls as they looked towards me, I nodded and both hit the thousand-watt smile once again as their clothes hit the cabin floor before going back to finish dinner. Red's attention once again turned back to her own sister. "Why are you still sitting there, put the damn gun away before you blow your foot off, we have some real talking to do. Something we perhaps should have done some time ago. Jack can you make the necessary arrangements please?" We both heard the click over the speakers. Niamh was crimson with anger and embarrassment of the emotions fighting within her. At least she had the foresight to put the safety back on the gun before it went back into her purse. That old saying of 'if looks could kill' reigned supreme at that moment. My face remained neutral because I simply didn't care. I did warn Niamh that her sister would know of this visit by morning. She didn't seem to take any notice when I said it. All three of us watched her leave and all three of us felt sorry for her. ******* The news from the clinic was that Niamh stayed for three days with Red in her room. The people there kindly wheeled another bed in for her, we all stayed away. Samantha left to return to Salt Lake City to be with her folks for a few days before Mitch would no doubt find a fire for her to put out. Frankie and I went back to work, and as the go-to girl took care of the office, I went and annoyed Marlon. We all knew Rebecca Montrose would be coming shortly for her usual update on the projects we had in partnership with each other. Frankie had already booked her hotel and checked with the airport, her plane would be landing in two hours. I sent Frankie to meet her. Most of the time, she came straight to the office but Frankie phoned from the airport to tell me they had to go via the Mall first and would be an hour. I think she heard me laugh as I put the phone down. Honestly, the words Shopping Mall and only an hour in the same sentence from a woman never did fit well together. That hour turned into two. It seems the airlines had lost her luggage, well actually, the tale I got from them both was that they didn't actually lose it; after all, they knew exactly where it was, just not with Rebecca, more likely on the way to Dallas. The airline promised faithfully she would get it back on the first available flight, just not today. We broke for lunch before we even got started. Rebecca brought us up to date on what was going on and we did the same. Mrs. Gillins met us as we came back and Rebecca handed her a letter from her Father. That's the first time I had seen her blush and make a quick exit. In the back of my mind, I was wondering if I might be losing the best head of personnel and friend I ever had, sometime soon. Marlon joined us in the conference room and Rebecca took copious notes of everything even though she knew she would have reports from the research department in the morning. The phone in the conference room rang and since I was the closest, I answered it. Security had Niamh O'Connell down stairs and although she didn't have an appointment, she had said that it was urgent. Excusing myself and heading for my office, Niamh got there seconds after I did. She sure looked like she had taken one heck of a verbal beating from her sister. I pulled a chair over and joined her. Sitting across a desk from her just didn't seem right to me. By the time Rebecca and Frankie got back, I was holding onto a crying Niamh, good manners said I had to introduce her to Rebecca. "The name O'Connell rings a bell, and sorry, but why do you look familiar to me since I know we haven't met before?" I looked at Frankie who seemed to be waiting for me to do that, she shook her head, ever so slightly and unless I was looking for something from her, I wouldn't have even noticed it myself. Niamh mentioned that Rebecca had probably seen pictures of her sister. It wasn't until she mentioned her sister by name that the lights seem to go on in Rebecca's head. Frankie and I were reduced to bystanders after that, as both talked about the accident at the studio and how her sister was recovering in a clinic close by. We both watched open mouthed as Rebecca continued talking and held out her hand. Niamh held it before both walked out of my office and minutes later, out of the building. It was a few minutes later before either of us said a word. Frankie's Story Ch. 07 "Well, I'll be damned." "At least you had the forethought to remain silent my Master. I doubt we will see either of them again today. I'm proud of you for being my Master; it means you get to tell my sister what just happened. Please let me listen, I have got to hear this." Even as I looked towards Frankie, I knew the answer long before I asked the question. "You knew Niamh was gay?" At first, all she did was nod her head. "She hides it very well; she believes it would destroy her parents if they found out. She has even gone so far as to be seen with a boyfriend from time to time. Rebecca saw through her and although tentative, perhaps that attraction will lead to more. I'm sure we will find out tomorrow. Now my Master, please let me listen to how you're going to tell my sister what just happened." All I could do was shrug my shoulders. For the first time in along time, I simply didn't have a clue. We went to the clinic after work; the nurse told us that Red already had two visitors. We both looked at each other and left. I treated Frankie to Italian on the way home and by the time we got there, all we had the inclination to do was to shower and sleep. Rebecca came in around ten the next morning. It was clear to see she hadn't had much sleep. The make up helped but we both knew the signs. I got Marlon to take her down to the lab and she hid in there for a few hours. "Jack, are we being shut down?" I actually caught myself looking at the phone. "Of course not, what made you think that?" "Well, the fact that Rebecca has been down here for over four hours now and is still asking questions. Hell, even Marlon is creeped out by her and her continuous questions. I understand Marlon gets creeped out easily around women, but she is taking his eccentric behavior to a whole new level." I laughed; she was clearly hiding from us. I told Gerry not to worry and that his department was not being shut down. He sounded relieved, he was downright euphoric when I told him I'd send Francine down to get Rebecca and bring her back up here. Even as I looked over to Frankie, she just smiled and left the office. Fifteen minutes later a very embarrassed looking Rebecca came into the office behind Frankie. "You're scaring the folks down at the lab, you have never spent that much time or asked that many question about what they are doing since we started all this, care to explain?" Rebecca sat down, the air seemed to leave her body and for a time all she did was open her mouth change her mind and shut it again. Finally, she put her head in her hands and slowly rocked back and forth. "Oh fuck, fuck fuck fuck. Oh fuck." Instinct made Frankie close the door to our office before she joined me by Rebecca's side. Frankie sat on one side while I sat in front of her and we both waited her out. Finally, the word 'fuck' ran out and her hands slowly dropped to her lap. "Please, don't tell my father. He is such a proud man. This would kill him." I couldn't see how I could not do what I was about to do. I genuinely liked Rebecca as much as I liked her father. Both girls watched as I stood and went around my desk looking for Thomas Montrose's number. When it started to ring, I placed it onto speaker. "Thomas, it's Jack. I need a huge favor from you. I need to borrow your daughter for a week instead of the three days that she's supposed to be here." There was genuine concern in his voice when he asked if there was a problem and was Rebecca ok. I quickly put his mind at ease and told him that the first of the projects was already showing signs of viability and I didn't want her to get home only to have to return here a few days later. This way she could hopefully, see it all fall into place while she's here, if I'm out by a day or two then I will apologize for acting in haste. The laughter that came down the phone made us all smile, he spoke to Rebecca for a few minutes and he agreed. We spoke for a few more minutes before the line went dead and Rebecca looked at me. "I've bought you a week. It's not much, but more than that and your father would have wanted to come here himself. You have choices to make Rebecca. Was it just a one-night thing or is there more between you both. Keep in touch with Francine and I will see you in seven days." Her eyes were wide; she was nodding her head on autopilot I think. Finally she stood hugged us both and left. "This complicates things." I smiled and gave Frankie a small chuckle before saying. "Welcome to my world Frankie." End of Chapter Seven. Frankie's Story Ch. 08 (This story interlocks with each chapter so if you come into this story other than the beginning, then you may well scratch your head at some of the comments within this chapter. I've tried to make this a glimpse into the lives and lifestyle of three people. They chose to keep there lives private, isn't it strange how life never lets that happen.) My thanks to Linda 62953 for her editing of this chapter. * I sat in my chair and drank my coffee. Frankie sat at her desk and pretended to look busy. Neither one of us was fooling the other. In the end, she heard me say 'fuck it' as I got out of my chair and went to see Mrs Gillins. Damned if I knew how but she was expecting me, her assistant was already down in the basement filing and coffee was still warm on the side of her desk. "I expected you twenty minutes ago." "Kinda figured you would, that's why I held out this long, we have to talk and clear the air a bit." Mrs Gillins leaned back in her chair and waited; I topped up her coffee and sat for a moment, took a sip and put the cup down on her desk. "This isn't about my life anymore. It concerns others. The thing is, in some way you fit into this. I need to know how much." Other than take a sip from her own cup, I got nothing from her. "You know everything that goes on here. I'm not going to waste time on this. I have little enough time as it is. You know about Rebecca and Niamh?" I got one nod out of her while reaching for her coffee again. It also told me I wasn't getting anything else out of her. "I promised her a week to figure out her life and what she plans to do with it. If she walks away from Niamh, then so be it. If they both decide that they are the one and plan to live together, then so be it. I had to give Thomas a reason for her being here for a week. That will mean Marlon and I getting involved with the research, something we promised not to do. Your involvement with Thomas may prove a problem as well. If he finds out, he will want to know why you didn't tell him." She looked into her cup as I spoke. The contents must have been interesting because she never looked up when she spoke. "Rebecca is a nice girl, a little lost but she is slowly finding her way. Thomas is the kindest man I have known since my late husband. He doesn't know it yet but I do plan to say yes, when he gets around to asking me to marry him. I have some leave due; it's also time to see if we... fit. My plane leaves in six hours, I won't be back for a week." I got up and headed for the door. "Jack." My hand was on the door handle, I didn't look back. "I admire what you're doing, just remember that when Thomas asks me to marry him, I will leave you Jodie. She's good and getting better. She's smart enough to see what goes on and just as smart to know who to talk to, about it. Let her take over from me when I leave." This time I looked at her, the defiance already in her eyes. "She's as young as Francine. The other department heads will push her around." Mrs Gillins used my own argument against me when she pointed out that Francine had held her own in this company for months now. The fact that she was my PA was irrelevant; she has had some stand up, drawn out arguments with most of the senior research managers and department heads in the building and never backed down once. Jodie took that to heart and her own confidence grew off the back of it. We both knew this was a negotiation. This wasn't about her silence. I had known her long enough to take that for granted, she may well marry Thomas Montrose but her time here would be locked in her head. Even her marriage vows precluded her ever talking about it. This was about Jodie, her successor. "When she gets your backing, that'll be all she'll need Jack. She has the confidence to stare down anyone in this building if she thinks she is right." I nodded my head and told her I would think on it, she smiled at my lie. We both knew that the only thing left to do was put pen to paper and shake on it, when Mrs Gillins finally leaves. ******* Marlon took one look at me and stood up from his desk, turned and wiped the boards behind him clean. I leaned over his desk and picked up the phone dialing the internal number for Gerry's desk. Five minutes later, he was in Marlon's lab drinking coffee with us. "Ok, why do I get the feeling I'm not going to like this conversation?" Even poor Marlon shrugged his shoulders not sure about anything that was going on so far. At first, I was tentative until I remembered I simply did not have time to be. Marlon sat back in his chair as Gerry and I talked about the Montrose research and how it was progressing. Trying to get Gerry on board was harder and more diplomatic than even I thought. Thomas and I had given him staff, a lab and free reign on this project and now it looked to him like I was taking it away. Although the big stick method would work in the short term, I would end up losing Gerry at the end of it and that wasn't an option. I did have some leverage, and that was Marlon and I used us, to his advantage. Gerry would give Marlon and I access to the one project that was giving his team the most headaches and between us both, we would work our way through it, feeding the results back through Gerry's computer, so he could then pass on the progress himself. We wouldn't stick our nose into his lab and credits would go to his team. It was a hard sell, but he agreed in principle. An hour later, Marlon's computer beeped and we got busy. Frankie phoned down mid afternoon to tell me Mrs. Gillins was now on holiday and Jodie was in our office. I told her to look on Jodie as Mrs. Gillins while she was away and work out between the both of them the order of business for the rest of the week. Neither Marlon nor I knew anything else until Frankie came into the lab with my coat over her arm. I never saw my office for the next three days. Frankie kept me up to date as we traveled back and forth from home. The second the car entered the valley all talk of work ceased and this was our time. Tonight, we were going to see Red. Frankie drove while the pizzas warmed my lap. It was Red who gave us a rundown on her sister and Rebecca, as she saw them often and was a good sounding board for both of them. Red's hair had once again started to grow, she had a good inch on her head now and although I refused to say it out load, she looked a little boyish with her hair that short. "Both the girls are talking to Father Stevens tonight." Even Frankie looked at Red the same way I did, she was also expecting us to, as well and smiled when she got our full attention. "You gave them a week Jack. They knew dancing around this and courtship was out of the question. They have been sleeping together ever since that first day, is it love? I'm not sure. But they wanted Father Stevens view on this as well. Niamh reminded you that she isn't me Jack. Her morals have kept her lesbian tendencies at bay for years. Rebecca broke through that with a single look and now she has to face what she had kept hidden for years." I pondered what Red had said for awhile before shrugging my shoulders and going back to eating my pizza. My opinion on the girls held no weight so I chose not to give it, although I sure seem to be keeping the good father busy. Red's treatment was progressing; her skin grafts were taking so well her medication was slowly being reduced. It seemed it would only be a matter of a few weeks now, before she was truly home for good. Now came the conversation, I knew needed to be aired. Why isn't there ever an arrow saying 'insert awkward conversation here'? We always say, 'I was waiting for the right time'. There is never a right or a good time, yet we all try to temper what needs to be said to the needs of others or those it's directed at in the first place. Now I'm looking directly at the person this is directed at and she was in the middle of girlie talk with Frankie, smiling and swapping stories. How could I bring this up, yet I had to. "Red. We have discussed you leaving Hollywood and coming home. You wish for the agreement we have that you will have babies when you do, this is not an order but a request. Delay your need for children for one year; you have the case with the studio to fight yet. Your body still needs to heal and you have yet to find a studio for your fitness business. All this cannot be on top of you being pregnant." Frankie sat back and waited. "Ok. I agree." This time Frankie's eyes narrowed as she watched Red very carefully. Unfortunately Red noticed. "Stay out of my head my sister, you're not invited. Keep your own council or get out of my room." Her words stung Frankie; the redness around her neck highlighted her embarrassment that she had done something to upset her own sister. Frankie bit down on her lower lip, her apology was so quiet, I almost didn't hear it. Red's hand rested on top of Frankie's and she gave it a gentle squeeze, this time she looked back toward me. "You are my Master. All that I am inside and outside this body is yours, I have spent many hours thinking of my future and I had reached the same conclusions. You could have ordered me, I would've been sad, but you are my Master, I would have obeyed. Instead, you requested me to think about it and I've leaked on the towel I'm sitting on. You are my Master and I thank you for thinking of my wellbeing. So yes, I agree because I wish for babies that do not carry the stress I have with me at the moment. I want happy babies and for that, I am willing to wait." I just wished every conversation I had with this woman went this well. But, that's life and I'm just grateful that we're so much alike. But Red wasn't done yet, she looked towards Frankie and she in turn flinched at her stare. "We are sisters and sisters don't do what you were about to do. I know of your abilities, Shannon had them. Tell me now that this is the first time you have tried to do that to me and I will believe you, tell me that you will never do it again and I will believe you." Frankie tried to remove her hand from Red's. She held it tighter forcing Frankie to look at her. Once there eyes locked neither moved. "Once, back at the hospital, the first time I walked in and saw you face down and motionless on the bed. The air was thick with the smell of the medication they placed on your back, the tubes in your arm and thigh. As I walked up to you, your thoughts were so powerful I had to sit down. I came to comfort you. Your face showed me so much pain it broke my heart to see you like that." Red relaxed her pressure on Frankie's hand, but both still held on to each other although Frankie knew that retribution was coming. "We are sisters. I understand you are good at your job, but know your limits. We are sisters you stay out of my head and Samantha's. Tell me that you will never do it again and I will believe you." Frankie nodded her head, both of us remained silent. Her own senses screamed that retribution was coming and she shuddered, holding on to Red's hand when she did. "It doesn't come with an off on switch, but I will try, I understand I have offended you and I apologize for it." Perhaps I had allowed Frankie too much, her gift of insight had served me well and her opinions off the back of that gift were always sound. Nevertheless, I agreed with Red, what she had done was too much and far too personal. Especially, when you took into consideration the girls phoned each other every day, I suspected more than that on occasions. "Frankie you're an adult, this is our family and what you did was wrong. I understand the answer you gave for the only time you have done this to Red and that's excusable. However, thinking that it was ok to continue doing it is inexcusable. When Red returns, she gets to play with you in the play room for a whole evening, while I take Samantha out to dinner." Red smiled, Frankie showed no emotion at all. Perhaps her insight told her what was coming, either way she finally nodded her head. "I will obey" fell from her lips as Red moved in her bed and hugged her sister before she told her she was forgiven. ******* It took Marlon and I five days to figure out why this damn program wouldn't work and half a day to set it right. I even dragged Marlon over to the coffee machine and bought him a coffee to celebrate. The ungrateful shit did mention that since the machine was on free vend that didn't count, so I phoned Frankie and asked nicely to send out for pizza for all three of us and to bring it down when it was lunch break. Watching him squirm while we all sat and ate pizza was fun, and a reminder to Marlon not to talk back to the boss. We sat on the program for an hour just watching a screen and smiling a lot, and I even told Marlon that he could transfer over the results to Gerry an hour before the end of the day. It would give him enough time to get his own team leaders up to speed and itching to get to work in the morning to complete the first of the five programs that Montrose Industries had given us. Rebecca now had justification for her weeks stay. I held up my end of the bargain, there was nothing else I could do. She would get the information on the program on Monday. Although still in its very early stages of development, after all not three months before this was nothing more than and idea, born of a need and a gap in the market, that this program would have both the major computer companies banging on Montrose's door to steal from him. This one program could well corner the market and in a year or two, the patents off the back of it, if wisely re-invested. would keep Montrose Industries well into the black for some years to come. I was sure by Tuesday, her father would be here and it will all be down to Rebecca from then on. Mrs. Gillins came back to work on Tuesday, Thomas turned up on Wednesday. Like that fooled anyone. Rebecca met him at the door and showed him to the lab. Gerry and the team took full credit. Marlon and I hid in his lab for a few hours, I did remind him that we had some systems to update and modify for Harper Industries and that me taking him away from that work now put him a week behind. Marlon did what he does best. Wiped the white boards and got to work, ignoring me until we met in the middle of the four white boards he has on his wall. He set to work on the equations before working on a proto-type. Frankie called me up to a meeting with everyone in one of the meeting rooms and light refreshments were served. I commented on the chunk of ice that Mrs. Gillins had on her finger and gave her a hug when she admitted that they both 'fit together' rather well. Rebecca asked her father and his fiancé to dinner and left us to return to looking busy. I'm told that dinner went better than she expected and I did wonder if Mrs. Gillins had laid the groundwork. Thomas admitted that he had known for sometime about her being bi-sexual and although it now looked like that tended towards her new girlfriend he was happy for her. Thomas, Rebecca and Niamh left the next morning and for the next two weeks, peace settled in my life. ******* "Samantha just called. Her father is sending her here to check on the progress of the work they have with us and his given her permission to take a weeks holiday after she reports back on the progress." Well, at least Frankie let me sit down before she told me. I pulled open my lap top and checked the program that held Samantha's necklace, between five and six times a day her necklace recorded a time date stamp. I phoned Dr. Hartman and got an update on Reds medical progress. He was also happy to let her out of the clinic for a week and as long as he was happy with her on her return, then the time spent at the clinic would lessen over the next two months. Frankie and I went to see Red that evening and told her of Dr. Hartman's opinion. The squeal made my ears ring. The next day we took Red home with us and the day after Samantha came home. The girls went into a huddle and didn't come up for air for another hour. All three found me in my den working. Samantha sat on my lap and kissed me, when she got my full attention she even let me explore, her legs automatically opened even further than they were for me and the groan that left her vocal cords never made it passed our joined lips. "This girl is wet, this girl thanks you for making her wet. This girl loves you to bits and wakes every morning happy in the knowledge that you love all three of us. Nevertheless, my sisters miss your company and dinner will be ready in twenty minutes. Does this girl respectfully get to stay with you here until dinner is ready?" Her hand came into focus holding a jar of KY, a smile already getting up to that thousand watt smile threshold. We were slow, after all we both had twenty minutes and Samantha took some of those minutes taking pleasure from lowering her ass onto my hardness while she faced me. "Thank you my master, this girl loves this position and I'm grateful you allow it. This girl loves to kiss you when you're in my ass." The look in her eyes told me she was thinking about that very thought and another smile burst forth. "This girl told a lie and I apologize and will correct it now. This girl not only loves it when you kiss her when you're in her ass, but she loves it when you kiss her at anytime." Her eyes widened a little when she felt even more blood push itself into my erection. That smile of hers sure challenges Frankie's now. After all those months and challenges Red, Frankie and I had faced sorting out the mess that was Samantha, this very moment made it all worthwhile. Both Samantha and her inner slave had finally come to accept each other and thrived on that partnership. The anguish and bitter internal fight she had with herself was finally over, no winners no losers, just peace and a willingness to accept who she was and to build on that from now on. Red stuck her head around the door and said. "Master, sister, dinner is almost ready, you were supposed to rape the bitch and then let her come help us in the kitchen. Instead, you made us do all the work. Do you wish us to turn dinner down until you have finished or are you both done now?" Spontaneous laughter tore through the cabin, my laughter acted as a form of vibrator in Samantha's ass and the laughter in her eyes quickly turned to lust, then panic. She didn't even get the chance to ask if she could cum, instead her face showed panic for a second before she leaned forward and held me tight. That set me off again and that slow sensual build up we were both headed for, ended with Samantha's ass tightening and her shudder as her own orgasm took over. It was made worse by me emptying myself into her. "Oh goodie, he's done, now we can serve dinner and eat. I'm starving." The sound of Red's last comment and her padding feet back towards the kitchen made us both giggle for a second. "I'm sorry, I will try harder." The slight plop as my cock shrank enough to fall out of Samantha's ass acted as that 'you could hear a pin drop' moment. Holding her shoulders and pulling her away from me so I could look directly at her, met with Samantha looking down at my chest until I gently shook her shoulders to get her attention. "You are Samantha, Red is Red and Frankie is Frankie. If you change in anyway other than what I know and see of you now and I'll be angry with you. You are Samantha. Learn from Red and Frankie. If you wish, they will always be open to you. But never try harder. I intend to punish you now, do you understand?" Her eyes moistened as she nodded her head, her shoulders even slumped slightly in defeat and then confusion creased her brow, before she hid it from me. After all, how could I punish her, seconds after telling her she had done nothing wrong? Yet, she wasn't about to argue with me. Frankie's Story Ch. 08 "After work tomorrow, we will be here for a couple of hours and then I'm taking you out to dinner. That is your punishment, to be stuck with me while we eat." The moistness in her right eye allowed a small tear to slowly descend, down her cheek. The smile that grew on her lips never allowed another to follow. We kissed once more before I let Samantha get up and we walked to the dining table, a towel already on the seat that Samantha would occupy. The conversation was easy and fun. Red stood at one point so we could all see her