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Yin / Yang

By: highlandpiper



Prologue

Deline took the bottle of old Grand Dad 101 and gently putting it her lips she eased the bottle back and took a drink. The fluid burned as it flowed down her throat causing her to lean forward and nearly dropped the bottle as she coughed from reflex.

"Newbie!" Mary Winston and Shelly Hargrove two of her 'best friends' had come over for a sleep over and Mary had snuck a bottle of her father's bourbon out of the house with her. All three women were celebrating their graduation from high school and looking forward to their first year at the local community college. Deline was the last to turn eighteen just weeks before so this made the celebration even more special for her.

"Man that burns! " Deline exclaimed, as she took another swig from the bottle. This time it went down a bit easier as she handed the bottle back to Mary. She suddenly felt a bit light headed as she sat on the edge of her bed in her pajamas. Mary took a swig and passed the bottle over to Shelly as she edged a little closer to Deline on the bed. 

"Deline have you ever kissed a girl before?" Mary asked, her voice soft as she spoke. Shelly giggled as she knew where this was going, her and Mary had planned this for a week since they heard Deline was still a virgin.

"Well, no I haven't." Deline replied as the alcohol began to take an effect on her, "Have you?" she asked as her nipples began to protrude through her pajama top betraying her arousal from the sudden change to talk of sex. Deline had been interested in boys, but her parents church practically forbid any contact and when she did they were all jerks. Deline had more recently though begun to feel different about her sexual interests and seemed to be catching herself noticing women more and more as she went out and about.

"Yes." Mary turned and kissed Shelly hard on the lips for several minutes as they tongues embraced each other. Mary reached up and tweaked one of Shelly's nipples through her pajama top causing Shelly to jump slightly before she broke the kiss.

"See. It's pretty good once you try it. Wanna kiss me?" Mary leaned in close, her breath soft on Deline neck as she spoke.

"Umm... sure I gue..." Before Deline could finish the statement Mary leaned in and kissed Deline hard on the lips. Her tongue seeking out Deline's as she pushed her back on the bed. Deline leaned back as Mary climbed on top of her and began to rub her leg along Deline's crotch. Her pajama bottoms were getting soaked from her arousal and Mary's lips were so soft. Gently Mary reached up under Deline top and began to play with one of Deline's breasts, carefully pinching the nipple occasionally as she rolled it between her thumb and forefinger. Deline could feel herself getting seriously aroused and reached up to touch Mary's breast when the door burst open and her father walked into the room. 

...

Deline?

Who are you?

I am you.

But who am I?

We are Deline.

...

She stood in a field of tall grain as far as the eye could see in all directions, the sun high overhead illuminating a brilliant blue sky. Looking around she picked a direction and began walking. Her hands gliding over the tops of the grain as it tickled her palms. Beyond her was a wall about knee high. No matter how much she walked it never got closer, never came within reach. Always reaching, she never caught up...

...

Subterfuge

1

Sarah Trueblood reclined in the easy chair and watched as her boyfriend Tom tried on a new pair of slacks she'd bought him earlier in the day. The pants were brown and pleated in the front flowing seamlessly down his legs to the floor. The smooth fabric traced a gentle curve across his behind sending a tingle through her as she watched him fasten his belt. 

"What do you think?" she asked.

"Nice, fit", he replied, "real nice fit. And I even like the color." Tom was all about his image. Every aspect of his image had to be perfect. His vanity knew no bounds and Sarah played this aspect of their relationship whenever she had the chance. It was one way of getting what she wanted out of their relationship until he left his wife Deline. And what she really wanted was his wife out of the way and her hands on Tom. Sarah had decided during her college years that the only way to get ahead was to marry an old rich man. The old part