skin grafts. It was also over the course of that evening that she was open to us all over what happened that afternoon at the studio. I suppose she was waiting to come to terms with it herself and be able to tell us all, at the same time. Even I understood that to tell as much as she had, must have taken a great deal out of her. It's also, why I had no compunction to push her for details. Mathew Bowden knew everything because he had to, so his team could fight Red's case. The emotional and mental withdrawal that followed caused me some concern. That day was still raw to Red and had been for some time. Other than wanting to know why she had not agreed to meet with Caroline Atkins, I had not broached the subject. Red called them her battle scars. We all picked up, on the double meaning she had attached to that comment. Red had been assigned to Caroline Atkins by the studio as her personal fitness trainer. They grew close and at the completion of the first film, Caroline had asked Red if she was willing to stay on for the second film. Although uncertain as to why, she felt that her decision would make up Caroline's mind whether to sign up or not. Since the conversation we had with Red was positive, they both signed up that same day and that bond of friendship grew between them. The day of the accident, they both went over the stunt with the stunt coordinator several times until both knew it by heart. With the word 'action' still ringing in everyone's ears, Caroline performed every action with perfection, right up until the very last stunt. That's when Red knew that Caroline was three paces behind where she was supposed to be at that moment. Regrettably, no one could see that, other than someone in the position that Red was standing. With the final stunt about to go off she could not afford the time to scream at either Caroline or the stunt coordinator, instead opting for what we knew happened next. In covering Caroline and pulling her away from her intended path and fatal end, Red caught the beginning of the last stunt across the top half of her back, before she could force both herself and her charge to the ground and safety. It was plain to see both girls wanted to know more. We still respected Red's need to mentally, place their questions behind her. She answered them as best she could and finally drawing a tight line under us ever asking again. I slept with Red that night, curled up onto a ball and silently crying to herself and allowing me to see that child within her again. Although she knew her sisters understood, to Red this was submission on a deeper level for her. This was showing something that she still felt difficult to both show and, for her sisters to understand. It was well into the night before she came up for air and hugged me tightly to her before the dam burst for the final time. I'm sure the girls heard everything and I freely admit to not being sure if it was their training or respect for Red's privacy and vulnerability that kept them away. ******* Samantha went all business suit on us when we got the office. Marlon did the presentation and like Rebecca before her, Samantha took loads of notes, even though she knew she would get a summery afterwards. We set up a conference call with her father and for the next hour went into detail of two of the projects that his company wished us to concentrate on. Between Marlon and I, we set a tentative target time and allowed ourselves a light margin for error. Mitch Harper was no fool and set out financial restrictions if we defaulted on our agreed timescale. Samantha produced a contract from her briefcase and once again I signed my life away thinking that I really did need to get Frankie and myself back on the road again real soon. "That's all for now Jack. Sam, enjoy your holiday and I will see you in a week. Take care, baby girl." "Thank you daddy, see you all in a week." Even as the picture went blank, she was still Samantha the hard nose asking Frankie for a UPS envelope so she could send the contracts onward as soon as she could. The envelope would go with the others, down to security later that day ready for pick-up. She then followed Marlon down to his lab and I never saw either of them for the rest of the day. By the time she appeared at my office, Frankie and I had our coats on and were heading down the corridor. Samantha walked on past her own car and piled into the back of mine, before I realized what she had done. Frankie did her usual and spoke of inconsequential things, sometimes bringing Samantha into the conversation and sometimes it was Samantha that started one. Both girls stripped as they entered the cabin. Red already had a light meal ready for us, so all three of us showered together and joined her as she placed everything on the table. I got to the table via the play room. "Frankie, remove your collar." Instantly she knelt and removed her collar placing it on her lap for now as I put the leather collar on her and snapped it shut. Her hand came up, her own collar in full view; I took it and placed it next to the lamp in the day room. Samantha watched but said nothing. "State to your sisters why you are being punished." "I am to be punished for being foolish and allowing my ability to read people, to seep into our lives. It is wrong to allow this ability to interfere with our lives. I should be punished, to remind me to speak to my sisters rather than seek that information from their heads." I nodded my head. "Good, now tell me who is to punish you?" "My sister shall punish me, it was her, I foolishly used my ability on and in doing so, invaded her thoughts and angered her so I could find answers to questions rather than ask her." This time I turned my attention to Red. "You are to punish this slave as you see fit, until Samantha and I return later this evening. Should you wish to use anything outside of the play room, you have my permission to do so." Frankie felt the leash attach itself to her leather collar a second before she heard Red say "Yes Master." We all watched Frankie shudder in anticipation. We ate our meal at the table, Frankie ate hers on the floor in front of us. Samantha came out of the spare room in a cocktail dress and looked like a million dollars. I came out in a suit and looked like I may have to rethink my wardrobe real soon. That girl looked hot. Opera then dinner was the order of the evening. Samantha got all the looks, I got a glowing companion for the evening, although it was clear she wanted more information on what was going on, back at the cabin. All I did was remind her that we were out for the evening and that was all she needed to think about. She nodded her head, but it was clear to both of us that this was new to her. I explained that we would talk about it on the way home, not now. This time that thousand-watt smile resurfaced and lit up the room once again. I asked to see the chef and thanked him for a great meal. Samantha, not to be outdone leaned over and kissed his sweaty cheek. I have never seen this man blush so much since I started coming here. The journey home was a little tense when I explained what Frankie had done at Reds bedside. Samantha never asked anything after that, just sat hugging my arm as we drove back home. She dozed for a while, the travel and what happened the night before were finally catching up to her. Just as the car pulled up outside the cabin her eyes instantly opened. I held the door open for her and smiled to myself at how she already looked like she wanted to rush into the cabin and see what Red had done to Frankie. We found them; Frankie was in the hot tub while Red sat on the edge with her feet in the tub a glass of something clear in both of their hands. "Fucking doctor told me I can't use the hot tub in case my skin fell off, so I'm making her sit there and suffer instead." All three girls burst out laughing. Frankie got out and I wrapped her in a towel before she once again knelt on the cabin floor. The leather collar came off and I put hers back on her. The four welts across her ass did not escape anyone's notice. I equated them to the four words she would have used when she delivered them. Don't do it again. With the weekend now upon us, all four of us ended up at the lake the next day. Although the duty of placing lotion on all three fell to me, it was a valiant effort on my part to make sure every piece of skin was covered in the stuff, several times. Frankie and Samantha took up positions on the float while Red stayed with me. "If I suddenly start having a hairy back, I need you to tell me so you can book me in to get it lasered, promise me this please." Her comment made me laugh so much, the girls sunbathing out on the float looked up to see if I wanted them to return. We all took Red back to the clinic after our weekend together. Niamh was waiting on our arrival. I kept away from her and the girls seemed to act cold around her as well. With a hug and a goodbye, we left both sisters to talk although even I couldn't see that lasting long. Dr. Kellerman was already getting Red wired into everything. A full spectrum of tests were already being written onto her notes. If everything was favorable then the trips away from the clinic would increase. ******* Red was so close to closure now. That chapter in her life was almost over and she had so far survived. The action, being dealt with by Mathew was next, they talked on the phone almost daily and although Red kept me up to date, it was clear all Red wanted was for this all to go away. She most definitely wanted her life back. The second film was due to be released shortly and the studio, in their arrogance had even invited Red to the première. She waited until we got home before she came storming into my den and griped, "I CANNOT believe those bastards!" She tossed the letter she received onto my desk. I scanned over the invitation the studio sent for the premier of the sequel that Red was working on when the accident had happened. "Okay, Red calm down. This will just give Mathew ammunition for his negotiations. We'll call him up and have him take over from here." "When will this thing end? How long has it been since this started? I just want this over with so I can leave that hell-hole once and for all! I'm tired of me, my company and my ... our future, being put on hold, while those assholes dick around." I quipped, "Is this what you're like when you're out of my sight? I may have to send Frankie to you to monitor you better." She crossed her arms and pouted but I could see she was trying hard not to smile. "You're actually pouting? What are you, ten?" "Oh, stop it. Can't I feel sorry for myself for half an hour?" "No, absolutely not. You've got five minutes to get your shit together, then we're going to talk to Mathew. Do me a favor and call your sisters in here." I started dialing the phone as Red got the other two girls. I said when the receptionist answered the phone, "Is Mr. Bowden available? This is ..." The receptionist responded before I could continue, "Of course, Mr. McManus. I'll patch you right through." "Mr. McManus, how are you today?" My initial words faded when all three girls appeared at the door. "Mathew, hold one second. I'm putting you on speaker phone. I have Red, Samantha and Francine here with me. I'm good Mathew. Please call me Jack. Your office knows my voice? I must call back WAY too often." We all laughed and I suppose it was true, between Red and I, we seemed to talk a lot with his firm and gather updates as to time scales and updates of Red's medical status and her needs as they occured. "Anyway, the reason we called is that the studio had sent an invitation to Red, requesting her to attend the premier of that movie. She's quite upset about the whole thing. Can you also give us any news on the progress of the negotiations?" We could hear Mathew blow out a breath, "They are still stalling. They're hoping that they can weaken our position by stalling. They want us to get desperate enough to settle for a lot less than you deserve, Red. I know it's hard, but stick this out a little longer. This mistake they just made will help a lot." Both the girls and I sat and watched Red as she sat and stewed, this wasn't what she wanted to hear. "Okay, please fax us a copy of the letter then release custody of the letter to the local branch of our office. We'll send a formal letter of complaint to their lawyers. We'll let them know that this little stunt will cost them and, also, use this letter as a catalyst to force their hand to close this whole business out." "Thanks Mathew. I'll get that faxed to you in a few minutes and courier the letter over ASAP." I hung up. Sam turned to Red, "Have you thought about what you're going do now?" "Other than getting this thing settled and selling the business, no I haven't." Red looked at me then at Frankie. Frankie smiled and nodded at Red. Red looked down at her folded hands and heaved a big sigh. It was clear she was thinking about it, I think the shudder her body gave before she once again turned to me confirmed ahead of time that it wasn't going to happen. "My Master we rarely discuss money since we have never needed to, but without the sale of either the business or my apartment how much is this slave worth?" I unlocked a drawer to one side of my desk and pulled out a file, flipped a couple of pages and looked at the total. "I have yet to update your account; it's almost a week since I did, so forgive the odd few dollars until I do." My finger traveled along the list of numbers until I found the one I was looking for. "Your worth, without the business and apartment included comes to four point seven million dollars. Like I said, give or take a few dollars." "Holy shit." I had a smile on my face when I looked towards Frankie, her face was a picture, Samantha's wasn't that far behind. "Red was a nightmare at college, her finances were in such a mess that I took them over and handed them to my accountant he in turn had split her personal income in half and Red lives on one half while he deals with the other as well as her business account. With investments, the selling of her last company and the profits from this one she has over the last eighteen years only spent a very small percentage of her personal wealth. Add to that she spends nothing when she's here which is as often as she can, means her balance simply keeps growing." It wasn't difficult to see what all three were thinking. A naked slave doesn't need a clothes allowance and when I did insist on things like fitness clothes, I ended up handing one of them my plastic anyway. It also led Frankie to insist on me doing the same with her wages, I simply shrugged my shoulders and pulled another file out of the same drawer, pulled a sheet out of a file and told her to sign on the bottom. Samantha watched and smiled as Frankie sailed across the room and signed at the bottom of the page without even reading the small print. ******* I also found out that Red was keeping secrets. She was going out from the clinic from time to time on her own. At first, I was going to raise this with her, until I figured out what she was up to and quickly moved away from confrontation so she could surprise us all. The next time Frankie and I came to pick her up for a long weekend, she directed us towards another part of town finally parking us at the front of a building. Frankie was still confused until she noticed the sign above the door. 'Connell's Fitness and Gym'. She took a picture with her phone and forwarded it to Samantha. Samantha called Red directly and screamed congratulation over the phone. Both girls wanted membership immediately, if not sooner. Red explained that her membership was already on its way to her as she stuck her hand into her pocket and pulled out Frankie's. We got the tour of the gym and fitness studio and were introduced to Anthony. My first thought, as I looked at him was 'steroids' and then I recognized the name. Anthony (don't call me Tony) was one of Reds employees back in Hollywood. He obviously didn't wish to be part of any new company when Red sold it and her apartment. Anthony was built as if he needed to twist sideways before going through a door. It was also wise never to assume anything about him. He was Reds right hand, back in Hollywood and a list of qualifications longer than his arm, meant that you assumed at your peril. He and five others would work the gym. Reds expertise was the fitness classes. It seems Doc Kellerman still wanted Red to take it easy for another month, so the gym would open on Monday and then the fitness studio would start taking names for classes. The good doctor told me that Red was back in training with a vengeance, apart from a couple of post examinations booked in at three and six months there was little if anything left to do. The grafts had taken and held becoming living tissue once again and although he had suggested some cosmetic surgery, Red had flatly refused. To her, the scars were from a time in her life that was now the past. Although she chose not to return to it, she was plainly reluctant to erase all reminders of it. Her sight was now set on the fitness center business. Mathew Bowden and his people were left to talk to the studio. At the moment, it all looked like it was finally coming together. Then the opening of the fitness classes happened. Both the girls had gone to the opening. I had stayed at the office to catch up on some work. My phone rang and a terrified Frankie screamed into the phone that she needed help. I heard Red in the background screaming and cursing up a storm. I made it to the studio in half the time it was supposed to take and I was just grateful the police in our town were busy somewhere else. Anthony stood to one side of the door and I almost ran through it. Red was beyond help, poor Frankie held her down but only just, and that was with the aid of one of the other fitness instructors, who looked as terrified as Frankie did. I tossed my phone to Frankie, grabbed Red and held her screaming form in my arms as I told Frankie to get Doctor Kellerman. Between her screams, her punches and kicking, all I could do was hold her. Her own years of submissive training counted for nothing as I held her tight to me and waited for the good Doctor. He looked just as shocked by Reds appearance as everyone else that evening. He immediately sedated her and between us, got her back to the clinic. The nurse strapped her to the bed. My first thought was to object, the bruises over my face and body meant I would have been stupid to do so. It took close to an hour to get the story out of Frankie. With Doctor Kellerman's help, we slowly coaxed it out of her. They had got to the fitness center early, even though all the groundwork was completed. They drank water to hydrate and twenty-five students came in. Red was twenty minutes into her fitness program when she spotted something and screamed at the woman in the front row. The woman ran out, but the damage had already been done. Red dismissed the class and left, by the time Frankie had her stuff together, her downward spiral continued. She kept pacing the room wouldn't settle or talk to Frankie. Frankie's Story Ch. 08 Her own agitation grew and there was nothing either Frankie or Anthony could do. She called me, but Reds anger was slowly getting out of control. Red was lashing out at anything, causing both Frankie and Reds assistant to hold her down and hope she calmed down. Frankie once again burst into tears as she came to the end of that evening's tragic story. "Frankie, Frankie listen to me. Think long and hard, who was the woman that Red screamed at?" It took all of her own will power to stop her body from shaking with fear. Her mind reached back amongst those memories. "She called her Karen, the last name sounded like Winston but she was already screaming and swearing at the woman by then, so I may be wrong. Doc Kellerman held onto Frankie's hand. She instantly pulled it away. Her eyes bored deep into him. "I belong to one man. You are my doctor, I understand that, but my master owns me not you." The doc and I looked at each other, although he was a little confused by her sudden change, I knew that the memories of Charles Winston and the seminar in Atlanta were still around to haunt her. This time we tried something different. It was clear he had a reason for touching Frankie. I held one hand and the doctor then held her other hand. Frankie instantly relaxed. "Francine please think hard, was it Winston or Wilson?" This time Frankie looked at me for direction, I held her hand tighter and nodded my head. Frankie closed her eyes and by her eye movement I could tell she was re-enacting the whole evening. Suddenly her eyes opened and she once again looked towards the doctor. "Wilson. It was definitely Wilson." Doctor Kellerman thanked her and let go of her hand, tilting his head towards the door as he got up. I made Frankie more comfortable on the couch in his office and went to find him. Joseph Kellerman was standing by the coffee machine. He handed me mine and sat across from me when the machine gave his out. "I hope this is nothing more than a blip in her recovery Jack. I understand you need to do something, so I will help you there without breaking any confidentiality. For weeks now, the clinic has been screening all of Reds calls at her request. She gave us two names that were never to be given access to her, one was Caroline Atkins, the other was Karen Wilson. Caroline and Karen are, one and the same person." The urge to kill doesn't come often to me. Right at this moment I would have easily placed my hands around that woman's throat and squeezed. People like Mathew Bowden aren't very emotional; it was partly why I was happy to have him on my side. When I told him what had happened and asked if Caroline was still contracted to the studio, I actually heard him swear. He then told me he would be on the next available flight. At ten the next morning, Mathew and two of his assistants came into Joseph Kellerman's office. He took statements from Frankie, Anthony and the other fitness instructor that helped hold Red down. They found three other women from that class willing to testify over what had happened and who the woman in the front row was. Joseph had to refuse Mathew access to Red as she was still heavily sedated. "That event was last night. The sedation should have worn off by now. Why is Ms. O'Connell still being sedated?" Joseph felt his abilities as Reds doctor were being questioned. He stood to face Mathew, it was then I interceded. "Mathew, we tried to bring her out of it earlier. No sooner had she woke, than she screamed in pain. She was so strong and so driven she broke one of the restraints holding her to the bed. Joseph had no choice but to sedate her again." For such a proud and broad man he seemed to deflate to the point he had to sit down, shaking his head as he did so. It seems Mathew was human after all. "My God, what have these people done to this woman?" "It's why she left Hollywood so quickly and why she heaped everything onto you. She trusted you to keep them at bay Mathew, the more times she spoke to you she believed in her mind that her past would finally remain just that. I'm sure that Caroline Atkins had no intention of turning Red into a basket case last night. But as the book says 'the road to hell is paved with good intentions'." Mathew's mind seemed to be elsewhere and I paused. It took him a moment before he once again looked at me. "When Red comes out of this I'll call you and get you or one of your assistants back here, but to be honest Mathew, none of us know when that's going to be." Once he had composed himself, he stood and held out his hand towards Joseph Kellerman. They shook and he thanked him for his assistance and apologized for any distress he felt he had caused him. An hour later Frankie returned to Doctor Kellerman's office, placing the leather collar into my hands. Joseph went white and then shook his head. "That's not going to work Jack." I smiled before replying. "Red is drifting Joseph and I'm not about to let her continue to do so. Find us a room where she can't hurt herself and lock us both in there." "And if she beats you to a bloody pulp?" "Then with my last 'gasp' effort, I'll write 'ooops' with my last drops of blood." Joseph Kellerman laughed, his laughter stopped when Samantha was shown into his office by Frankie, who ignored the look I gave both of them. "Please tell me you're here to talk some sense into him." "Doc I think you and I have been out maneuvered by these two." I don't often get to see Joseph at a loss for words, when it dawned on him what I had just said. The silence was very quickly replaced, by him telling the girls it would be a cold day in hell, that what they wanted was what they were getting. Frankie said nothing, just smiled and took a pace back toward the door, and opened it. Mathew Bowden stepped back into the office. I figured now was about the time I had best defuse the situation. "Doc, I've been around sub-missives since I was eighteen and if there is one logic that defies everything, even the laws of physics, is that when they talked about an unstoppable force hitting an immovable object they clearly never considered a slave on a mission. Samantha, recite your vow that you gave to your sisters." Samantha paused for a moment as her mind went back to the many conversations they all had together, smiled and then said, "This is my gift to all of you. Should any of you ring me I will answer, regardless of what I'm doing, should you need me I will be but a plane ride away." "What did Frankie say when she phoned you?" "That my sister is in trouble and that it will take us all to help her. She also said that one of us could get hurt in doing so." "Yet you still came to help your sister, knowing one of us will be hurt. Even if it's you she hurts." This time Samantha shrugged her shoulders. "Should my sister harm me then you will be there to protect me, I will not see that hurt since it's not my sister harming me but the demons inside her head. Please Master, my sister is in pain. It is up to us, to stand with her and for her to know she is not alone in her fight." Joseph continued to shake his head as he listened to what was being said. Mathew again sat down, only this time he sat and watched. Once again Doctor Kellerman thought about what had been said before he shook his head in the negative. "I can't allow this Jack. You know Reds history, we both know she's stronger than she looks and the self defense classes she took, hell she even became an instructor in those same courses eventually. That woman could take each of you apart before I could get the door unlocked." Everyone was silent, deep in his or her own thoughts. Joseph Kellerman had a patient and a career to look after. I had three girls that placed in my hands, their own welfare. I was wondering if we now had our own unstoppable force, verses immovable object moment, but of course, there was Frankie. "Mr. Bowden. You sit and say nothing. It's now you have to say what is clearly on your mind." Mathew Bowden looked at Frankie, we all looked at Mathew. After a pause, he then looked towards Joseph and as he spoke, we all realized that once again he was human after all. "I've read every witness statement of what happened that night and going on what the good Doctor has told me, what I understand he isn't willing to tell me, Ms O'Connell is suffering from post traumatic stress disorder." For a few moments Mathew said nothing, we watched him fidget in his chair making himself more comfortable. For a moment I expected him to reel off statistics, instead he clasped his hands together and spoke very eloquently about how to this day many people believe that stress disorder would only afflict combat troops. Over the last few months, he had gotten to know Red through their conversations on the phone. She told him of her growing dislike of Hollywood and the decision they had made that she would sell the business as well as her apartment and move back home. How this film was to be the final farewell and close that chapter in her life. Yet the accident at the studio was now an anchor, holding her to a place she no longer wanted anything to do with. To Red, it seemed that every time she tried to move on, something pulled her back. To hold her in a place she no longer wished to be. The invitation to the premiere was one such reminder, just as she knows deep down in her soul; the film was going to be a huge success. Partly because it really was a good film, but also because it's the film where 'that woman' saved Caroline Atkins life, that the severing of her past was becoming more difficult at every turn. At the moment Red carried the pain and constant reminders of that past on her back while Quantum Studio's did nothing more than reap the profits. Last night was a classic example. She now has her own business. The gym is growing in membership by the day and the list of names down for fitness classes far exceeded those of the projected forecasts. She knew some came to stare, but those would soon leave and the hard core of people who wanted to be there would make the place a success. The first day she was there, in her capacity of fitness instructor, and guess, who stood center stage? Caroline Atkins aka Karen Wilson. The evening that was to be Reds start to a new life and there was her past, standing slap-bang in the middle of the front row. Mathew looked up from his hands and saw us all transfixed at his words. "That anchor holding her to a place she now loathes with a vengeance and the woman she believes betrayed her trust and friendship while she was still in the hospital was standing there. Her mind had nowhere to go; the fitness room was her place, her comfort blanket if you wish and her past stood in the middle of the front row, poisoning her own space for her." For such an agonizingly long time, no one said a word. It was clear Mathew spoke the truth, as he knew it. After all, Red did speak to him almost daily. However, Joseph held the final decision here and going by the look of great sadness that he tried and failed to hide, we knew he would do as we asked. It still took us two hours to find what we needed. Mathew wanted to go get it, I thought it best to send Frankie and even that, took another two hours. Joseph needed to keep Red sedated and knew that if we didn't act quickly, then he would have to keep her sedated for longer. We were all reluctant to allow that. That poor girl had enough drugs washing around in her body; she did not need anymore if we could avoid it. ******* I had to warn both girls that Joseph needed to turn the cameras on. My main concern was Samantha and my promise to her, she didn't even flinch. Mathew carried Red into the room and left. Joseph waited until we undressed and took all of our clothes away. The sound as I placed the leather collar around Reds neck and clicked it shut had a certain finality about it. Frankie knelt by her head, we all knew that her gift was needed now more than ever and I gave her permission to use it. Samantha knelt at her feet, Red would no doubt see her first, I simply sat on my ass and wished for a time machine that would take me to a time where I could refuse Red permission to do that last film. We just sat and watched this woman who was clearly fighting her own battles in her head. If nothing else, each and every one of us both in here and outside watching the screens wasn't going to give Red up without a full on fight. She gave a slow moan and slowly turned onto her side, and then with speed that I had seen only rarely from her, she was on her feet and pulling at the door. None of us moved. Red stopped pulling at the door and started to pace either side of the door. She slowly increased the length of her pacing until she paced from corner to corner. The girls just sat and watched the space that Red had just vacated, I watched Red. She paused in her pacing and pulled at her collar, she even turned it around and tried the catch only to find a small padlock preventing her from opening it. "Get this fucking thing off me. I'm not one of your sheep, anymore." "Die first." I noticed the look of shock from both the girls in my peripheral vision. "What?" "I said you have to die first and then I will take it off. Or, are your promises worth nothing? You promised that you were mine until you die, so die first and fulfill your promise." "Promises are worthless words that people use, to get what they want. I got what I wanted from a pencil dick like you and now, I'm moving on. TAKE THIS FUCKING THING OFF ME." It was time to change positions, so I stood and sat the other side of the room passing Red as I did. She watched me, even took a pace to the side so I didn't come close to her. "Tell me something, once I take that off of you, who owns you?" "No one. I will finally be free. Do you know what that word means, pencil dick? Let me help you, free to do what I want, when I want. To be beholden to no one and have a voice." "But you have a voice; you have always had a voice." The color around Reds neck started to change, her hands grasped and then released. "You gave me nothing. Every time I came to you and asked for my freedom, you heaped more pressure on me to stay. Well, you have two new bitches so you no longer need me. Let me go." "Yes, I see your point. Tell me something. That thing you want me to remove from around your neck, what is it?" For the first time Red looked confused, as if I had just asked the most stupid of all questions. Her eyes narrowed slightly looking for a trap. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize it was that hard of a question." This time I pointed to Samantha and urged her to stand. Her actions were slow and calculated, not to spook Red in any way. "Let's try an even easier question for you. Who is that person standing there, name her for me, and I will remove the thing around your neck." Again Red looked confused. She looked at Samantha really closely and after a moment took another step back, keeping Samantha and I in her field of vision. It was also time to move again, so I stood and moved to another part of the room and sat back down. "I'm sorry I got bored of waiting for an answer to my question. Which reminds me," This time I gestured to Frankie to stand, she followed Samantha's example and stood slowly, with Red watching her every movement. "Shall we try for three out of three? Name the person who just stood up." She seemed to look longer at Samantha, her eyes narrowed slightly as though something about her sister struck a cord deep in the recesses of her mind. Soon she shook her head as though frustrated that some answer to a question would not yield itself to her. Her anger once again took control. "This is sick, you're all sick. JUST TAKE THIS FUCKING CHAIN OFF MY NECK." Frankie's face remained a mask. Samantha looked at Red and smiled. I was just grateful she didn't notice. I stood again and Red looked directly at me. Frankie took the opportunity to quickly shake her head at Samantha. I was just relieved that she understood and her face quickly became a mask, as I passed in front of her heading for another part of the room. "Tell me something, is your word any good. I mean, if you lost a bet would you hold up your end of the bet even if you lost?" Anger flashed across her face and her hands once again clenched and un-clenched. "My word's worth a lot more than yours is any day pencil dick." "I'm pleased to hear it. So, do you want to accept a bet? It's not difficult. All you have to do is stand against that wall and do nothing. Accept that bet and I will take that thing off of you. BUT, if you lose, I get to ask you one question and you answer it honestly." Her eyes zeroed in on me for a moment, trying to figure out my angle. After a while, she slowly paced backwards until her back was against the wall. I turned and walked between both girls and in a whisper said one word as I passed between them and took up my position against the far wall, folding my arms as I rested against it. Frankie walked towards Samantha and she in turn met her half way. There embrace was as gentle and as loving as I have always seen between them. Frankie raised her head, Samantha lowered hers and they kissed. Gently at first, a moan emanated from somewhere deep inside Frankie which only seemed to spur Samantha onwards. Red was transfixed. Her mouth was open as she stared at both girls, in the middle of the room clearly enjoying a kiss. Although she noticed me walk towards her, her attention was still on both girls in the middle of the room. Even when I stood directly in front of her to remove the collar she moved slightly so she could still see what the girl were doing. I'm almost sure she didn't hear the click of the now released padlock on the collar, but the girls did and instantly stopped and took a step apart as I walked between them once again and thanked them. "See you won your bet and got your wish." Red seemed not to hear me, her hand came away from her side and she took a half step towards the girls before she stopped and lowered her hand once again. I moved to another wall. Frankie gave me a quick nod of the head as I did, we all saw Red in there, she was just below the surface. "Figured it out yet?" It took a moment for Red to take her eyes off the girls and look towards me. Both the girls could see just as I could, we all knew Reds body just as she knew ours, we could tell that she was getting aroused. Her mind may be trapped but her body gave her away. "That your two bitches have the 'hots' for each other you mean? Isn't that expected with a pencil dick like you around?" Samantha's face was a give away and Frankie moved across her to give her a moment to calm and mask her emotions once again. I moved from the wall to once again keep Red looking at me and not let her get under Samantha's skin. Red watched until I sat with my back against the door, Samantha mouthed the words 'sorry' and her mask came back to her. "Are you going to open the door now? I won my bet." "The winning of your bet, is by your feet. You stood against the wall and I undid the thing you can't seem to remember the name of." It was only when she looked down and saw the collar by her feet that her hand came up and checked her neck. She frowned and she fought so hard to remember me taking it off of her. "But... I mean how... What the fuck are you doing to me pencil dick? You're creeping me out." Although the anger in her eyes was clear to see from all three of us, her state of arousal was still clear to see by everyone, but her. "Ok, answer me this without wrapping everything in riddles like you've been doing. What's it going to take to get that door open and me out of this shit hole?" Frankie's Story Ch. 08 I smiled and that pissed her off even more. "Well..." I said and stopped just as quickly. Once again I stood and walked across the room passing between the girls as I did so and whispered one word as I did, then sat against the far wall watched the door for a moment before looking towards Red. "I suppose that would be another bet, I know you're good at them since you won the last one." Her anger got to me faster that her words did. "You and your fucking bets, what is it with you? You spend ten years fucking with my life and now I have to pay to get out of this shit hole. Well I've had enough. Just tell me what I have to do and LET ME GO." I thought it may take longer, my heart wanted to believe that Red was in there fighting along with the girls and I. She kept slipping up; the chain around her neck was Hollywood holding her back, the fact that she couldn't name both girls showed me her damaged mind looked on each of them as Caroline Atkins and Karen Wilson. Those last words that left her lips, gave away her biggest clue. I had known Red for nearly twenty years, and she had been in Hollywood for the last ten of those. Now was perhaps the point of no return. I knew Red better than anyone, even with her mind in such turmoil, I had to hope and pray that I knew her well enough to know what she would do next. We needed to distract Red and we needed to do it now. Frankie walked towards one side of the door and Samantha followed and stood the other side. I took that distraction of Red watching them, to look at one of the cameras and nodded my head as I stood. Red pushed herself tighter to the wall and turned her gaze back to me, she didn't hear the click of the door because I was already walking towards her. A woman's voice pierced the silence in the room. "I'm so sorry Red; please find it in your heart to forgive me." Red's head turned towards the door, a naked Caroline Atkins stood between both the girls. I paused and that was damn near fatal. When we had tracked Caroline down to one of the motels outside town, it was plain to see she was in almost as bad a state as Red was. Once Frankie had gotten her back to the clinic, it took all my persuasive skills to keep Mathew from doing her bodily harm. I took her to a quiet room and told her all I knew and a great deal of what I suspected. Red had asked if she could take a female lover to tide her over the last year of Hollywood. I agreed and my only condition was that I never knew her name. Looking at Caroline as we talked, I did know now. She agreed to help us and even though I told her we would all be naked, she had agreed that she would enter the room in a swim suit. Somewhere along the line, she had lost even that. The second it took for me to realize she was naked was the second Red took to launch herself across the room and try to attack Caroline. Our paths met in the middle of the room and I pinned her to the floor, both the girls knelt and for some reason Caroline followed suit. "You fucking back-stabbing bitch. You're a Judas, you hear me Caroline, YOU'RE A FUCKING JUDAS." "Yes. I could lie, but there seems little point, the pressure the studio and my management team placed me under to do that interview was enormous. It wasn't until I had done it, I realized the extent of the damage I had done. I see them like you do now. I just hope I didn't loose my best friend, before I finally saw them for what they are." Red still pulled and twisted, but the venom had gone from her as she listened to Caroline. I needed to gamble now and nodded to Frankie. She quickly stood and disappeared outside, coming back with a small bag. Although Caroline stayed where she was, Samantha joined Frankie by Red. Caroline was still talking and although I heard a word or two, I needed to concentrate on my girls and not the tentative peace that was growing between them. Frankie pulled two bottles of massage oil from the bag and tossed one to Samantha; both girls must have poured a good third of a bottle over Red's body and had already started to massage it into her before she realized what her sisters were doing. The first moan that escaped her gave her away, when I looked back, Samantha had half her hand buried into Reds, pussy. The wriggling stopped, well the wriggling against me holding her down had stopped, her hips had already started to rise to allow Samantha better access, it was then I knew I had my Red back. The therapy was still going to happen, but the girls had brought our Red back. I released Red and stood. She slowly opened her eyes and smiled that cute smile of hers. The flush of her cheeks grew and she held out a hand toward me, causing me to kneel by her side. Frankie moved closer and her oiled hands surrounded one of Reds breasts, the moan was longer this time. Her hand went behind my neck and pulled me closer and we kissed, the kiss would have been longer but her hips arched and another moan passed between us. Samantha must been doing a great job back there. "I should have talked to you about all this, I'm sorry. Please help me get my life back, please hold me as often as you can and forgive the insults this slave gave you. I love you so much and each insult hurt me so, yet I couldn't stop, my pain wouldn't let me." Even as those words came to me, I had to pull air into my lungs to hold my own emotions in check. I smiled and we kissed once more, before I stood to fully see the sight in front of me. Red's legs were wide, Samantha was between them. The fingers of her hand now finding her sisters pleasure spot. Frankie was both kneading and pulling hard on her sisters nipples, forcing both pleasure and massage oils into them. Red had closed her eyes once again, her hips trembled and her orgasm was fast approaching. It was time for me to leave. I knelt by Caroline. "What you did took courage; you have a choice, join them or leave with me." As she looked at me, her eyes gave her away and I smiled. I'm sure none of the girls noticed I was gone. I joined Mathew and Joseph next door. "Pencil dick huh, I may have to check my notes regarding your last physical and see if I need glasses." I blushed. "I need you to turn the cameras off now Joseph. Red won't do any harm now and I think they could all do with some privacy. She will still need help and I'll accept your recommendations on that, but Red is back. Now, it's a case of keeping her here." This time I looked towards Mathew. "I believe all this comes under client confidentiality. Red is mine, Mathew. Don't get attached to her, she is your client. Do the best for her and go after the studio and Red will thank you, when you can finally sever the last links she has with Hollywood. I like you Mathew, but you're becoming too attached to my slave and I won't allow you to interfere on a personal level. Do I make myself clear?" Joseph looked towards Mathew. It looked for a moment, as if he was going to protest, instead he nodded his head. "One more thing Mathew, you will assign one of your assistants to Red. If asked, you will tell people that your attention is on dealing with the studio and your assistant will deal with any communication with Red. The daily conversations with you will cease, if you don't stop them, I will order my slave to stop them. She is mine, Mathew and has been since college. If you want to take her away, then go into that room now and take her." Mathew looked at the screen in front of Joseph. The conversation happened so fast and his own attention held that the good doctor hadn't got around to switching the camera off yet. The heap of arms and legs as all four women were attached to parts of each other looked like a human form of a 3D jigsaw puzzle. Joseph noticed and switched the camera off, the screen wet dark and he returned his attention to Mathew. For a moment, Mathew continued to stare at the screen. We both watched him nod his head once again. He shook Joseph's hand then stood in front of me. "You're right and I'm sorry. If I could take her from you and I doubt that very much, where could I take her? I live in the one place she's spending so much time trying to run away from. I will assign one of my people to Red. The studio will be releasing the film in two days and my team is almost ready to put our case to the studio. She is going to be a very rich woman when we are done with them." For some reason Joseph switched the camera back on. Red was in the process of pulling Samantha's legs apart and sliding her own body between them as she set about pussy fucking Samantha. Joseph once again switched the camera off. The good doctor's voice pushed Mathew and I apart and nailed Mathew forever out of Reds life. "Judging by that, I'd say she already is the richest woman on this planet wouldn't you? What you will give her is monitory compensation for placing her own life in the spotlight, a place she never wanted to be. The studio wants to keep her in the spotlight for the mileage they can get from her to bolster the films success. Fight them Mathew. Bind them to a legal contract that they can't get out of and give her back her anonymity." ******* We were sitting in Joseph's office when all four clothed woman came in, the cold pizza boxes sat on the table in the corner. Frankie set about re-heating them. I have never seen grown women devour pizza like they were starved animals. The burps and snickers as they looked and laughed at each other simply made Joseph and I shake our heads. "Caroline, I went back to the hotel and checked you out. Your clothes are in the trunk of my car. You're staying as our guest tonight and I assume you have to be at the opening of the film the day after." "Thank you. Yes, I'm contracted to be there so I have to attend." Her cheeks flushed. It was clear she thought Red would react to her statement. Red just smiled and placed her hand over Caroline's in acknowledgement that she had no choice. "That's settled then, Red you're coming back with us but you know you're back here as soon as Joseph can get you a therapist?" The pause was longer this time, I think she picked up on my mood. "Yes, Master." Caroline quickly turned to Red, her mouth open. "Red, come here please." The tears had already started their journey down her cheeks. She stood and slowly walked toward my chair coming to a stop two feet from me. Her eyes locked to my chest. She knew, it was reinforced in her mind and didn't resist when I grabbed the back of her neck and pushed her over Joseph's desk. Holding her in that position I pulled down her tracksuit bottoms and slapped her ass ten times, so hard my hand hurt. Poor Joseph was stunned by what was happening across his desk. We hadn't talked about it and I had intended to fix this when we got back to the cabin, but Red knew and I had no choice. Still holding her I turned to the other three. "Frankie, take your sister and our guest home. We will follow shortly." My command was met with silence, Frankie simply knelt. Samantha followed her lead, still unsure why. Caroline went to say something, but was met by Joseph pulling at her arm and telling her that we needed a moment. No sooner had the door closed than I pulled my pants down and buried my cock into Red pussy. She was still wet from their time in the room so once my cock was lubricated enough I pulled out and pushed it into her ass. She went to cry out and I slapped her ass once again, instantly she bit down on her lip and lay there as I pounded into her. She clenched her ass once, her body giving her away, that was also met by me slapping her ass even harder this time. She grunted and winced but remained motionless across the table until I had finished. As my cock slid out of her, I pulled her off Joseph's desk and left her on the floor, silently crying to herself. "Tell them. Tell them now." End of Chapter eight. Frankie's Story Ch. 09 (This story interlocks with each chapter so if you come into this story other than the beginning, then you may well scratch your head at some of the comments within this chapter. I've tried to make this a glimpse into the lives and lifestyle of three people. They chose to keep there lives private, isn't it strange how life never lets that happen.) Many thanks go to Linda62953 for her editing. The silence from Red hurt us all. I was willing to wait her out, the girls just sat and stared at Red curled into a fetal position, the bottom half of her body exposed to us. The small trickle of cum eased itself out of her ass a reminder of what had just occurred. Red gently eased herself into a kneeling position facing towards both the girls; her stare fell short and focused on the carpet about a foot from them. "When I signed up for the second film, I begged my master to allow me to take a female lover. It is a gift he has allowed me three times in all of the years I have held the status he granted me. The rules were always the same, less than six months and he was never to know her name. Caroline Atkins was my lover. In the time I've been in the clinic, Mathew Bowden has visited me four times and seen my tits on two of those occasions. We have also had phone sex four times." I'm not even sure what made me look towards Frankie, the look of shock on Samantha's face was enough, yet when I looked at Frankie, she was looking directly at me, almost waiting for our eyes to meet before she nodded her head once and then turned her attention back to Red. "Get dressed and go home with the girls. I will join you all shortly." The pause was momentary before Red slowly moved to stand, holding her tracksuit bottoms in her hand as she did. Both the girls waited for Red and all three left. Less than a minute later, Joseph came back into his office. "You fucking bastard, this is my office, not your play room and not only that, I should be reporting you to the Police for assault on Red. If I thought she would stand up in a court of law I would." He was right of course, he knew our lifestyle and allowed a certain tolerance when it came to the condition of the girls when they came for physicals, but punishing Red across his desk was not acceptable. "Joseph, I was going to wait until we got back to the cabin, but the moment Red came into this room, she knew and I had no choice." Joseph was not going to allow even that, as an apology. "You had every choice you fucking ass. My desk, my own fucking desk. You're just damn lucky you and I go back some years Jack. What you did was unacceptable to me. We both know it was the drugs she was on. That woman is as loyal to you as I have ever seen any woman to a man, even given both your lifestyles. She would never have allowed Mathew to have her and yet you had to do that across my fucking desk." We both knew that my actions had cost me a friend that night. To him I had crossed the line, only time would tell if the damage was beyond repair, he would always be the girl's doctor but my friend? Not for some time to come. The journey home was more subdued, all three girls went in Frankie's car and I drove mine with Caroline, although judging by the way she sat as close to the door as she could, I had a feeling she would rather be with the girls. Frankie knew that wasn't going to happen, they all needed to talk and she knew I was going to talk to Caroline. "I'm... I'm sorry it got this far." "Don't be, you both had a need, Red and I have an arrangement and she ask if she could take a lover." "She never told you though, I didn't realize she was a slave until she stood and called you master." "She and her friend were my property from college onwards. I am also a realist. Red wanted a career and who was I to stand in her way. Our arrangement tides her over until she comes home and it has worked for us." The pause was longer, either I had said something or she picked up on something. It was then I realized that Caroline Atkins was one smart cookie. "So the spanking wasn't because of us... Being intimate I mean?" I smiled and shook my head as I stole a quick glance at her, she seemed relieved and the distance between us declined to a more comfortable level. "Will you tell me if I asked?" Although my smile was still there, it was slightly forced. "No and it's a topic that is no longer your concern. I gave Red permission to take a lover, which turned out to be you. It also brings into perspective the extent of betrayal she felt when you and the studio hung her out to dry and the studio milked the publicity for everything they could. She will never touch you in an intimate way ever again, so don't think tonight gives you another chance at her." Her shoulders slumped slightly and although I knew my statement said it all, I did wonder what part drilled it home to her. "I've been around enough to know what you are and even some of the rules. Do I need permission from you to stay Red's friend?" As the cabin loomed up ahead of us, I was at a loss to answer Caroline. As the engine died, we sat and watched the girls go inside, each of them stealing glances at us sitting there watching them. "I don't know you, your extent of betrayal was huge and it was only the love she got from us all that grounded her enough to keep sanity close to her. After tonight, I don't ever want you to contact her again, never go near her or make any third party contact with her at all. I will not place the same conditions on Red, so if she chooses to forgive you and your friendship once again grows, then you will know that Red has forgiven you." We both got out of the car and walked inside, each of the girls came out of my room in shorts and t-shirts and I smiled at Frankie, she smiled and winked at me. Caroline spoke to me once more before she joined the girls in conversation. "I'm sorry, I know I keep repeating myself, but I truly am. Hindsight is such a wonderful thing and I know I could have been on Red's side more in this, since it was she, who saved my life and I betrayed that gift. I accept what you said in the car, thank you." Red watched Caroline detach herself from me and met her halfway across the room, giving her a hug as she did. Frankie and Samantha joined them and that enabled Red to walk over to me, she followed silently into the playroom and knelt in the middle of the room. "Dealing with you when you realized I knew may have cost me my friendship with Joseph. He didn't understand I needed to deal with you the second you challenged that knowledge, but you did." I pulled a drawer open and then tossed the item on the floor, it bounced once and came to rest next to Red's left knee. No lubricant followed, the butt plug would still enter her ass with ease since I was still leaking out of her ass. "How many times did you allow Mathew to see your tits?" "Twice. My Master." "How many times did you or he initiate phone sex with each other?" "Four times, Master." "You will put that in for the four days you are here with us. You will then put it back in for the remainder of your punishment when you return." Red instantly nodded her head and stood to pull down her shorts before squatting to insert the plug, I knelt next to her. She only winced once before her shorts were pulled up again. "I have dealt with Mathew, I have dealt with Caroline and I have dealt with you. Has today been a day to remember slave and will all those lessons stay with you?" "Yes my Master, I am sorry. Even on the journey back here, I could not find a reason I allowed it to happen, but it did and I participated in it. Will you forgive this slave please?" "Only when you can forgive yourself slave. When you can do that, then come to me and tell me, we will talk more about it then." Although tearful, Red smiled. The distance between us disappeared in an instant and she hugged me. All eyes were on us as we left the playroom, the smiles and conversation started once again as I sought out Samantha and held her hand as we walked out onto the porch and she sat on my lap as she waited for me to talk. Her arms wrapped themselves around me and her head came to rest on my shoulder. She was determined to wait me out and I was grateful she did. "How old are you?" Even as her head came away from my shoulder to look at me, she was clearly confused. I knew everything about her, her age, the day she lost her virginity, her favorite color/food, even the day of her period and duration. I knew every inch of her body intimately and that included her vital statistics and bra size. I knew she still slept with her favorite teddy bear that her folks gave her for a sixth birthday, her life was an open book to me I knew more about her than any man living. Yet here I was asking her a question I clearly knew the answer to. "I am twenty-eight years old and in six months and three days I will be here to beg you to allow me to celebrate my twenty-ninth birthday, strapped to the X-Frame in the play room." That brought about a chuckle between the both of us and the smile from us both was genuine. Her head once again cradled itself onto my shoulder as I told her that a few weeks ago that the leash she was on was a tight one, I was going to give her some relief from that tight leash. "I'm a realist Samantha; you have needs just as you have a status to honor. No man other than your doctor will touch you, however, if that need becomes too much and masturbation won't cut it, then come to me. Don't ever phone, but come to me and ask to take a female lover. You will get the same answer I gave Red; mostly it will be no, sometimes it will be yes. You will have six months to rebuild your tolerance and I am never to know her name or she mine." Although she never moved her head, it was clear she wanted to ask questions. "Would you like me to make it a little clearer?" "Yes please my master." "The mechanics are rather simple really. From the time I say yes, you have six months to get it out of your system, no penetration other than what another woman can do for you so no dildos, vibrators or anything else that could be used to penetrate any part of your body other than the fingers and tongue of the woman you're in bed with. I don't want to know her name and she will not know mine. After six months, you tell me it's over and I accept that it is." It seems she wasn't content with my explanation. "Please my Master, this girl wishes to ask further questions since this is new to me." She felt me nod my head and I did expect her to sit up straight as she asked me, I'm not sure if she felt brave enough to do so and kept her head on my shoulder. "One woman for six months? Or two for three months each?" I believe she quickly realized my answer when my body reacted before my mouth did. "If you asked twice in the space of six months Samantha, I would know how promiscuous you were being and stop the agreement altogether." "This girl is allowed a woman but what if she is married?" "The agreement is a woman Samantha, you simply tell the woman that she is invited but her husband isn't." I did feel I had to make something clear so I pulled her up so we could look at each other. "Know this Samantha; you are a slave, by extension a submissive. Don't seek a dominant female to take for six months. That in itself, would lead to complications you don't want to have." This was clearly a topic she wanted to continue, so I allowed her to, except I got my say in first. "You must both agree Samantha, the businesswoman and daughter of Mitchell Harper gets a say in this just as slave does. Do not under any circumstances turn this into a fight. I didn't allow Red her first female relief for close to three years, I needed to make sure that both parts of her were one. You have seen Frankie. She has taken to this lifestyle quicker than many because Shannon trained her. Red on the other hand fought her training at every turn. Like you, both parts of her struggled to be at peace with each other." "Thank you my Master. I understand and both of us will choose wisely should the need be there. I am to come to you and ask and should you agree, I have six months. When it ends, I am to tell you and nothing more will be said on the matter." It was clear she had thought of something else and now wondered if this conversation was over and she was no longer allowed to ask. I kissed her to put her at ease. She understood the meaning and I watched and waited. "My master, please help me. My sister said that you have only allowed her three lovers in all the time she has been in this lifestyle." I nodded my head and explained that the first time she asked, I refused. We looked into her life and found that the only reason was that she was spending more time working than dividing her time with us. Once she adapted her work time to a more comfortable level and took on more staff to help cover the workload, the free time Red now had, she wanted to spend with us rather than in the arms of a lover. Sometimes all it needed was a fresh set of eyes. If her request was justified, then I would have agreed, on some of the occasions she asked it was because she over loaded her life with work. A lover would have done nothing to change that and it would have been a wasted six months. Samantha clearly thought about what I had said and nodded her head in acceptance that this gift was only going to be allowed to be used, if the right circumstances were in action. "This girl understands now and thanks her Master." We kissed and she settled down once again, then she wriggled and I started to become hard. Samantha frowned, wriggled once again and I became harder. I also knew what was coming next. "My master, this girl has a different question." It was clear she was going to struggle with how to phrase it, so I beat her to it. "You want to know why your sister kept calling me 'pencil dick'?" It was fun to see her blush so much before she nodded her head. "Red had been living in her apartment block for six weeks when one of the neighbors came to visit. She was fresh meat and he wanted first dibs on her, it seems subtlety wasn't his strongest point. That old cliché of simply dropping his shorts and assuming that every woman was going to simply slide on, met with an abrupt end when Red pointed and laughed." Samantha's eyes grew wide and she smiled when she asked if her sister called him pencil dick? I nodded and told her that to me, it was a clear indication that Red was in there trying to help us, it was also time we joined the others so I added. "Besides we all know I'm eighteen inches when erect and often use it as a club to beat you girls with." Hearing Samantha truly laugh was such sweet music to me. We both knew this conversation was over and she stood to allow me to stand. My hand went to hers and for the briefest of moments, I squeezed hers before we entered the cabin. The sleeping arrangements were easy, yet maybe not so. I allowed Red to sleep with Caroline while Samantha and Frankie joined me. It was strange having guests and it highlighted itself with the showers in the morning. I left the girls to it and went and hid in my den so I could finish off the reports and paperwork that I had left in such a hurry. ******* Samantha took Caroline to the airport since she herself was returning home before heading out again to one of her fathers companies; Red was staying with us for the next three days so her punishment could be completed. Frankie and I headed into work, I told Frankie of my wish to go back on the road soon, she agreed and said that she would look into another mix of some conferences and business calls. We both knew that the work for Harper Industries had to be dealt with first, since the time penalties would come into force soon. Red phoned me half way through the day and said that she wished to return to the gym to continue the fitness classes. I agreed as long as she took the butt plug out five minutes before her session and returned it after her shower, the last thing I needed was her damaging herself further. I already had Frankie damaged by a thoughtless bastard; I didn't want it to turn into an epidemic. Red thanked me and when I told Frankie of our conversation, she got straight onto the phone and asked Red to take her gym clothes with her and she would meet up with her after work. Seems I would have a few hours to myself tonight. The girls turned up at eleven giggling and clearly exhausted. I sent them straight to bed while I finished watching the late night game, yet within ten minutes of disappearing into our room, both were now asleep on the couch either side of me. There are times that slaves will do what you want, when you want them too and there are other times, they will let you think they are doing what you want them to do. I just called it a draw and pulled the bottom out of the couch that turned it into a bed and threw a cover over all three of us. "Damn slaves, never doing as they are told ought to be taught a lesson." Both of them just snuggled in closer, gave me a kiss on the cheek and whispered. "Love you Master." Before the regular breathing between them gave them away, I woke the next morning in the same position and by my reckoning, it was still a draw. The same pattern followed the next two days, but Frankie stayed with me the last evening. There was something on her mind and Red must have known about it since she had been at the gym all day and left Frankie an uninterrupted field. She was all work all day long. The frequent glancing at her watch as the day drew to a close, simply confirmed it. The drive home was done in silence, which was unusual for both of us. Her mind was in Frankie's world and at the moment, I was a bystander. I found Frankie kneeling in the middle of the room, her face clearly showing the fight she was having with herself. "Please my Master, allow this slave to speak." I picked up a couple of cushions and tossed one over to Frankie, it dropped right in front of her. Frankie nodded and placed it under her knees while I sat in front of her and made myself comfortable. "This slave was told by you and Doctor Kellerman that the damage done to this body you own will never go away. This slave has stood back and watched you take both my sisters in the ass and even knowing you are right and this body is damaged, she would like you to take this slave's ass at least once in our home. This slave feels, incomplete." The memories of Charles Winston and Atlanta were never far away from Frankie, even though I had told her she had done nothing wrong, she took it upon herself to be punished, for placing herself in a position she felt that would lead people to assume otherwise. She bled for a day after that encounter and even though I insisted she see Joseph Kellerman on our return and he had given her the all clear it would always be a weakness. "I won't say yes and I won't say no. Phone the good doctor and make an appointment. I will go with you and you will explain what it is you wish. Joseph has the final say slave, if he says no, then I don't want any scheming to circumvent his wishes. Your health is far too important to me." "I will obey, my Master." "There is one other thing slave, should Joseph allow this, then I will bring Red and Samantha home with us and all three of us will treat you as the slave you are for the evening. The leather collar will be on you until the sun rises and no hole in this body will be excluded, do you still wish this?" Those time lapse photo shots in nature programs when a flower opens up to the suns warmth were what I saw as Frankie digested all I had said. Goose bumps spread across her chest and she shuddered as her own mind took on the implications of all three of us taking her for the entire night. Her eyes dilated at the same time her nipples tightened and extended slightly, finally her cheeks flushed and she smiled as she looked up from my chest and into my eyes. Frankie's Story Ch. 09 "I look forward to that evening so much my Master, but I understand it will be allowed only if Doctor Kellerman agrees. Even if it's only the once and my ass is kept as a punishment from then on I will understand and keep that night close to my heart, this slave will be whole that evening." Joseph phoned me later that evening, he had found a good therapist for Red's post traumatic stress and her treatment would begin the day after Red went back to the clinic. He wanted Red to stay at the clinic for one more week and then as an outpatient, until the therapist was satisfied with her progress. I asked him if the therapist had seen the film that Joseph would have made in the room. The pause told me enough. "Her comment was that although it was dangerous and unorthodox. It was the strangest shock treatment she had seen, but seeing the film gave her a foundation to build on and the fact Red had made her peace with Caroline helped." All that was left now, was the settlement that Mathew was dealing with and all ties with Hollywood would then be severed. ******* Although I'm used to the silence that always emanated from Marlon's lab, often I would go down there just to see if he was even in the building. I told Frankie on the way into work that I needed to catch up with Marlon and get an idea on how long this project of Harper Industries was going to take and if he and I would end up locked in his lab for the duration. My first stop was to see Mrs. Gillins and play catch up before heading down to Marlon's lab; Jodie was sitting in her seat, while Mrs. Gillins was across the room next to a cabinet reading a file. She looked up and smiled at my reaction. "Get used to it Jack, when you call me, more often than not, I will be sending Jodie in to deal with you. Neither of us has time to make this transition a slow one." I poured my own coffee and sat across from Jodie. "Has he set the wedding date yet?" Jodie smiled and nodded her head. Mrs. Gillins placed the file back into the cabinet and walked across the room. "I will thank you both not to talk about me like I'm not here. As a matter of fact, he hasn't yet, Rebecca phoned me and told me that Thomas is making tentative plans and has already hired a wedding planner. Rebecca and Niamh have already volunteered themselves as bridesmaids should I want any." It occurred to me that Jodie was still hiding behind her silence. I'm sure that the next drama would sort that out one way or another, I sipped at my coffee and we all talked, catching up on all but what I was heading down to Marlon's Lab to deal with. "We have a problem." I did nothing more than grab Marlon by the arm and take him outside to the coffee machine, sat him down and fed him coffee for the next ten minutes. Every time he opened his mouth I put my hand up to silence him until we had both finished our coffee. "Answer yes or no... Have you finished your coffee?" "Yes." "Is the problem in your mind still a big one since the boss bought you a coffee?" "Yes and don't you dare threaten me with Francine again, that's not fair." "You were told to answer yes or no." I pulled my cell out of my pocket and called up to Frankie inviting her to lunch with us as long as she got the pizzas delivered. Poor Marlon almost cried as he sat and listened to my conversation. Hell I even got him another free vend coffee from the machine to commiserate, forty minutes of general conversation later Frankie and Jodie came down the corridor carrying two boxes each. Marlon alternated his terrified look between me, the girls walking and talking down the corridor and fire exit. "That's not fair." I smiled and we all walked into Marlon's man cave for lunch. Jodie acted as a good foil for Marlon. I couldn't beat up on him too much; Frankie couldn't sit and stare at him, or even smile occasionally. She had a calming effect on him that I hadn't seen any female have with him since he had been here, while the girls sat and listened, Marlon told me that one of the circuit boards that Mitchell Industries had sent over had a 'bastard program' installed and he had traced the board back to the Sanchez brothers company. "Ok, back to basics. How do you know all this?" "I recognized the signature it was giving off and phoned a friend of mine. We had a chat and he admitted that he had seen this type of signature a couple of times before. Boss, this can't be installed anywhere else. If we do, it's a backdoor program for any hacker to let themselves in and do all sorts of fun stuff." Both the girls had stopped eating about halfway through there pizza. The implications of what Marlon was saying were grave. "Girls I need you both to pack up and head back to the office. Frankie, get in touch with Samantha and tell her I need an appointment with her and her father as soon as possible. Jodie, go home and pack a bag you need to be back here in three hours." "Why?" I didn't get a chance to answer, Frankie had her by the arm and was already steering her out of Marlon's Lab. "Isolate it. Don't destroy it for now, but make sure it sits in the deepest darkest part of this lab and only you can get at it, even if I send Frankie down here to get it, you keep it away from any living being on this planet and especially from our own mainframe. Do I make myself clear?" The relief that he no longer had sole responsibility for this was evident to see. Marlon even smiled and nodded his head. To him I was already out of his lab, his full attention once again of the potential monster sitting on his desk. Mrs. Gillins stood as I came into my office; Frankie was still on the phone so we found a quiet corner. "In all the time I was here you never took me out to one of your business associates, yet you're dragging Jodie with you." "You, I never needed to worry about. Jodie I do, I need to see with my own eyes how she handles this. This company could be sailing very close to the wind, depending on what I get out of Mitchell Harper. I need her close by as I will Frankie. If she passes this I will personally walk you down the isle and accept Jodie as your replacement, but she has to come with us, conference calls and phone calls aren't going to cut it this time." She nodded her head. "I thought as much, just look out for her Jack." "No. She stands or falls on her own. We all have a job to do on this trip and not much time to back each other up. She has a job and you claim she knows her job, now its test time. Frankie will help if she can, but she will have enough to do as it is. For a moment, Mrs. Gillins started to say something, then smiled and changed her mind. "Mitchell Harper has cleared all of tomorrow afternoon; Samantha was heading out to New York in the morning but has put that on hold. Our flight leaves in three hours and were booked into the Rossington for an initial two days, but we have dibs on the rooms for longer if we need them. You have a suite and I'm in with Jodie." We both listened to Frankie as she spoke. Mrs. Gillins just couldn't help herself as she walked towards the door. "No time to check out adjoining rooms then, huh?" Frankie colored and smiled. I don't know why she did, that damn woman knew everything, and she was just reminding us that she did. ******* We met Jodie at the airport and all three of us went business class, I just looked at Frankie. She smiled and said they were the only available seats. The temptation to check out coach and toss her skinny ass down there if she had lied was only held in check because Jodie was sitting between us and seemed like she was in her own personal hell. "You could have told us you don't like flying." "Mrs. Gillins told me to keep my mouth shut until we landed." "Well, if you feel the need to throw up, aim towards Francine." I'm almost sure the flight attendant was going to come down the isle to see if everything was ok since all three of us were laughing so much. All through the flight, we kept a constant feed of water into Jodie, working on the principle that if it were going down it wouldn't have time to come up, plus the constant visits to the bathroom kept her mind occupied until the light for all seat belts to be put on flashed. The sign held by a chauffeur said, 'Mr. McManus and guests'. I told Frankie to go ahead and grab our rental and I would see her later at the hotel. It seemed he wasn't sure what to do when I stood in front of him on my own and asked to be taken to the office. His instructions were that we were all going to the Harper residence. That wasn't going to happen, considering the animosity between Peggy-Sue and I. The chauffeur phoned ahead and Samantha met me at the door. We walked in silence to Mitchell Harper's office. I wasn't planning to get involved in any real conversation with him until I had Frankie and Jodie with me. I didn't want anything turning into a 'he said she said' finger pointing exercise at a later date. Mitch and I shook, and we sat away from his desk, Samantha slightly behind her father. "The conversation I had with Francine said there was a problem with the piece of equipment Sam dropped off, yet she wouldn't get involved in any details." "I've got Francine and one other employee with me. We need rest because it's been a hell of a long day and I have a report being sent to me that won't get here until later this evening so I would prefer we stuck to our original schedule if you don't mind Mitch." Even though he looked intently at me, he couldn't figure out what was going on. "You declined my offer of spending your time with us at the house?" "Please don't read anything into that, if it was just Francine and I, it would be fine, but I brought someone with me and I wouldn't like to impose. The thin ice I'm on with your good wife would just get thinner." Samantha blushed and Mitch laughed so much his face went red and he started to cough, I actually thought he was heading for a heart attack. "She told me when she got back. I had to head out for a round of golf before she saw me laughing. I don't agree with what you did Jack, but Sam said it was necessary so I took her at her word, Peggy-Sue on the other hand, has been sticking needles into effigies of you ever since." We smiled and Samantha got slightly more flushed. We had coffee and bragged a bit about life before we shook on it and I went down to reception to get a cab back to the hotel. Mitch promised to smooth it over with his wife and told me that tomorrow afternoon was still clear for whatever had brought us all here so suddenly. Frankie met me at the hotel's reception desk and told me that Samantha had phoned her as soon as I had left, wanting to know what was going on. "Phone up to Jodie and tell her she has an hour to get ready. We have dinner booked and no, it isn't pizza." The smile from Frankie said it all and she dashed towards the elevator while I picked my key up and headed for my room. Samantha was sitting on my bed when I came out of the bathroom. "What's going on Jack? Francine is telling us nothing and you all but shut up shop when my father asked you the same question." I walked over to the phone and called Frankie. "Yes she's here; ask reception to make it another place at out table... No need, you know she's always immaculately dressed, she doesn't need to.... Ok see you downstairs in ten." She sat and watched me dress, I had nothing to hide she had seen all of it and some of it has been very intimate with her, I did catch her licking her lips and she flushed when I smiled and guided her out of my room. I was even polite and didn't ask how she had gained access to my room. Frankie and Jodie met us at the elevator and I swear poor Jodie was at a loss for words, well more than usual, anyway. In desperation, Samantha again turned to Frankie while the elevator descended to the lobby and the restaurants. "It has something to do with that piece of computer, doesn't it? Jack's not talking, at least tell me something." I held my breath as Frankie looked towards Samantha. "The weather here is much better than home at the moment, I personally think the boss really wanted to come here so he could top up his tan." Jodie laughed and I held onto Samantha's arm so she could be at peace with herself and resist the urge to punch Jodie. Oh boy, did I get the looks when I walked in with three women in tow, Samantha finally resigned herself to knowing that she wasn't getting anything out of any of us and reluctantly at first, enjoyed the meal. It also took Jodie half an hour to notice that both Frankie and Samantha had the same necklace. Then she spent the rest of the evening trying to figure out if this was one of those things she should see and say nothing about. Mrs. Gillins had told her this would happen sometimes, when she told her she was handing her job over to her when she left to get married. We finally adjourned to the bar for coffee. The girls had ones with funny sounding names that always seem to include alcohol, I just shook my head and decided that society is doing everything it could to destroy coffee in its natural form. Being the purist, I sipped mine as Frankie and Sam talked while Jodie watched and said little. Once again, Frankie's abilities came to the fore when she stood and announced that she was going to the bathroom. "Miss Harper. Since tradition means that no woman ever goes to the bathroom to freshen up on there own, would you care to join me?" Jodie smiled and tried to hide it behind her liquor glass. She watched both stand, nod towards me and walk to the bathroom. Jodie's glass once again rested on the table before she crossed her legs and looked towards me. "Is this going to be my interview?" "Why do you say that?" "You haven't stopped watching me since we got on the plane, not in a perverted sort of way, I know that. You're watching me, assessing me. Mrs. Gillins was your safety net and now that she's getting married, you need to find out for yourself if I can take up the slack." "You're following someone who started in my company almost the same day I started it. I understand that no two people are the same. You will have strengths and weaknesses just like we all have. I need to know just how strong you really are." Jodie smiled and sipped her coffee, uncrossed her legs and once again placed her glass back onto the table. Her gaze swept the whole room once before she leaned onto the arm of the chair she was sitting in so she could talk more quietly. "Strong enough, to see that you are two people in the same body. Strong enough to know that Francine is your niece, and also your slave and now strong enough, to know that Samantha is, as well. I'm strong enough to see that you are committed to every person who works for you, just as I'm strong enough to fight my fear of flying and watch as both you and Francine did everything you could to comfort me the entire journey." She paused long enough to take another sip of her coffee before continuing. "Mrs. Gillins phoned me at home while I was packing. When I asked her for advice, she simply said that I was to be myself. If I tried to be anyone else, you would see through me. When that woman pulled me out of the secretary pool and made me her assistant, I was so scared. She is a legend in that building, yet she chose me amongst some who were far more senior than I was." Jodie watched both Frankie and Samantha walking back across the bar area for a moment and smiled once again. "When Mrs. Gillins sat me down and told me what she had planned for me, I told her, what I'm about to tell you now. My folks told me that above all else, a person's word has to count for everything. My folks were country folks where a handshake was more binding that any written contract because a person's word had to stand for everything." With that, she reached across the distance between us, her hand held out. I took it and we shook on it. "What you have is a younger version of Mrs. Gillins, except with slightly more attitude of course." We both laughed and as far as we were both concerned, the interview was over. Frankie continued to stand, seemingly waiting for Jodie and they both walked to the elevators. Samantha came and sat next to me. "She knows?" "Yes, she spotted your necklaces and since she knew about Frankie, the rest was just watching how you both interacted with each other." "Do you want me to arrange for her to have an accident?" We both laughed and I told her that she had no worries. I had met her husband at one of the company picnics. She was as devoted to him as I had ever seen with any married couple twice their age. We both watched the elevator close before I looked once again at Samantha. "This girl would like to stay the night with your permission." "Yes of course, as long as your folks know you're here. I know you're a big girl now and you can stay with whomever you wish but its called courtesy, Samantha. The other thing is, I can't have you come down for breakfast. Jodie may have knowledge of my lifestyle, but I refuse to flaunt it in her face." "This girl phoned mother from the bathroom and she knows I'm with you. My sister agrees with you and I will be gone before breakfast, but this girl could not pass up this opportunity when it arose." ******* After breakfast, Frankie talked to Reception and got us a small meeting room so we could video conference with Marlon. We had left so fast, we needed to work on some of the information Marlon had gleaned from the circuit board, before he realized what he actually did have in his hands. I asked him to do one more test on it and get back to us with the answer as quickly, but as carefully, as he could. We then spent the next hour going over what we had before breaking for lunch and then heading over to Harper Industries. Samantha met us at reception and escorted us into a meeting room. I could see through the glass partition of the door that two of their security people took up positions by the door as soon as Samantha locked it. Mitchell Harper came in the far door along with two people I didn't know. "Ok Jack, this is Clive Marshall, from our technology department and that's Tony Costas from legal. Ladies and Gentlemen please take your seats and let's get to the bottom of what's brought Mr. McManus here so quickly." I went over what Marlon had found out about one of the circuit boards Samantha had brought with her and the implications of its use as a back door for a hacker. Clive instantly refused to believe it until Frankie pulled out a file, walked over to him and placed it in front of him. We lost Clive while he was reading the file, so we continued. Mitch and I talked about the length of time it took his company to finally buy the Sanchez group of companies and how much of their technologies had so far been merged with his own. That conversation suddenly peaked Clive's interest once again and he excused himself from the meeting. It was clear Mitch wanted Clive back in the meeting before we continued so I suggested coffees and Mitch readily agreed. Jodie's cell beeped once while we all talked about random things, waiting for Clive's return. She looked at her cell and then passed it onto to me to read. I nodded and thanked her before she placed her cell back on the table. Clive came back half an hour later, clearly looking like he wanted to be somewhere else and that worried Mitchell Harper. "I do know something I didn't know when I left home. I had Marlon do a test of the board he has. He was able to work out when the backdoor became active and that was in the later stages of your companies dealings with the Sanchez group. To Marlon's knowledge the backdoor was installed and tested once before it became dormant." Frankie's Story Ch. 09 Samantha was still watching Clive, even more so when he placed his head in his hands and started shaking his head. She stood and leaned across the table her face red with anger. "What have you done and where did you just go?" Clive actually cowered in front of Samantha. "Nothing is wrong, I checked as soon as I got there. But just to be on the safe side I closed the system down and I have Andrias pulling the board out." Samantha practically screamed at Clive. "You have one of these things in our own system. What the fuck were you thinking, you moron? Get out and personally get that piece of shit out of our system and I want a full diagnostic done, now get out and send someone in here that knows what they're doing and won't be a reckless idiot like you and place this company in danger." Clive looked toward Mitchell Harper for some sort of support. That proved fatal. I swear that if Mitchell Harper had a blunt object in his hands, he would have used it by now. Clive ran out of the meeting room as if his ass was on fire. Samantha looked towards her father who nodded in the direction of the now departed Clive. "I'll deal with this and send Andrias up here since it's clear she knows what she's doing." Mitch clearly wasn't in the mood to continue this meeting, but we had no choice. We all grabbed more refreshments until a harried looking woman came to the meeting room wearing a white tech coat, knocked but refused to come in until I went and opened the door for her. She was scared and clearly way out of her comfort zone. Frankie and Jodie took an arm apiece and gently got her to sit down. "Am I in trouble?" Instantly Mitch switched to father mode and in the softest voice, I have ever heard from him, he explained that she was fine and not in any trouble at all. He told her that this meeting needed her mind and she was not to be afraid to say what was on it. Andrias nodded her head, her eyes told another story. Mitch pulled the file across from where Clive had sat and asked her to read it. She put on glasses and we left her to it. After half an hour, she stopped reading and looked at me. "I don't doubt the accuracy of this document but I need some facts, can you let me talk to the person who did this assessment of the circuit board?" Jodie plugged in her laptop and within ten minutes, Andrias was talking to Marlon. I think I was the only one in the room that could keep up with what they were talking about and part of me was glad about that. Mitch was clearly not going to like what was coming next and my look towards Frankie forewarned her as well. Jodie seemed to pickup on my look and knew this didn't bode well either. The only one of us sitting there cleaning his nails and staring out the window was Tony and I had a feeling that would be an exercise he was going to regret. Andrias thanked Marlon and turned to Jodie to thank her for the access. "Sir, I need to go to the lab. The board should be out of the system by now and I have just been told how to find out if this board has a back door and if it has, how many times it was accessed." Mitch nodded his head and Andrias stood. "Just one question, before you leave my dear. How long has that board been in our system?" "Six weeks, sir." Mitchell Harper seemed to age in an instant, he thanked Andrias again and waited for her to leave before he looked at Tony. "Go back to your office. Get in touch with every head of every company we own, personally tell them that they are to close their mainframes to outside use until further notice. If any of them cry about it, I want their names and the names of their replacements on my desk." Tony quickly grabbed his un-used notepad and left. "Jesus what a fucking mess. I'm going stop inviting you over here Jack if you keep doing this to me." I felt I had to offer him something. "The person you need to thank is the person who decided to give us one of those boards to test. At least now you know, and damage control can be initiated if need be, otherwise who knows what could have happened." Mitch giggled and shook his head once again. "It was Samantha, she wasn't happy with the fact we were merging so much of our systems so quickly without the proper checks. At first, I thought she was just being over protective and just to throw her a bone, I told her to take one of the boards down to you to check. With your backing, she would have got on with it. I have to start listening to that girl more often." "It still leaves us with the question of who put it there in the first place, but at least you can eliminate any of your own people. I'm sorry Mitch, but I had to be careful as well, which is why I didn't want to discus this with you yesterday. I still had to find some of my own answers." Mitch nodded as he stood and we shook on it. All three of us were escorted to reception and we headed back to the hotel. As we stood at our hotels reception area waiting for our keys, I looked at both girls. "The temptation just to head home now would result in all three of us being too tired to do much of anything when we got back. So, shower and change and I will see you both down here in two hours for dinner, we can talk about today and get it out of our systems. Frankie, can you sort our transport back home for mid-morning tomorrow please? I don't know about you guys, but I plan to sleep in." I met them both in the lobby and all three of us headed to dinner. Once we had evaluated the salient points and worked out if anything could have been done differently, we simply talked about heading home tomorrow, as the elevator doors opened to our floor and Frankie hooked her arm into mine, I was left wondering if I had missed something. Frankie was already undressing as I closed the door to my room. Once her clothes were folded and on the seat next to the bed, she knelt on the bed and waited for me. "Jodie understood the reasons you gave for wanting to stay another evening. However, she has a high sex drive and since we're roommates and she knows I'm yours and she doesn't cheat on her husband, she asked me to stay with you tonight, so she could have phone sex with her husband. That will tide her over until tomorrow. I just smiled and shook my head as I got into bed. Frankie followed me in and got comfortable and we were still in the same position in the morning when my alarm woke me. The flight home wasn't as intensive as before. Jodie seemed more relaxed, although we still plied her with plenty of water, she did seem slightly more relaxed and we were all thankful for the lack of turbulence. ******* Jodie's husband met her at the airport and I was more than happy to let her head on home. She thanked me, but told me she still had a report to write up and wanted to bag and isolate the board Marlon had, in case the circuit board became part of a legal issue at a later date. We watched as her husband made himself comfortable in the lobby for the next couple of hours while Jodie got busy. Frankie also had her own job to do as she reminded me, when I returned from my own talk with Marlon. "Doctor Kellerman will see us both after work tonight. I outlined why I wished the meeting and he says he will hold off on a medical opinion until he has examined me." The way she was watching me, it was clear she expected me to say more. I didn't see the point; Joseph held sway on this matter. The girls' medical needs were his priority and once Frankie realized I wasn't going to comment further, she went back to work. Although I had been with the girls before, I usually kept them in their comfort zone and allowed another one of the girls to go in my place. It had been sometime since I had done this. Frankie sat down and explained in detail why she wanted Joseph to examine her and render his opinion on whether her wishes could be met. Joseph sat and listened, and then turned to look toward me. "You want me to allow this?" I didn't get a chance to answer. Frankie stood and took a step towards his desk. There was something different about Frankie as she did. "No. My Master wants you to deny me this. Know this doctor, you are unique here, three slaves trust you, three slaves come to you and you have to decide on their well being and good health. All three of us slaves accept that and know that our Master takes what you say to heart. If you say no, then he does as well. He will never go against your wishes for our health." Only now did she lean on his desk. "But know this. Yes, my Master was wrong to do what he did to my sister outside of the playroom but my sister challenged him and he had no choice. She has been punished and all but you have forgotten about it, three slaves come to you knowing you know of our lifestyle, we also forget sometimes how limited your knowledge is of that lifestyle. You have known this man for too many years to continue to hold the grudge that places a wedge between you." Joseph leaned back into his chair, his eyes glued to Frankie as she spoke. "You are a medical man, but sometimes with three slaves to look after, you forget that we need more than the medical man. What happened on your desk wasn't intended but it happened, I am a slave. Were my sisters to be here also, they would render the same statement. Stop this feud between you both, doctor and accept that we do wrong, get punished for our mistakes and we move on." Frankie stayed silent, not moving from her spot by his desk. "It goes against everything I believe in and know is right." "Then look on it as a positive and negative, don't allow your own morals to get in the way of caring for us. All three of us chose this life; we each sought out this man. Doctor, a mistake on your part could cost a patient their life, a mistake on our part will only ever cost us what you knew happened on your desk. A regrettable mistake was made, in that it should have been dealt with in the playroom. Please Doctor, don't harm years of friendship over this. Too many mistakes were made that day. Don't prolong the agony by forcing an even greater wedge into your friendship." Joseph kept his gaze on Frankie. She refused to back down. In the end, he looked at me. "She's got one hell of a persuasive way about her Jack." "I'm sure she learned it from Shannon." "Amen to that. Ok young lady drop your pants, get yourself up on the couch and assume the position." I smiled, and wondered how often he got away with wording it that way. Joseph was very thorough and after he finished told Frankie to get dressed. He washed his hands and by the time he had finished, a rather flushed looking Frankie was sitting next to me. "Does it have to be all of you using her? Not just you, Jack?" He watched me shake my head, and I suspected I knew what was coming next. Then a thought occurred to me and I asked Joseph if he wished to come to the cabin and check out the playroom. Only whatever he agreed on would be used, and would be for that night only. I think that suggestion alone, stalled his refusal to sanction the evening's activities. Frankie sensing that there was still a glimmer of hope, even offered to cook dinner while he toured the playroom and decided then. Frankie knew Joseph was hooked then, even when he asked if this was some sort of bribe. She agreed that it was and both of us laughed at her shameless antics. I met Joseph at the steps to the cabin two hours later and gave him a quick tour finally ending up at the playroom. Although Frankie shadowed me, she kept her silence. I'm not sure whether it was curiosity or professionalism but he pulled each drawer open and checked out everything inside. The smell of dinner wafted in and Frankie excused herself and left us alone as Joseph continued to check every item. "How long will it go on for?" "She will be collared about mid evening and both the girls and I will play with her until the sun comes up the next day." Joseph stood up and looked directly at me the strap on in his hands almost forgotten. "So it's not just her ass?" I smiled before shaking my head. "In a sense Joseph, it's all about her ass. But the girls and I won't allow it to be solely about her ass. She feels like she isn't complete Joseph, even though I sat her down and told her the damage that was done by the others. She understands that if you agree, this will be a one off and she can accept that, but to her it's a mental thing. She has seen me stuck in both Samantha and Reds ass at various times and she feels left out, this one time will let her know different. I think only then will she agree, that her ass is a no go zone for the rest of her life." For the first time Joseph realized something. "You don't want to do this do you?" "To be honest with you Joseph, no. Nevertheless, it's about her mental health, I treat all my girls as equal as I can. But this isn't an ideal world Joseph, Frankie came to me damaged because the bastard she was with before treated her so badly. She also knows that you have overriding say over the health of all three of them and that health is all-important to me. If you say yes then two slaves and a master will take every hole in her body until sunrise and she will know that it ends there." "And if I say no?" "Then Frankie will accept that. She may not like it, but she knows how much faith I place in your judgment and we will all get used to it. All three of us will continue to treat her as we did before this conversation started and life will go on until the next drama in our lives keeps us busy once again, but above all Joseph, she will know that from you, no will mean no." Frankie came to the playroom door and knocked once before telling us that dinner was on the table. It was clear to both of us that the good doctor was still thinking about what to do or say, I couldn't say anymore than I had already, so I left him alone to make his decision but kept him with us in our conversations that evening. After dinner, we adjourned to the couch. Frankie sat next to me her feet under her ass while the good doctor sat across from us. Even as Joseph placed his cup back on the table, the way Frankie tensed against my side made me wonder if she was sensing him. It was clear even to me that he had come to a decision. "My first instinct is to say no. However you are my patient and it's your mental state as well as your physical state I have to look after, so only if these terms can be met, I will agree that you can do this." Frankie nodded her head but said nothing, shrinking back into the couch slightly dreading the conditions before she had even heard them. "For a start, the evening of this wish of yours, I want you back in my office for a final check up. If I'm happy then you get to do this... BUT, I'm back here dead on sun up and I get you checked out and deal with your injuries right then. If I don't like what I see, you're straight into the clinic and I deal with you there." I had never seen Frankie move as fast as I did just then, one minute she was leaning against me, the next she was stuck to Joseph thanking him for allowing this. It still took a moment for both of us to get over her speed and another moment for Joseph to peel Frankie off him. "Francine, listen to me, I understand you want this, but I still have doubts and I plan to give Jack a list of things I want him to look out for. You don't get to see this list, because I wouldn't put it past you to ignore it, I know Jack won't. I will be up all that night and should he see anything that's on that list, all stops and I get here as quick as I can." She nodded her head but it was clear to both of us her mind was elsewhere, more so when she turned to me and said, "Please may I phone my sisters and tell them the good news?" Hell, all I could do, was smile and agree. She dashed into the bedroom and we could hear her talking almost instantly. Joseph watched and smiled as he too shook his head, we both walked back into the playroom and he set out six items that he was comfortable with us using on Frankie. I made a mental note and put it all back so that Frankie didn't get to look. As Joseph and I stood by his car, he looked up at the stars for a moment before looking back to me, my friend was back and I was thankful for that. "You know, I settled in this quiet backwater town thinking to myself that I could have a nice little practice and live out my life in peace. Then you turned up, with Shannon and Red in tow and decided my life wasn't interesting enough. I will forgive what you did to Red, forgetting may take a while longer." He held out his hand and we shook on it. "Let me know the date you plan to do this and I will have the list ready for you, when I see Francine." "I will. Goodnight Joseph." ******* With Samantha's busy schedule, it would be impossible to grant Frankie her wish for a couple of months yet, although she didn't seem to mind, now that Doctor Kellerman had agreed she could do it. Marci's birthday was also drawing close, so Frankie and I also decided that she would go home for a week for her Moms birthday before we started to plan six weeks on the road. Being around my sister as she tried to get Frankie married off wasn't on my list of to do's, hell even Frankie was dreading the weeks activities but her promise to me to keep the relationship with her folks going meant she was duty bound to attend events like these. Red had come in with a newspaper under her arm, she dropped it on the table folded at the page she obviously wanted me to read. By the time I had finished reading it she was already naked and making us something we could take out onto the porch and eat. With both of us sitting on the edge of the hot tub she finally spoke. "I have a confession to make my Master; please don't be angry with me." When a slave confesses anything, you can normally set your mind to spending the rest of the evening in the playroom. Burning dinner has never fallen into the confession stakes, pretty much everything else had, so I was prepared for the worst, or I should have said, I thought I was prepared for the worst. The fact that Red sat staring out towards the clearing and the access road to the lake rather than look at me was all I needed to fear the worst. "I know what you told Caroline, she told me when I decided to keep in touch with her rather than shut her out totally like I had been doing. Although we are still tentative, we are talking and that's a start. She told me that she was nominated for Best Actress two days ago, the paper makes her statement a reality." A thousand and one thoughts and questions danced in my head, each one eager to have a voice. Red chose to sit and do nothing, we both finished our meal and drinks before we slid into the hot tub and Red made herself comfortable on my lap. The need to touch and hold each other outweighed my initial anger that she had kept her conversations with Caroline a secret from me. At the end of the day, my opinion had to take a back seat, her health, both mental and physical had to be above everything else. "What do you want from me?" This time she didn't even hesitate. "You're understanding?" My body tensed and Red quickly moved her arms around my neck and buried her head into my neck. "Please my Master. Please don't, I need you now. Please don't be angry with me, I paid for what I did because I was wrong to have done such a thing and not instantly come to you and beg your forgiveness." I still sat, saying nothing and pulling oxygen into my lungs to calm myself. "Caroline Atkins was my lover; your first rule was broken when you found out her name. Had the accident never occurred, you would never have found out. I forgave her for what she did to me afterwards at the studios insistence. Please my Master, grant this slave one wish. Hold me tightly when we watch the awards ceremony." Frankie's Story Ch. 09 "Why do you wish to put yourself through this? Walk away from this, read about it in the papers the next day. Your therapist is happy with your progress. I just fear two steps back rather than a step forward." "Please be by my side, hold me as we watch her win the award, as many think she will." I couldn't deny her, she was Red. My own misgivings had to be placed in the darkest part of my mind. She felt me nod my head and even held me tighter, if that was at all possible. ******* Tonight was the night of the Academy Awards; Red had taken the evening off from the gym and handed her class to one of the other fitness instructors. Frankie was with her folks for the week and I held onto Red. It seemed that Caroline Atkins was indeed one of those nominated for the Best Actress Award for the first of the two films but was also widely tipped to win it. Red feared that once again she or the studio would stir up something. Mathew was also watching everything closely as the list dwindled toward the nominations for Best Actress. All four actresses nominated were being watched by millions when the envelope was opened and Caroline's name was read aloud. The applause was deafening and the commentator had to raise her voice to be heard. We watched as the films director leaned over and whispered something into Caroline's ear. Even the applause didn't stir her from her seat. Again, the director leaned in and said something to her, finally she nodded her head and slowly walked to the stage and the podium. She was hugged by some actor that I hadn't seen or heard from in years and actually thought he was dead, before the actor handed her the Award and the crowd slowly sat down and the applause dissipated. For some time, Caroline simply looked at the object in her hand before she sat it on the podium and looked out towards the crowd. It was then we both feared the worst. "Please don't do this." I looked at Red, her eyes locked on the person clearly looking out of place behind the podium. Finally, Caroline spoke and her voice broke as she did, she looked behind her and a stagehand came on with a glass of water. She thanked him and drank half the glass before she put the glass down and looked once again at the statue in front of her. "You know we all look on this as the pinnacle of our achievements in this industry, to be the best of our piers, even if it's just for a short time." Caroline once again picked up the statue and looked at it closely. "Please don't do this." "I should be proud as I hold this, yet to feel pride means I have to actually feel an emotion. This person standing here holding this, shouldn't even be here." The director for that night clearly knew what Caroline was going to do, and used two of the cameras in the room to gauge the emotions of the people listening to her. The director divided the screen and while keeping Caroline on one-half of the TV screen, used the other half to move from person to person in the audience. "Everyone knows of the accident on the second film and a very special person, who without a thought for her own safety protected me and kept me safe while she herself was badly injured as a result." It was almost time to go to commercial, they knew if they did that Caroline would simply leave and the millions watching would be screaming at the television company for allowing it. "Please don't do this." Red was just as transfixed as everyone else. As I held her close to me, she refused to take her eyes off the screen. "Even as the film was finished and the studio decided to give their special thanks to that one brave soul that did more in that moment of heroism and protected me as the flames engulfed her, causing third degree burns to the top half of her body." Once again, she paused, taking sips from the glass of water. The director was pleading with the television company to allow this to continue, the commercial break would destroy what was looking to be the scoop of the century. "Please don't do this." "The world woke up that day to the news that I had survived while to many, an insignificant soul, was placed in a coma to protect her sanity as her body screamed in agony that that one act of bravery had caused." As Caroline once again looked out towards the audience she spotted the live feed on one of the screens, on the other half of the same screen a woman in her fifties was dabbing a tissue to her eye. "She didn't wake up one morning and decide she wanted to be famous, her comfort zone was the other side of the cameras. She never thought that one act of saving her friends life would cost her so dearly, yet it did and she has to carry that reminder with her every waking moment." "Please don't do this." The television company bowed to the pressure of the commercials and ordered the director to count down. He had forty-five seconds and he prayed like hell that Caroline had said what she needed to say by then. Caroline held the statue up high. "This isn't mine. I'm simply up here to collect this for the person who does deserve it." The director, acting on instinct made Caroline full screen as she looked directly into the camera. "I promised I would leave you in peace, I will get this to you my friend and I thank you from the bottom of my heart for my life and I'm so desperately sorry for everything." The audience stood and to ear splitting applause, Caroline stood to one side of the podium and nodded her head towards the camera one last time before walking off. Five seconds later the station went to commercial and the director clenched his fist and screamed 'YES'. End of Chapter Nine. Frankie's Story Ch. 10 (This story interlocks with each chapter so if you come into this story other than the beginning, then you may well scratch your head at some of the comments within this chapter. I've tried to make this a glimpse into the lives and lifestyle of three people. They chose to keep there lives private, isn't it strange how life never lets that happen.) My thanks again go to Linda62953 for her editing. ******* Even as the credits wound themselves down, it felt like Red was simply winding herself up. She pulled air into her lungs just long enough to expel it again. It took her a moment but she moved to kneel on the couch facing me. "I spoke to Caroline this afternoon. She admitted that she was in the reckoning for the nomination and could well take the award, but said nothing of doing this." A great sadness crept over Red. Her shoulders seemed to slump as her eyes once again came away from the television. "Please my Master, it is now I need you, more than ever. Help me end this once and for all." Before I could speak, the phone interrupted my thoughts and out of habit, I placed it on 'speaker'. "I have already had the studio lawyers on the phone they swear that they had nothing to do with the speech that Caroline Atkins just gave." Red and I both looked at each other, what the studio gave as a promise, no longer held any weight with us anymore. Red was also still waiting for me to reply to her plea. "Mathew, I need you to do something for us. From now on, take no calls from the studio or anyone involved with this, have one of your assistants field all your calls with them and alternate between 'you are out of the office' or 'you're in a meeting'." Red gave me a hug and a whispered thank you, when she realized I was going to back her up in this. I would never leave her alone to face this she was my slave and my promise has always been to protect each of them "It's time to bring this to a close Mathew. We will get back with you in a few days time. Just keep them at arms length, until we have talked to you and caught you up to date with what we plan to do." The pause was longer this time. "I have to ask this, is what you're planning legal?" This time we both smiled. "About as legal as the things they have been doing to Red, Mathew. We will be leaving in a few hours and will keep you up to date as best we can. See you in a few days, Mathew." I terminated the call, it was clear Red had more to say. I just waited her out. "We have to do this alone. Please Jack, order my sisters away, we cannot risk the studio bringing them into this, it's not their fight. It hurts like hell to say even that, but please Jack, we must." "They will understand, they're your sisters and will stand by you." Red vigorously shook her head. "No. When we go after the studio, they may lash out and catch my sisters in the crossfire. They have clearly shown no remorse with what they have done so far. We must place them out of harms way before we do this." It was clear that Red wouldn't step back from this and I had to admit I was in agreement with her. Selling it to the girls, was going to be another matter though. Red phoned Samantha first and spoke to her. At first, she was adamant that she would stand by her sister, but between us both we talked her down and in the end, I made it an order. She reluctantly agreed with a premise that if we needed her day or night we were to call and she would come running. Frankie on the other hand was a pit-bull. She flat out refused and slammed the phone down on Red. Twice more I phoned her and she slammed the phone down on me. The third time she refused to even pick the phone up. My next call was to Joseph. He had been expecting my call after watching the awards ceremony himself. I asked him to meet us at Father Stevens' residence as soon as he could. He agreed and said he would leave as soon as he'd finished his rounds at the clinic. We both heard the car make its way along the valley road. Frankie skidded to a stop by the door and rushed into the cabin, spotting our suitcases by the door as she did. Red knelt facing Frankie. Frankie's own training made her kneel facing Red. "Don't go, we can fight this. We are a family, we are strongest together." Red leaned forward and held Frankie's hands. "My own sweet sister, I have loved you from the day I was sent here to protect you. Every day you bring me such joy." Frankie tried desperately to pull her hands away from Red. Red never gave an inch as Frankie pulled so desperately against her, finally she let go, lurched forward, and hugged her sister who then burst into tears, and agonizing sobs burst forth as both girls realized the finality of this moment. Another car pulled alongside Frankie's. Mrs. Gillins got out; she could see both girls through the open door, as she drew alongside the door she also noticed the two suitcases. "Let her go. You both have work to do and it's time for you both to leave. I have a suitcase in the trunk of my car, I will stay here with Francine until you both return and you will return because I insist on seeing all of you at my own wedding." Frankie pulled herself away from Red and rushed to Mrs. Gillins, who in turn held her close. "Make them stay, they won't listen to me, please make them stay. We are a family. We are the strongest together." It took a moment for even Mrs. Gillins to compose herself enough to hold Frankie by the arms so she could pull her away enough to look her in the eyes. "My dear sweet child, you are young yet also older than your years. They have to do this alone; it's up to us to keep all this going, so they know they have us to come back to." What she said next damned near broke all of us standing in that room. "Jack reminds me so much of my late husband. When he deployed, he told me that he knew he would return because he had someone to return to. Three times he returned and I loved that man to a standstill, although his luck ran out on his fourth deployment, I cherished every moment I had with that man and the child he gave me. You will be strong my child because they both need you to be, now give them a hug, a kiss and let them both know they have you to return to." Frankie paused as she looked so deeply into Mrs. Gillins eyes, the moistness in her own eyes as she stared back at Frankie simply reinforced the conviction she felt about what she had said to Frankie. With a gentle nod, Mrs. Gillins let her go, Frankie hugged, and kissed us both, we made it as far as the car before Frankie rushed out and attached herself to my back and wouldn't move until she extracted a promise from me that I would phone her daily. The drive to Father Stevens' residence was done with Red staring out the window, her chin on her knees and her arms wrapped around her legs. Not one word passed her lips on the journey. Joseph's car was already there, the good Father was leaning against the door watching me park. He opened Red's door and held her to him for a moment before guiding her towards the residence and sitting her in a chair before even acknowledging my presence. We talked well into the night, as one plan started to form; it was soon dispelled as either unworkable or borderline illegal. It was as I stood to head to the bathroom that I heard a comment made by Joseph. By the time I had taken a leak, the comment grew in my head. By the time I'd sat down again, the comment grew to fruition or at least to the point where we all started to chip in with ideas and iron out the details. Joseph also took it upon himself to bring something else up that we had sworn never to reveal to Red. "Jack before we go down this road you need to be completely honest with Red." The conversation between Father Stevens and Red instantly stopped. "This is a conversation for another time Joseph and I resent you bringing it up at a time like this." Joseph was having none of it and continued to stare at me. Both Red and Father Stevens were as well. Perhaps it was truth time. I just wished it were a better day to do this. "The hospital as standard practice, had to tell the medical insurance people that you were being transferred. They phoned me while I was signing the papers for your release, they believed you were receiving the best medical care at that hospital and if I moved you then they would cancel your medical insurance." I looked at Red, she was torn between wanting to explode and cry all over again. However, I continued anyway. "My heart told me that they wanted to keep you there so the studio could continue to make mileage out of you, since they had already announced the press conference. Ever since you left that hospital I have been footing to bill for your medical needs." Red shot off the chair and paced the room, alternating between cursing the studio, me and just about anything that had a pulse. Finally, Father Stevens stood in front of her and held onto her until she calmed. "He could have told me Father." "Really, answer me this my child, between the time that he took you away from Hollywood and now, when could he have sat you down and told you this without the fear that you would relapse?" Red continued to hold onto the good father as she thought about what he had just said. After a moment she shrugged her shoulders and Father Stevens let her go, Red in turn looked at me. "I will pay you back, every dime." "Do that and you'll be living with the good Father for the rest of your life." She smiled at my veiled threat, as did the good Father fortunately. As Father Stevens let her go she came and sat on my lap wrapped her arms around me and hugged me. Thanking me for being me, Red wouldn't let me get away with a shrug of my shoulders so I told her she was always welcome. ******* It was also clear that the sharks had smelled the blood in the water. Twice that evening, reporters had phoned the good Father wanting to know if he was again going to interview Red for the Chronicle. On both occasions, Father Stevens told them that he would publish an interview with Red if she felt the need to talk to him in response to Ms. Atkins remarks on TV. We knew time was running out, Red downloaded all the information Father Stevens had and we were back on the road an hour later, with a promise from Joseph that he would UPS any information we needed as soon as we could supply an address to send it to. The local reporters turned up at the door of Father Stevens' church the next morning. The good Father had been busy with his time and was already in the process of bringing out another special edition of the Saint Mary's Chronicle. In it, an 'interview' with Ms. O'Connell had stated that she had watched the awards and was indeed confused by the announcement that Ms. Atkins' award was hers. She also reminded the good Father that the accident was on the second film and this award was for her acting on the first film. In addition, she couldn't accept an award that she herself hadn't earned and so by extension, wasn't entitled to. When we sat around at Father Steven's residence, working on the wording to her so-called interview, the Father decided that a few Hail Mary's for publishing this little lie in the paper would be worth it. The reporters took their copy of the Chronicle away with them and one copy found its way to the studio. By now Red and I were exhausted and pulled into a hotel to rest, I picked up a brochure from the hotel showing the locations of all the hotels they had in their chain and I used it to plan our route to Hollywood. As we slept, Mathew and his assistants were being phoned hourly, wanting meetings with them. As instructed, Mathew kept them at arms length and the same two excuses were used for the rest of the day. When we woke, I kept my promise to Frankie and phoned her. She told me that Mrs. Gillins was now in my seat, she was now her PA and Jodie had taken over the running of personnel. It had taken half a morning for my company to get used to the new regime change. I guess spending so much time at seminars and in meetings with other businesses had got them all used to being semi-independent. We talked for awhile and Red told her that she loved her and would be back soon, I said the same and thought it best to leave it there since we were both unsure when that would be. I phoned Gordon and told him that two women were living at my home, he was to turn on the security system both inside and around my house and have it monitored day and night. Gordon quickly understood my meaning and offered to have people on the ground as well. I agreed and gave him a list of people I believed may visit; anyone else was to be challenged. Gordon's own people would have pictures of the people on that list within the hour. I may not be there, but Gordon knew I wanted them looked after. ******* Red's gym was there next target, I was told from Red that Anthony played the knuckle dragging gym rat to a tee and enjoyed every moment of it. The reporters left feeling frustrated and still at a loss, if there was a story to be had. We knew that by car, it would take us three days to get to Hollywood; we chose to make it four. We still had things to do, keeping the studio lawyers off balance being one of them. Using the brochure from the hotel we booked ahead and also sent Joseph the details of the hotel, he promised to send everything we needed on overnight UPS and it would be there when we got there. Mathew phoned us as Red drove, I placed it on speaker and Mathew told us that the studio lawyers were getting concerned and one of their people was now camped out at reception, waiting to talk to him. Red smiled when I suggested that Mathew used the fire exit to leave his office that evening. It seems they hadn't anticipated Red doing and saying nothing and that worried them, more so since she had now fallen off the grid. When we got to our hotel, we booked a small conference room so we could spread things out and not be interrupted. Red was sleeping soundly and for that I was extremely grateful, other than finger her own necklace she never let her own nerves get to her. She had faith in what her friends were doing for her and that meant everything to her. The UPS package arrived as we were going down to breakfast. I thanked reception and took it with me. It was clear Red wanted to open it, just as it was clear that I wasn't going to allow it until we had all we needed in our conference room. With breakfast finished, we grabbed all our paperwork and photos and locked ourselves in for the morning, the table was just big enough for our needs and we smiled to ourselves that we stood no chance of doing this in our room. By the end of the morning, two folders now sat on the table ready for Red to use when needed. We made copies of both and got UPS to take both onto Mathew so he would have a heads up and make his own plans for the meeting with the studio lawyers that was coming. My phone call to Frankie put Red in orbit; it seems Caroline Atkins came to my office with a reporter in tow. When Tony asked him to leave, the reporter stated freedom of the press. Tony casually mentioned that he was standing on private property and he could shoot him and make it look like and accident. The reporter knew he was being stonewalled. Caroline told him she would be fine, when security walked Caroline up to my office. Mrs. Gillins met her in the corridor along with Frankie and Jodie. All three were silent as Caroline made her practiced speech, no one moved when she tried to hand over her award. Every woman in that corridor looked on in shock when Mrs. Gillins told Caroline to take her award and shove it up her ass. When Caroline looked towards Frankie and said, "No hard feelings." Frankie said, "I personally wish you would fuck off and die, and that's said with so much feeling." I must say my driving took a hit when that came over the speaker. It burst the anger bubble that Red had surrounded herself in as well and I could see genuine tears of laughter, it took her a moment to calm and a thought occurred to me that I had a use for Frankie. The need to keep her at arms length over this, meant I had to also hide her. "Frankie, talk to Mrs. Gillins. I no longer wish to see you as you, with brown hair; a red head would be good for you for a few weeks. Also make sure the eyebrows match." The pause was obviously confusion on her part, the sound of a click as our conversation was now being shared with Mrs. Gillins. "Jack, we agreed that you would not involve Francine in this." "Two things make that impossible Mrs. Gillins. Frankie will not allow that and as confrontation becomes inevitable she would do everything in her power to make sure she was by our side. Mathew Bowden will need Frankie's abilities when he confronts the studio, Red and I trust Frankie, she is needed." We could both hear Frankie in the background; it was plain that she was already booking an appointment at the hairdresser for that evening. Mrs. Gillins knew I was right and we talked logistics until Frankie got off the phone. "It's arranged, I have the last appointment tonight, how dark a red do you wish me?" Looking at Red proved pointless she was confused since I hadn't mentioned any of this to her before hand. "A modest red Frankie not a striking red, also I want you to go shopping you will have a use for the glasses that we first see Rebecca use." The silence as Frankie took a moment to understand took longer than even I suspected, the giggle that followed showed me that she now remembered the time I was talking about. "All shall be done tonight. I look forward to seeing you both very soon." "No. Phone Gordon, at the moment, his people are looking after you both at our place. He will make the arrangements and have someone with you when you travel. You will not travel alone I won't allow that, once you have done what I asked, you cannot return to work until all this is over." "I will obey." Closing my cell simply meant that Red could ask me the one question she had held to herself all through my conversation with Frankie. "You promised that we would order my sisters away. Why?" "Mathew will need her help. I need to keep Frankie close by so I know what she's up too. You don't think for one minute that she was going to stay at home, do you? Frankie is too much like Shannon and we don't need Frankie doing a Shannon on us when all this comes to a head." Red giggled and that quickly turned into a laugh that broke the tension Red had been feeling. "Point taken, Shannon trained that girl way too well." All I could think of as I was driving was, Amen to that. ******* There was another couriered package waiting for us when we arrived at the next hotel. Red waited for me to open it yet all I did was place it into my suitcase and lock it. We once again booked a small conference room for the next morning and we caught up with Mathew. "The phone calls are almost hourly now. The lawyers still sit outside by reception despite being told, I'm not in the building. Your two files arrived this morning and I already have my people on them, what your proposing to do is both brave and suicidal at the same time." "Its nice to know I can still impress you Mathew." This time he laughed. "Hell Jack, you and the girls have done nothing but impress me every single day. How's Red holding up?" This time I looked at her and she smiled back at me. "She's doing just fine Mathew, Red is up to speed on what we sent you and we have given ourselves an extra day in case you have anything to add to this. If not then set the date and we will get this started." "Ok I will do. Like I said, I have my people looking at what you sent us. We will highlight everything that they could try and use in a court of law, but lets face it, the photo's Joseph has of Reds back when she came to the clinic would bury any of them if they tried to fight her in court on this." Frankie's Story Ch. 10 A great sadness came to Red. It was time to sever the connection with Mathew, I told him to make sure his people made both files legal tight and that we would be with him soon. My conversation with Gordon held Reds attention as we planned the route one of his people who would bring Frankie to us and the timing. It was agreed that the cabin was still the safest place for now; I would get the flight information tomorrow. It was two in the morning when my cell rang. Gordon's men had intercepted reporters heading to the cabin. They were taken back to the road and were being watched, I told him to remove both the women from the cabin. Guard Mrs. Gillins at her apartment and bring Frankie to me at the next hotel we were due at. He was to keep people at the cabin and to make it obvious they were there. Between the studio lawyers and Caroline Atkins, they had raised the stakes. It was also time to raise ours, Father Stevens was working on the Saint Mary's Chronicle when I phoned him and informed him of what had happened. He asked about the people living at the cabin and when he was told they were fine, we set about deciding how we could repay them in kind. It seems one of the reporters got on rather well with the good Father. He didn't even mind being woken at four in the morning to be told that Ms O'Connell would be more than willing to give him an interview over the phone, as long as he understood that the same interview would be in the Chronicle the next day. At first, the reporter was reluctant; he wanted an interview face to face. It seems the good Father thanked him and said he understood, and then put the phone down. Five minutes later the same reporter phoned back and had a change of mind when his editor told him to go after the story. An hour later Red and I were in the conference room of the hotel we were staying at talking to the reporter. I had checked the papers web site and did a bit of snooping of my own on the reporter, he was old school and I was impressed with some of his articles, even showing them to Red so she could get a feel of the reporter before she spoke to him. Peter Carpenter told Red straight away that this interview was being recorded. She was fine with that stating that she was doing exactly the same thing and for the next ten minutes, they chatted about all aspects of the accident and how she was feeling medically now. Red was actually impressed with how Peter dealt with the interview. The only bump in the road was when he asked her why she wouldn't give a face-to-face interview. The pause seemed to draw Peter's attention until Red told him that she was actually on her way to do an interview with a daytime chat host. When Peter pressed her on it, she refused to say which one only that the daytime interview was in two days time. The relief was noticeable from Peter Carpenter since it now gave his paper time to go to print with this interview. When asked about her more private life, Red decided that the interview was now over, she thanked Peter and asked if she could talk again with him if she felt the need to challenge any story wrote about her. Old school quickly picked up on her meaning and gave her a direct number into the newspaper that would get to him as quickly as possible. ******* I was waiting at the airport, Frankie's plane had already landed and all but the last few passengers sauntered out. My concern grew, Gordon had placed her on this flight personally, and I was also getting pissed with the person who kept bumping into me as I watched the last few stragglers. "I guess the bitch missed her flight." Shock made me look at the person who had spent the last ten minutes bumping into me and even I had to look even closer at her. This was a person I had seen naked, knew every inch of this body intimately and lived with for over a year now and yet I didn't recognize her. I was in awe over what she had done to herself. Frankie wore a baseball cap, her hair pushed out through the adjuster at the back of the cap to form a ponytail. The red was indeed a pleasant, not a screaming at you redhead and the eyebrows matched. It was a good thing I knew the carpet was lasered off some months back or the temptation would have been to see how thorough she would have been. The glasses although cosmetic did indeed change her features, the make up to give her that slightly pale look all natural redheads have was a touch of genius. "I've known you all your life and lived with you for over a year of that and I didn't recognize you. You're too good at all this, welcome to sunny Hollywood." "Your friend Gordon helped with a few tips. That man is a diamond." We hugged, her baseball cap tilted back when we did and it halted our embrace, we talked as we walked, about the journey here, the real topic didn't start until we were inside the car. The solitary piece of luggage was tossed into the back seats and forgotten about, she would need new clothes and they had to be from around here so as not to raise suspicion. "It is so good to see you my Master." I kissed her, for no other reason than I had missed her. Even Red looked twice before the confusion lifted and both girls hugged each other. "Damn girl, we may have to keep you a red head." "Please don't. I don't see me in the mirror and that freaks me out." We needed to get down to business. I got her room key and we made a show of her going into her room just so she could come through the connecting door and into our room. "Frankie the glasses are a must whenever you leave your room. You have an appointment tomorrow with the hairdresser to style your hair. Mathew is coming by later tonight to get you up to speed." "My Master, you brought me here to help yet you have told me nothing." Red placed a hand on my shoulder to stop me. Once past me, Red took Frankie by the hand and both sat on the couch. I got us all drinks as Red carefully told Frankie everything that has happened over the last few days. We then went down to the conference room we had booked for the duration of our stay and went through everything that we needed from her. She read everything in both files and the updates that Mathew had sent over. By the time she had finished Mathew phoned me to say he was in the lobby, I went and got him and his assistant. Mathew had seen Frankie before but even he had to stop for a moment to check that it was really her. "Mathew, Frankie will need clothes. I suggest your assistant and Frankie go shopping now since you will be in your office all of tomorrow." Frankie shook hands with the assistant who said she was called Tanya; we never saw either of them again for three hours. It gave Mathew time to talk to Red and finalize all the details in both files. ******* Frankie gave us a show of the clothes she had, the business suit fit perfectly, except, it showed Frankie's necklace. I was reluctant to tell her to remove it, but I could see no choice. But then again I'm a guy, Red walked up to her and undid her blouse to expose her bra, she then removed the necklace and pushed one of her tits to one side before dropping the necklace into her bra cup. Adjusted her and then let Frankie adjust for comfort before both girls smiled and looked at me. The morning papers brought on a fresh assault on Mathews office by the studio lawyers, this time demanding a meeting and going over Mathews head, to one of the senior partners. Mathew sat down with all the senior partners and went through everything he had on the case, they told him to deal with it and he had their backing. The newspapers interview with Red was on page two, a full page which was impressive, considering the length of the interview. The piece that worried the studio lawyers was the comment that Red was going to be giving an interview with one of the daily chat shows. The day of reckoning was here. Mathew sat in the meeting room with Frankie by his side as well as two other assistants. My instructions to Mathew were none negotiable, Frankie was there to help in any way she could, but he was to protect her at all costs. Between them they had worked out a set of signals that would allow Mathew to know how negotiations were going. Frankie was to remain a non-entity at all costs, the fact I had trusted him with this prize wasn't lost on him and he gave me his word in front of both girls that he would do all he could to protect her. The studio lawyers charged in and practically demanded a meeting with Red. Mathew waited for the lawyers to sit down and then handed them one of the folders. "When Ms. O'Connell goes on the chat show which will be live by the way, she will have all the pictures in that file shown on national TV, as well as every word in that file." The damning file was tossed back into the center of the table. Mathew ignored their actions and then handed them the other file. "Or Ms. O'Connell will go on national TV and say everything that is in that file. You all have just over five minutes to decide. If you choose the last one, then I will have it notarized by my friend sitting outside and in the courthouse within a few minutes." "This is blackmail." Mathew looked at Frankie out of the corner of his eye, she shook her head. This time Mathew took it personally. "Blackmail, you leaches have shown a side of our profession that in all my years I have never even come close to. What you have done to my client in the name of a fast buck for the studio has disgusted me and the judge waiting in the courthouse right now. Both of us are truly hoping that you all walk out of here without signing anything." The leader of the team was now on his own fast boil to anger. Mathew looked directly at him. "You should know better. My client deserves compensation for saving the studio's leading ladies life, yet all she got was a withdrawal of her medical expenses because she refused to be a sideshow in your client's headlong rush to break box office records for the second film. Regardless of the fact they planned to hang her out to dry in the process." Mathew made a show of looking at his watch. "You now have three minutes." Again Mathew cast a sideways glance at Frankie, who again shook her head. Mathew got real angry and started to organize his files ready to leave. "Why the fuck am I wasting my time? We both know what's going to happen, so it does make a mockery of the amount of hours you folks have been camped out at the reception desk wanting to talk to me. The show goes out live folks and I don't plan to miss any of it, so if you will excuse me." The leader of the team changed tactics and pulled a sheet of paper from a folder. "This is a signed statement from Caroline Atkins stating that she was in a sexual affair with Ms. O'Connell." Mathew didn't even look at it, just shrugged his shoulders. "So what, did their affair scare the neighbors, did it include cats, dogs, children or unicorns? Their affair was carried out in a locked apartment, between two consenting adults and the fact that you're now willing to throw your own leading lady under the same bus you're tying to toss my client under. Makes me wonder just what you really want." Another file slide across the table stopping in front of Mathew just as Frankie's own hand came to rest on his leg as he heard the man proclaim that it was a file on Ms. O'Connell's sexual activities since she has arrived in Hollywood. Mathew turned his attention to Frankie, this was something he wasn't meant to do. They had pre-arranged signals, Jack was adamant that Frankie may be part of his team but she was to remain as invisible as possible. Frankie pulled her note pad to her and scribbled on it, Mathew read it as she wrote it. He didn't challenge Frankie on what she had written, he knew of her gift and the faith Red and Jack placed in it. The room went silent as Mathew stood and walked to the door, ushering in the notary officer. They shook hands and he introduced him as Mr. Jenson, a court appointed notary, to all in the room. He even pulled out a chair out for him at the end of the table. Mathew then walked back to his own seat and pulled out two sheets of paper from a folder and walked back to once again stand to one side of Mr. Jenson. "This document consents to Ms. O'Connell getting a one time payment of twenty five million dollars plus reimbursement of all medical expenses incurred during her treatment, since the withdrawal on the insistence of the studio of her medical insurance. It also includes a total confidentiality agreement stating that Ms. O'Connell will never be spoken to again by the studio, never acknowledged and never to be contacted again in any way shape or form." Mathew then looked directly at the brunette sitting across from Mr. Jenson. "It also states that if the confidentiality agreement is broken in any way, we will make an attachment of thirty percent of the second films profits from the day it screens until the day it dies." He then slid the sheet across to the brunette and told her to sign it. The whole room went crazy. The so-called leader of the studio delegation ordered the brunette to say nothing and for Mathew to step away from his assistant. Both the brunette and Mathew seemed to be having their own staring competition until the brunette started to smile. She even held out her hand towards Mathew who then placed a pen in her hand and she signed. Once signed, she stood and told her people to leave, Mathew did the same and all but the notarizing officer sat with the documents in front of him already placing his own signature on it. "Miss McManus, I would like you to stay behind please." Frankie nodded and stood to one side as Mr. Jenson got up from his seat. Security met him at the door and accompanied him to the courthouse, the rest left in confusion and sat in the seats by the reception desk to wait for the outcome. "How did you know?" "At first I wasn't sure, the photo I have of you doesn't match what I see in front of me that's for sure. You took a risk to out me to Mr. Bowden, you love your sister a great deal Francine, of that I am now certain. It sickens me that this has got this far, Donald Stanton called me the evening of the awards, what Miss. Akins said bothered him and he asked me to check everything out." Mathew went to speak but the brunette held up her hand to stop him. "My name is Jessica Standish although you will no nothing of me I am Mr. Stanton's go to girl. I find things out that some members of the board don't feel that the CEO of the studio needs to know." "You're also his lover." Both Mathew and Jessica looked towards Frankie, Jessica flushed slightly before nodding her head. "We have been intimate with his wife's knowledge for the last six years. I choose not to defend myself Miss McManus, you yourself should understand why." Frankie understood her meaning and reddening of her own neck and cheeks showed Jessica that her own suspicions had been proved right. Jessica once again looked at Mathew. Please don't place any blame on Mr. Standish, he wasn't even in the country the day of the accident and to the best of his knowledge it was dealt with by other members of the board, it was only what Miss Atkins said and my own subsequent investigation that led him to insist I was placed on the delegation list to your office today." Both Frankie and Mathew seemed to ease up on Jessica as she told them that she was authorized to go as high as fifty million and was surprised she didn't have to go so high. Mathew explained that when they discussed compensation it was Ms. O'Connell that set the figure, he was simply abiding by his clients wishes. Jessica stood, to her this meeting was now at an end. The smile she gave to Mathew soon left her when she knew she was being watched closely by Frankie. The pair looked closely at each other. "Tell your Master this ends now, and that I'm horrified it ever got this far in the first place and offer my apologies, explain to him I personally will deal with this and there will never be a repeat." Frankie nodded her head, yet she felt the need to add. "I will try, but his faith in anyone's word in this city has taken a knock or two as is my sister's trust in your word. The agreement will be binding, my Master will see to that. Know this, you were lucky today, my Master cares for all three of us, force him to defend his slaves again and he will break all of you." Jessica nodded her head in understanding. "The documents will be filed and the studio will live up to its debt of gratitude for what Red did to save Caroline. However, you must know this Francine, we will meet again. I have already accepted my invitation to Thomas Montrose and Joan Gillins wedding." Frankie's eyes lit up. "You called her Joan?" Jessica looked on in confused by her statement. "Yes of course. She was married to my cousin, although we lost touch after the sad death of both my cousin and there son. I have been friends with Thomas for some years and when he mentioned his upcoming wedding I couldn't believe it was with Joan." Frankie watched from the steps of the building for a moment and smiled to herself at her new found knowledge, before she pulled her cell out and called Jack with the news. The Angela Martinez show never normally does live shows. But following the comments of Caroline Atkins at the awards ceremony and the phone call two days ago from Maureen O'Connell offering an exclusive interview as long as it was live and complete secrecy that she was to be interviewed right up until the last minute, the rescheduling was agreed straight away. Red came on to great applause and for the next half hour told her story and also how the studio had been a tremendous help looking after her throughout her recovery. When asked if the studio would do a third film of the franchise, would she agree to be Caroline Atkins personal trainer again? Red gave a wry smile and announced her retirement from both her business which she planned to put up for sale and Hollywood altogether. "I'm saving my energies for running after my children from now on. Its time this woman settled down and became a hot mom rather than a hot personal trainer." The audience went wild. As the credits rolled, Angela hugged Red and wished her well. ******* I turned the TV off and looked out the hotel window, breathing a small sigh of relief as I did. Frankie had called me ten minutes before the show went live with the news and was already on her way back here. As a surprise, I already had her booked into the hotels salon so that they could do their best to remove her disguise. Mathew phoned me as well, it seems he has a date this evening and would meet me in the morning before our plane leaves. Although Frankie did make it back before Red, I had her downstairs and in the salon before she was even out of her business suit. I got no complaints from Frankie, I also phoned Mrs. Gillins with the news, she and Jodie had watched the show and had gathered that all had gone well. I leaned on my friendship with Mitch Harper and asked a favor. I was reluctant to do it since I didn't want to disturb Samantha's routine, Mitch told me that we were even and he would make the necessary plans. Father Steven's would of course expect a last interview with Red and I'm sure she wouldn't hesitate; Joseph was pleased with the outcome and told me his check had better not bounce. Although the temptation was to have room service, we all felt the need to dress up and be waited on. Red was a celebrity in the hotel restaurant and many folks came over to our table to tell Red they thought she was a true hero and wished her well on her future parenting. It unnerved us all and reminded us why we liked our anonymity. Even the plane ride back home Red got the full plush carpet treatment, putting out the nose of some teen pop singer who was on the same plane. Frankie's Story Ch. 10 I had forewarned Red of what was going on when we got back to the cabin, Frankie picked up on the happy thoughts but didn't want a repeat of the telling off she got from Red and I when she went looking for answers, so kept her own council. The rental parked next to Doctor Kellerman's car put her on the alert though. Red and I intentionally left our two bags in the car. I told Frankie to kneel the second she was inside the cabin. Her cheeks flushed slightly when she was confronted by Joseph and Samantha waiting for us, but she did as she was told. The leather collar now in Red's hands as she came out of the playroom didn't go un-noticed by her either. "You will shower alone. You have seven minutes, after that you will be checked once more by Joseph and he will decide on tonight's activities, you either get your wish or we phone out for pizza." The tears in her eyes did little to hide the swell of her chest and the smile she had proved epidemic around the room. We all heard the, "Yes Master," before she was once again up and running to our room to shower. When Joseph heard the shower finish he was waiting for Frankie in our room. "Let me guess, climb on and assume the position." Joseph laughed, we heard him clear across the cabin, I had put the hot tub on for later and Samantha made us drinks. I had Red in the playroom putting out all the toys we would be allowed to use on Frankie if he gave his permission, the scream of 'yes... Shit yes' was a give away and Red nodded her head and moved the things next to the X-frame ready for us to use while we are in the play room. As Joseph came out of our room, Samantha brushed passed him and climbed onto the bed before Frankie had a chance to move from her examination. He watched as Samantha switched a small vibrator on full, spat on Frankie's pussy and pushed the vibrator into her. Her finger sank down to the first knuckle before she finished. Frankie exhaled as it went in and arched her back as Samantha forced her ass cheeks together. Joseph actually blushed as he came up to me, the smile still on his face. "I'm going home and have dinner. I may even get lucky tonight and get a little loving from my wife. I have some papers I need to work on. You have my number, I know I'm preaching to the converted here Jack, but just go easy. Use lubricant by the bucket load and have fun. I will see you all at sun up, one of you had better have breakfast ready for me as well." As we shook hands goodbye and I watched my friend drive home, the sound of Frankie having her first orgasm ripped through the cabin. It wasn't until Red swung by the hot tub ten minutes later that I knew it was time. "Well she's as relaxed as we can get her. She's still tense that she will bleed and you will stop but that's for her body to decide not her mind." Red held out a towel for me and I dried as we walked into the playroom. Frankie was laying down on the table her legs draped over the edge. Both girls were still panting from their last activities; the smiles grew as I approached. "I choose to do this here in the playroom so you will get your wish in more ways than one." It was clear her gift wasn't working if her look of confusion was anything to go by. She watched as Samantha moved away from her and knelt in front of my already semi erection, her mouth opened and her tongue went under my cock. As her tongue went back, her head moved forward until her nose touched my groin area, Samantha's eyes were her smile, her lips locked around me and her tongue once again went into action to get me even harder. "Fuck that looked hot. I want to try that." Frankie's hand had already gone to her own pussy as she sat on the edge of the table watching the action with Red by her side. "Not tonight you won't, sister this is my night. Do you get the feeling you and I should have a talk with our sister later, what other secrets does she hold in her head?" I could feel Samantha giggle around my cock as she listened to the girls talk about her. Once her task was done to her total satisfaction she pulled away and announced that I was ready. Red and Samantha went either side of Frankie and allowed her to rest against them as they both grabbed a leg each and held it away from her body. All three girls had and uninterrupted view of Frankie's blood engorged pussy lips and puckered ass. Still trying to keep Frankie relaxed Samantha just couldn't resist saying. "Now how often do you get to see a view like that unless it's attached to one of us?" The girls giggled and didn't stop until the KY slid into Frankie's ass; she breathed in quickly and tensed for a second. "Ok, which one of you bitches wants her ass-slapping for not warming that shit up before our Master did that." Frankie wasn't in a position to see both girls smile at each other. It was left to Red to say, "Oh stop your whining and take it like a slave." The giggling stopped as I placed my hands on Frankie's waist. The head of my cock rested against her hole. Our eyes locked on one another and with a gentle nod of her head, she breathed in and out once before that thousand-watt smile burst forth. "I am yours and have been since that day I came to you and confessed both who and what I am. Today I feel whole, today I am slave, and I love you more than I should because love doesn't know boundaries like the one that binds us. Thank you so much, my Master." The head of my cock met resistance for a second, all three girls watched both my intrusion into Frankie's ass and her hand going to her clit to rub it. I stopped and slapped her hand, her stomach tightened for a moment and she moved her hand away, confused by my actions. "Understanding what you were about to do and not allowing it is something foreign to me. This is going to happen, I'm going to take my slaves ass and you are going to watch, accept the pain this time slave just as you are going to remember this whole evening for the rest of your life." Although I aimed what I said at Frankie, all three nodded their heads. Sometimes this bond they have with each other scares even me. Another inch went into her ass she exhaled again and although she tried to keep her eyes on me, she kept looking down at what was left to go into her ass. Frankie truly was on sensory as well as visual overload. It was only when skin met skin did she finally relax and looked up at both her sisters, pride burst forth from within her as both her sisters smiled back at her. "Thank you my sisters for giving me this view, but I need to lay down now so my Master can fuck the shit out of me. I am whole now and equal amongst you and I feel so loved by you all." As both girls gently let her rest once again on the table and her legs came to rest against my shoulders, Samantha leaned in and kissed Frankie, I pulled back an inch to allow Red to go after Frankie's clit, the slurping I could hear at this end, muffled the moan Frankie gave out, stopping at the connection Frankie had with Samantha. Frankie was wrong about one thing, I had no intention of 'fucking the shit out of her' although she was never going to know it, this evening her ass was going to be an invite to each of us once. Every other hole in her body was free for us all to use as often as we chose too. But the respect we all had for the damage to her ass by her past master wanting to see her service two masters and two mistresses at the same time and then her last master neglecting to fix the damage when Randy left her to bleed. We all loved this girl and no harm like that was ever going to come to her, tonight she got her wish, but it had to be on fair terms. Samantha dove onto Frankie's nipple. The familiar click and snapping shut of the handcuff that attached her right arm to the table was met with the same happening on the left hand side as Samantha quickly locked her in as well. Both tormented and teased her tits and alternated between rubbing her soaked clit individually and together. The invasion both bodily and sensually, quickly sent Frankie once again plunging head first into her orgasm, her pelvic arched and both girls knowing my intention quickly moved their hands away as mine swiped her pussy. The scream that followed as pain chased pleasure up her spinal cord and shot through her brain like a bullet setting light to every synapses in her, made her want to arch her pelvic bones once again, only to once again be met by my hand. The girls changed tactics, I think more to save their hearing than anything, and Red tilted her head when Samantha came up for air and both moved down Frankie's body. Samantha kept Frankie's body guessing as she alternated between rubbing her clit, running the palm of her hand over it and pinching that treasured source of pleasure. Red waiting for me to move back before she went in after the vibrator that Samantha had pushed into her. "Oh God... Oh fucking shiiiitttt..." All three of us watched as Frankie squirted for the very first time all over Reds hand. Red paused for a moment before going back and finishing her task, Frankie tried everything she could to force her own body down and keep Reds hand in there. Red quickly figured out what she was going to do and pulled her hand out shoving her fingers into Frankie's mouth for her to lick. "Clean this, my sister and taste you. Know you did this and know we are all going after more as well." She sucked on Reds hand like a newborn to a mother's teat. I had to pull back another inch as Samantha went down on her and didn't come up for air until Frankie started to buck her hips once again. I grabbed a handful of Samantha's hair, pulled her away as I slammed back into her, and devoured as much of Samantha's face as my lips could get around. We knew that night, well three of us knew and I'm almost sure the other one sensed it. There was only going to be one rule, we each got a go in Frankie's ass and as I pulled back to force myself into her one last time the visual and sensual parts of my brain told me that it could hold back no more. My cock gave its final goodbye and erupted inside Frankie with as much as my body could give it. Frankie twisted her head away and Reds hand came free as she screamed one last time with my cock still flooding her insides. The snap of the cuffs now allowing her the freedom she craved, Frankie lurched up from the table and swung her arms around me. The sudden movement pulling my cock out of her ass, my cum now leaking onto the table as she sobbed into my chest. "This slave begged you to take what is yours by right and you did. Thank you so much, my heart is so full of joy for what you did for me and what will happen the rest of this evening, thank you so much my love." Red took the lead; I scooped Frankie into my arms and out of the playroom, dropped her onto the bed. The girls were on her before she managed to bounce back up. Red was already attached to her ass, Samantha was in the process of straddling her shoulders and dropping her own pussy onto Frankie's face, her hands reached out for the headboard for support and to give her sister some air between forcing her pussy into her face. Knowing that Frankie squirted, turned into a game for the girls and they wanted more from her. Being more practical, I went and got us all bottles of water so we could keep Frankie hydrated. Both girls took their time with Frankie that evening, when they both climbed off the sweating panting smiling heap on the bed still held out her arms for me to slide back into. Only this time I made love to her, the collar an odd contradiction to what we were doing, yet we each touched, kissed and yielded our bodies to each other. She was still a sexual dynamo and I was grateful the girls had at least taken the edge off of her. The last orgasm I heard from the cabin was around two in the morning. Both girls came out and slid into the hot tub. The glow was still on them, I could smell all three of them on each of the girls and I smiled. "We took pity on her; she curled up and gave a whimper ten minutes ago. We both got her ass and made her watch as we did, something tells me she will want to go after ours at a later date so we may have woken a monster there. She bled slightly when I pulled out of her so I put a pad in her panties and she's sleeping with a collar and panties on." I nodded to Red and thanked them both for helping me grant Frankie's wish. Looking at Samantha, it was clear she had enjoyed this evenings activities, just as I know she would have questions. "I broke a promise to you and I owe you. To do what Frankie asked of me, I had to intrude on Samantha the business woman, it was agreed when you first came to me that that would never happen." Samantha just shrugged her shoulders and drank from her bottle of water before placing it back on the tray. "This slave knows that our life can never run according to any plan such as my promise to you all that should I be needed I would always be here for you all. This slave is at peace as is Samantha; you have taught us well Master, fear not, she enjoyed herself just as much as my sister and I." True to his word, Joseph Kellerman turned up at sunrise and breakfast was ready for him by the time he had finished examining an exhausted Frankie. He left two hours later once he had checked her once more; we took the leather collar off and left her to sleep in. The girls had finished cleaning the things we were allowed to use on her and had just put them back when Frankie came out of the bedroom, a little wobbly on her legs but the smile a give away. Frankie knew, she still understood I had to say it out loud. "That's the first and last time slave. From this day on, your ass is off limits to all of us unless you cross the line and have to be punished." Red and Samantha joined her and helped her to a seat at the kitchen table, for such a long time she said nothing other than a nod when I spoke. By the time that her breakfast was eaten and more water entered her body, her mind gave way to a thought that grew within her, until she felt a need to speak. "This slave understands and will do everything in her power to make sure that line is never crossed. This slave loves you all and thanks you for a memorable night." It was then that evil grin grew within her. "This slave begs her Master, tonight, can we see if my sisters squirt as they seem to have found out I can." The roar of laughter never left that table that morning and we did indeed experiment with both girls and it seems Frankie is once again unique, but then again aren't all three of them in one way or another. ******* The phone call from Marlon was expected I suppose, that damn girl was just as good at her job as Mrs. Gillins was. It's been just over three months since Mrs. Gillins wedding and eight months since Red did her TV interview on the Angela Martinez show. I figured I had about four minutes to decide what to do with Frankie, she sensed me looking at her and looked up and smiled back. Perhaps it was time to finish this, I just didn't think it would be Jodie. Since the door was already open, Jodie came in and closed it. Frankie looked on in confusion, stopping what she was working on, giving Jodie her full attention, even though Jodie was sitting across from me. "Where is it?" "It's safe." "You knew that it was tagged as evidence in case it was needed." "Oh it was needed all right." I seemed to push Jodie's buttons with that comment. "Why, you yourself warned us about it you wanted nothing to do with it, why did you take it?" Before I answered her, I looked once again at Frankie. Even doing that gave my mind no relief from the events of that day, I had suspected many times that she knew, like she told us once. Her gift was something that couldn't be turned off. I often wondered if the secrets in her head equaled the amount I had in mine. Coffee came first and since Jodie knew my habits, it didn't send her on a fast boil. Jodie was right about something, I guess when we held our interview she felt she needed to be totally honest with me. She was just a younger version of Mrs. Gillins, except with a little more attitude. So, as I once again sat in my chair, my mind wound itself back to the events leading up to the confrontation with the studio. I told Jodie that I had little faith in the studio even though I was willing to go along with everything that Mathew, Red and Frankie were doing. Talking to Marlon and getting the circuit board out of the secure store was easy, since it was his signature that put it there. Marlon sent it onto me via one of Gordon's people. I needed Frankie on Mathew's team partly to help him since we all knew of her abilities. So once I insisted Frankie was on board, it was pretty much a done deal. The morning of the confrontation, when Red went off to the studio and Frankie went into the office with Mathew, one of Gordon's people got me access into the studio complex. She gained me the time I needed to install the board into the studio's mainframe and we left. Frankie had two orders that day. To help Mathew to the best of her ability and if the negotiations went badly she was to phone me first. I'm sure Jodie's mind raced to the same conclusion at about the same speed as Frankie's. Frankie knew silence was her option and used it, letting Jodie have the end game. "You don't think for one minute that I would allow any of my girls to destroy their lives on national TV do you? Red needed to think she had that option, she never did. I had one of Gordon's people at the Angela Martinez show waiting, ready to pull the plug on my phone call." "If Frankie had phoned me and told me that the studio had called Mathew's bluff, I was going to burn the studio down around them. I would have opened the back door into their mainframe and sent every dirty little secret the studio has to every national newspaper and TV news station in the country. The studio's hunger for publicity would have been their own undoing." Jodie took a moment to absorb the implications of what I had just said. "So where is it now?" "A week after Red got her money and a written apology from the board of directors for the way she had been treated and another promise that if she did indeed sell her company they would still use her company under new management, Gordon and a couple of his people helped me retrieve the board. I do have to say it was a lot more difficult getting it out than putting it in." She paused, it was clear Jodie was going to say something; her mind went over what I had just said. "You didn't answer my question." This time I looked at my watch and tried so damned hard, when I looked over at Frankie she was smiling for me when she nodded her head we both knew what I was going to say. This time I put my coffee down and looked directly at Jodie. "My dear Jodie, it's in the secure store where it's always been. Go check if you don't believe me." Her eyes narrowed slightly as she looked even closer at me. "And if I check the log it was never signed out and it's always been there, just where I left it when I personally placed it there with Marlon in attendance, hasn't it?" I nodded my head before adding, "I sure hope so, what's the point of having a secure store, if people keep taking things from it without signing for them." After a while, she smiled one of her knowing smiles and stood to leave. "Mrs. Gillins was right all along you know. She said this was a fun place to work and that there was always something to keep your mind active. I guess I had better get back to work, it seems accounts have now allocated me the funds for an assistant and I have to go down to the secretary pool to find mine, any chance I can have yours?" The word NO rang out from both Frankie and I as Jodie walked out of my office giggling all the way down the corridor. Frankie's Story Ch. 10 Mrs. Gillins had chosen wisely, I had faith that Jodie would as well. The pit fall of being the boss was that I needed a foil, someone who would urge caution if I couldn't see the damage an action that I may take would do. Mrs. Gillins knew that from the very start and between us, we built a company that would survive in any climate. Jodie was on the way there, she still lacked some of the experience but she was quickly moving into her roll. Red had foreseen that same problem with me as we sat in the canteen back in college oh so many years ago and was my foil in our private lives. Ultimate power can corrupt and Red took on the mantle she holds within our family even now, our family is strong because we each contribute to it. "You asked me to remind you that Samantha has her scan at three." Those same thoughts I had been having were simply highlighted by the woman that sat across from me. Frankie was with Red when Joseph sat her down and told her the high risks she would have of a healthy baby at her age. Red felt she had left motherhood too late until all the girls got together. Without my knowledge all three had went back to Joseph with a plan and him being their family doctor he had no choice but to listen and tell me nothing. Frankie was the architect in all this; she knew children between us was never going to happen. That didn't stop her from getting together with her sisters offering a plan to suit everyone's needs. At first, I refused. Ever been ganged up on by three slaves? The word Master gets forgotten real quick when that unstoppable force has no intention of stopping for any immovable object. I caved as I suspected they all knew I would, because it kept my girls happy. Samantha had no intention of ever being a mother. Her goal has always been her fathers company. Red took the injections to increase her egg production. Then she donated her eggs and the good doctor brought in the best people to check them out while I supplied the sperm. They were going for 'in vitro' fertilization. They would place the eggs in a Petri dish, add the sperm and wait for an embryo to form. Then, they would implant the embryos into Samantha's uterus, to see if any became viable. It had worked. Samantha was pregnant. It was time to tell her parents. Samantha sat her folks down and told them what she had planned and before they could object, she also told them that she had no intention of ever having any children of her own. I sometimes think Samantha gambled with her own future the day she sat down with Mitchell and Peggy-Sue Harper. She told both her folks that they should take advantage of the situation, think of Red's children as their own grandchildren and spoil them as much as all four of us were going to do. She has taken a year off and became Red's womb. It seems Red is going to have twins, Samantha will have children and let Red do all the work, well that's how she tells it to us anyway. Not to be left out, Frankie took over the cabin, the conversions are on schedule and will be finished next week. Two extra rooms have been added and some of the original rooms have been baby proofed. As for me, the fear that Samantha will go the same way as Shannon, will never leave me until I get to hold her in my arms after she gives birth, no matter how many times she sits on my lap and tells me everything will be fine. I care for my girls and the day I don't, will be the day I close my eyes for the final time. * Sadly... The End. Frankie's Story It still took her some time to get some sleep, the storm had moved along the valley some time ago, it was her breathing that gave her away. Finally that changed and I was left to my own thoughts and the sight of that tattoo in my mind on her back once again. The sunshine through the window both woke me and once again reminded me why I wasn't a morning person, as I opened my eyes, a figure drifted across my still blurred vision and it took me a second to focus and remember that Frankie had slept here. When I fully opened my eyes she was sitting on her legs, it was plain to see she had been crying, when she noticed me awake she wiped her hand across her cheek, her hand then went back to her thigh. "I instigated the argument with Mom. I wasn't expecting Dad to take sides, he usually never does. That's why I came here, you gave me conditions to stay here and I accepted them, but I'm asking you to please give me a day or two. I need to get it all right in my head before we talk about it again. Please do this one thing for me." Something was bothering her and even her asking that little of me made me realize this was more than just a bump in the road between my niece and her mom. "If I accept what you say will you tell me everything, and that includes the tattoo?" For a moment Frankie stiffened and then nodded her head. In return I nodded mine and Frankie gave me one of those thousand watt smiles of hers. ******* For the next three days I had my niece back. The storm never returned and Frankie slept in her own room. I always thought I was an early bird but she always seemed to have breakfast made and the smell as it wafted into my room pulling me out of the shower. Our time was spent mostly between the cabin, the porch or the hot tub and although we covered many conversations, by mutual agreement there was one topic we skipped around. Even when she slid into the hot tub and I could clearly see the top half of that tattoo over her bathing costume I kept my mouth shut and that was the hardest part of agreeing to this. Frankie saw me looking at her sometimes, she knew what I was looking at and would always come over and give me a hug before saying 'soon' or 'thank you' I'm not sure if I had ever seen her happier than the last three days and I will admit to enjoying her company. Frankie did get smart about one thing, if she wore her bathing costume she would always put a tee shirt on over it, the shirt only came off when she was just about to get into the hot tub and it was always the first thing that went on as soon as she got out again. It was the back half of that particular afternoon I caught on to something else, she had been watching the sun as it made its way towards the mountains and although she tried to remain in good spirits, it was plain to see she was getting agitated. Frankie found me at the kitchen table; she sat across from me and waited. I put my cup down and sat back, watching her. "Thank you once again for trusting in me. But I need something from you before we start. I need you to trust me one more time. You said that all I had to do is take that key to the barn and you would all but disown me." Nodding my head seemed to be the only thing I could think to do. She thought for a moment before looking at me once again. "I need something from my car, I know once I explain everything to you things will get intense around here. Please let me get what I need from my car before I tell you everything." I nodded my head and lent back on the table, enjoying my coffee. Frankie stood, took the key and disappeared out the back door. I had barely placed my cup back on the table when a panting Frankie came back and put the key back on the hook. She again sat across from me, beads of sweat glistened over her forehead, highlighted by the last rays of the sun as it seeped through the kitchen window, she was clearly out of breath. "You don't think I was going to leave you wondering did you. I ran both ways, oh and did you know you left my car keys in the ignition, someone could have stolen my car." With that she tossed her car keys onto the table and I picked them up and placed them on the hook along with the key to the barn. "It's time, Frankie." A cloud seemed to fall over Frankie at that moment and she nodded in agreement with me. For a time all she did was pace the kitchen, occasionally she would cross her arms only to realize what she was doing and put her arms down. Then she stopped and looked at me, her eyes all puffy and close to tearing up once again. "Gran told me once that you were an 'oops baby'. You weren't planned but since you were here they made you welcome. Even though their energies were channeled towards Dad you kept surprising them, he got straight A's all through school and college. You were good with your hands and the internet came into it's own around then." I had to admit I did smile at that term. Mom had made no secret that I was unexpected hence the 'oops' part. I had got used to the term, it never bothered me and I didn't even realize that Mom had told Frankie any of this. "Dad went to the big schools while you locked yourself in your room with your computer. Dad joined the big law firm while you became the geek who had the audacity to try and follow in his footsteps." Frankie sat down, I knew she wouldn't stay sat for long. She just wanted to emphasize something, even leaning across the table to do it, looking directly into my eyes when she did so. "None of them figured it out, did they Uncle Jack?" When she noticed I would not be forthcoming with any information. Frankie told me that she knew that while Daddy was out there climbing the corporate ladder trying to eventually make partner in his law firm. I had already sold one dot com company and at nineteen years old and still at college my net worth was more than her Daddy's and Granddads put together. It was time for Frankie to once again pace the kitchen. To be honest, I admired her knowledge and I still wondered how she found this much out, it wasn't until she opened her mouth that I realized she knew even more than that. "So Daddy married the socialite, my Mom, and between them decided that children weren't for them." She looked directly at me and said. "Yes Uncle Jack, I'm an 'oops baby' as well." My heart went out to her. I had known nothing of this yet she had it thrust upon her. "When did you find out?" Was my only question. It was then I got a little giggle from Frankie. "That would have been my eighteenth birthday. Mommy commented on the fact that even though I was an accident they hadn't done too badly out of the deal." Something didn't seem right, yes it was around the time she went off the rails but Frankie had always been mentally strong enough to find out about being an 'oops baby'. Both Shannon and I had noticed she was a little distracted at her birthday party, but her mood was still upbeat and she soon got into the swing of things when the party really got started. I went back to my coffee; my niece was now getting to the point. "About a week after my birthday I told Mom I was going to visit Cassandra for a few days. It was when I was about halfway there that my friend called me and said she had a bit of a family emergency and she needed to cancel, that wasn't much of a problem since I was now on the road and you were just under an hour away so I came here." Something nagged at me about what she had said. Marci and Shannon had an understanding, if my niece was ever going to visit Marci always called ahead. But for the life of me I don't remember that visit, then it dawned on me, I was in Houston four days after the birthday party and didn't get home for another ten days. Something else came to mind and all I thought was 'oh shit.' Frankie once again leaned on the kitchen table watching me closely. "I went through the cabin and looked out onto the porch, I spotted Aunt Shannon in the hot tub so I came out and joined her. To say she freaked would be an understatement. I've seen Aunt Shannon naked before when we changed into costumes for the hot tub so I couldn't see the problem, she tried everything to get me to leave or even go into the cabin so she could get out. I knew she was hiding something and I wanted to know what it was." So now I finally knew, yet in three years she had never confronted me with any of this. My own thoughts got put on hold as she went on. "Eventually Aunt Shannon gave up and stood up in the hot tub and then got out. Twelve Uncle Jack, twelve black and blue bruises on the body of the woman you love. Of course Aunt Shannon wanted me to sit down so she could explain, by then I was already heading into the cabin for the phone to report you to the police." Frankie seemed to flush slightly, looked down and her eyes misted at the memories of that day. My poor niece had a lot thrust on her over the course of a couple of days. "As you can gather I never made it to the phone, Aunt Shannon pushed me to the ground and sat on me." Our eyes locked on each other and we both laughed, now that I would have paid to see. I made us both something to eat and we took it out on the porch. Frankie needed to regroup and the picture of a naked Shannon sat on our niece's chest just wouldn't go away either. "I grew up that day Uncle Jack, I learned what a submissive is, I learned of my Aunt's need for pain and how that pain kept her comfortable with you being away from her for days at a time. How she looked at those bruises every day and watched them fade and smiled knowing that as they faded you were one day closer to being back with her. When she finally got off my chest I learned so much more about your relationship. She showed me the play room, although she wouldn't let me touch anything in there." It was the sudden way she stopped talking that made me look at her. Although she was looking out towards the valley beyond I could see her crying. We both sat and waited but with the sun all but down and the evening chill now in the air, we returned to the kitchen in silence. When Frankie was ready she would continue. I never realized just how even this much had taken a toll on her. "Over the course of the next year I got into the habit of coming here as much when you were here than when you weren't. Aunt Shannon knew why and warned me of the consequences. I refused to listen, I think by then I loved my Aunt more than I had ever loved my Mom. She taught me so much Uncle Jack, but only because I kept pushing her to and was forever asking questions." Shannon had told me none of this and I must admit to feeling in unfamiliar territory. We shared everything in our lives yet for some reason my own wife kept something as important as this from me. My misgivings and soon disbelief slowly intensified as Frankie continued to talk. "Over the year Aunt Shannon told me how she could be her own woman yet submissive to the right man and she emphasized that point all too well." It was then she caught me looking at the locked room in the corner, a small smile danced across her lips as she did. She even winked at me when she knew I had been caught. "We talked about rope play, the times you tide her to the X-frame and what you two would do and sometimes she would even bring an item from that very room and explain what it was called and even how it was used." It was also then her face darkened for a moment, the arms were crossed and the pacing of the kitchen once again began. "Aunt Shannon phoned me once while you were away and asked me to come over. It was the first time she had even done that and I must have busted a few speeding laws to get here. She told me that she could no longer hide the conversations we had from you." For the first time Frankie looked so intensely at me, the pain deeply etched on her face. "She knew Uncle Jack that she should have told you the very day you returned from your visit to Houston. I was prepared for that, but it was her choice not to. I can't tell you why because she simply never told me when I asked her. When I got here she gave me two choices, to stop coming here when you were not here or she would tell you everything, more so now that you had both found out she was pregnant. As you can gather, I stopped." My attention was totally drawn to what she was saying, by now Frankie had sat on her chair, her arms still crossed as she tried as best she could to gain some comfort from holding onto herself. Slowly she began to rock back and forth every now and then she would wince as a painful memory forced itself to the front of her mind. "Two things happened in quick succession a little while after that. I was now in a relationship and spending less time here with you two, or my folks for that matter. The second was Aunt Shannon dying in childbirth." By now Frankie's head slumped forward and she burst into tears. I got up and pulled her from her chair as pain racked sobs just seemed to burst forth from her. What she had told me so far was hard enough on her. Simply letting her continue in the state she was now in was just too much. Both of us needed time apart, to absorb what had been said and the implications as well. I picked Frankie up and carried her to her room almost as soon as her body touched the bed she curled up into a fetal position and simply laid there. Even though I sat with her for a few minutes it was plain to see that mentally she was exhausted, the tears still misted her eyes and drew their own little river down her cheeks. Only silence came from her. I kissed her forehead pulled her blanket up along her body and left the room. Even the minor chores like cleaning up the remnants of our day and the washing up was done halfheartedly. Switching all the lights off and slipping into bed was a fruitless exercise to be honest. The full moon outside allowed me to do little more than stare at the ceiling as my mind once again replayed everything that Frankie had said so far. Finding out that my own wife had introduced Frankie to our lifestyle when we had both gone to great lengths to keep it from both our families was hard enough. I understood that at the time she had no choice and a small smile once again lightened my mood as the vision of a naked dripping wet Shannon sat on Frankie's chest and refusing to move as she told her of our lifestyle did lighten my thoughts for a moment. But the fact that Shannon continued to keep this from me even when I returned from my trip and over the course of eighteen months continued to tell Frankie other aspects of our lifestyle was a dangerous path. I'm sure she had her reasons I just wished she had shared them with me when she was alive, being hit sideways with this was something I simply wasn't prepared for. The click of my bedroom door and Frankie walking in was I suppose something I half expected. She must have been feeling incredibly vulnerable right now and sleeping alone had proved to be too much for her. Instinctively I checked and she was wearing a tee shirt, as I pulled the covers back and without a word she climbed in and snuggled in as close as she could. It was still a few minutes before my niece found sleep, mine took a few hours longer to find. ******* Frankie had gone when I woke. The sound of activity in the kitchen and the smell of breakfast soon let me know where she was and a quick shower brought me out of my room and sat at the table as she served. It was clear to see that yesterday had taken its toll on her, the dark circles around her eyes only highlighted the redness within them. "Do you want to leave the rest for a few days? It's plain to see this has been difficult on you." My niece took a moment to think about my question. She even looked at me trying to decide herself what to do. I was ready to settle on a nod of her head. Then she said. "Can we leave it until this afternoon please? I never realized until last night just how much there was to tell you." I saw no reason to push her so I agreed and after breakfast we went out onto the porch and ignored the elephant sitting in the corner. It was even Frankie that suggested some time in the hot tub, she almost skipped to her room when I agreed and went over and turned it on, leaving it to warm for a few minutes while I made drinks and came back out. Frankie was already in her bathing costume, sat on the edge of the hot tub dangling her feet into it, the top half of that tattoo visible above her costume. Knowing every detail I could even see it all with my eyes closed, two cherubs resting against each other, both looking down at a piece of ribbon beneath them and the names of Shannon and our daughter Angel inscribed within it. To me it would always be a gentle reminder of my wife and our daughter, I knew it was there so having it on my shoulder was to me the best place for it. In my heart they would always both be sat on my shoulder yet seeing Frankie with exactly the same tattoo only much bigger obviously showed that it meant even more to her. When Frankie saw me she went into the hot tub and sat down, but the reminder was already there. "Daddy doesn't know you own the valley, does he?" "No and I never saw a reason to tell him, your Father has always been the competitive type in the family, I suppose he inherited that from your Granddad." I said. "You two are chalk and cheese when you think about it Uncle Jack, that mansion we rattle around in was a must for all those back stabbing social climbers and Daddy's work colleges we entertain on an almost monthly basis." I had to smile, heck she even got a small chuckle out of me before she continued. "We both know what Mom and Dad think of you. To them you are a geek who works as some computer techie for some company. They don't even know you own the company, do they? The patents you hold via your company mean you don't ever have to work a day in your life yet you do. I even like the way you managed to keep yourself out of the Forbes rich list because you know Daddy reads stuff like that." Blushing once again this young lady knew more about me than most and it was just a little unsettling. "I like to think of myself as grounded." I said. I think Frankie would have bent double laughing if it wasn't for the fact the water in the hot tub was chest deep since we were both sat down. "Aunt Shannon said the same thing, she told me once that when she actually found out what your worth was she simply couldn't understand why you were with her and not off with some super model or some silicone enhanced Barbie doll." My answer was heartfelt. "Your Aunt Shannon made my life complete in every way just as I made hers. Neither one of us had a need to look elsewhere from the day we met. I wore my wedding ring with pride and I loved her more each day. To many that may sound corny but that was us and we were happy with what we were and our lives." Frankie took a deep breath, as though what she was going to say next may pain me. "You never signed a pre-nup when you married, why?" What she asked didn't pain me, Shannon had asked me the same question just before we married I gave Frankie the same answer I gave her then. "The day I sat next to your Aunt at college I knew in my heart that she was the one I would spend my life with, on our first date she warned me that some would regard her as not normal. I looked her square in the eyes and told her I wasn't either. Our lives became more interwoven from then on." We both sat with our own thoughts for such a long while. Eventually Frankie got up from the hot tub and with a towel wrapped around her walked back into the cabin. There was a term my niece had used concerning my brother and me, we were chalk and cheese. In my eyes my brother and I had never been competitive, the eleven year age difference seemed to sort that out, heck we didn't even look much alike. I got on with my life and I simply assumed he did the same. Frankie's Story I thought he had it all, maybe in his pursuit of the social climb it was habit to look over your shoulder to see what everyone else has. As for me, I simply got on with enjoying life. Finding something that challenged me and loved doing, and of course sat down next to the woman I was set to marry because the chemistry was there. She was the Ying to my Yang on every level. Shannon had said once that all through my life I had followed the kiss rule, when I asked her to explain she said 'keep it simple stupid.' "You're going to prune over Uncle Jack." Frankie held a towel up while I got out of the hot tub. She had already changed back into tee shirt and shorts. As I wrapped the towel around me I caught her looking up at the setting sun, sadness seemed to pass over her for a moment and I truly felt for her. Following Frankie back into the cabin and leaving her making drinks for us both while I changed and then joined her once again in the kitchen. That cute habit still came to her, both hands clasped the cup and she seemed to be staring at the contents even when I sat down and waited. "All through the pregnancy I was as happy for Aunt Shannon as she was. We talked a great deal on the phone while you were still on business trips. I kept our agreement to never come around while you were away, it never stopped us talking just as much on the phone though. It was during one of our conversations she made me promise something, we were due to meet again a few days after that at Mom's birthday party and she cornered me again and made me reaffirm my promise. I did on both occasions." Frankie looked up, tears once again overwhelmed her. Rising from her seat and again pacing the room her arms tightly folded across her chest. Even with a days respite this was hurting her so much. "It was Aunt Shannon's wish that I never spoke to you about me finding out about both your lifestyles, just as it was still her wish that I go out into the world and find my life's partner. I agreed to both over the phone and also a few days later whilst we hugged and the both of us were in tears, she was my mentor and I loved her so much." The pause as Frankie desperately tried to hold back the tears simply allowed me to watch her as she paced the kitchen. I knew where she was in her story now and keeping quiet while she collected her thoughts was the only gift I could think to give her. "Dad phoned me and asked me what I was doing. He normally left such details to Mom, I suppose I picked up on something then and I told him I was driving to Cassandra's for the evening. He simply told me to return home and put the phone down. They were both waiting for me when I got there, when Dad told me Aunt Shannon had been rushed to hospital and had died in childbirth I broke down." Frankie simply stopped pacing the room and stood looking directly at me, the beautiful face of my niece, a face that never needed make up to enhance its beauty was a mess, her tears once again run like rail tracks down her cheeks, her eyes were red and puffy. I'm sure if she could hug herself any tighter she would have. "My Aunt, the woman who taught me more about life in the space of eighteen months, who helped me with so many of my own issues, who showed me what I could be if only I gave myself that chance and took that risk. The woman I truly loved more than I did my own mother was dead and I became a basket case. Mom ended up calling the doctor and he had to sedate me." ******* In a way my one question had started to be answered. Marci gave her apologies for Frankie's absence at the funeral but never gave a reason. Even admitting that at that time my own grief was close to overwhelming I did find it odd yet still pushed it to the back of my mind. That day was to be about my wife and daughter no one else. Thinking back on it now, even something as emotional as a funeral and with the attachment that Shannon and Frankie had, her own daughter had shown a sign of weakness. To friends of Marci's that could well be at the funeral and from her own social circle, that was simply unforgivable, keeping her away from the funeral was their answer and I also suspect the beginning of the end of their relationship with their own daughter. "By the time the doctor gave me the all clear and took me off of medication so I could once again think for myself without the aid of a nurse sitting next to me, the funeral had been a week ago." My niece's eyes burned with pure hatred as she thought of that day when Marci told her what they had done, supposedly in the interest of her own good. "I came to see you a week later and by then you had your tattoo done. Once I saw it I knew what I was going to do. I'm sorry Uncle Jack but this was me being selfish, like you the tattoo was a reminder of who she was and what you had lost, I felt exactly the same and went to see the artist the day after I left you." Just nodding my head in understanding didn't seem to be enough in all honesty. I had just about all the answers now. Well, except one. "Why did your relationship with Randy fall apart?" I asked. Frankie visibly flinched at his name. "I gave him a gift I mistakenly thought he was worthy of, it turned out he didn't have a clue what to do with it other than to feed his own ego. Sadly, the more he used my gift, the more it also fed on his own insecurities." As confusing as her last statement was something rang a bell way off in the back of my head. I should have listened, so help me I should have listened. Instead silence prevailed and I'm sure Frankie took that as a sign to press home what she had planned all along. My own niece uncrossed her arms her right hand slipped into the pocket of her shorts for only a second before her hand once again came out, hiding within her palm what she had placed in there. Frankie then removed her tee shirt and dropped it on the floor by her feet, her shorts followed and ended up next to her discarded shirt. Both her hands came together and she placed something around her neck, quickly fastening it at the back before she knelt on the floor in front of me totally naked. The recognition of the collar she wore was instant. I once gave it to Shannon as our relationship intensified. That was the only lie Shannon had told me when she said she had lost it, I had punished her for losing it and she took that punishment knowing that she herself had given her collar to Frankie. The words inscribed on the front of the collar read... SLAVE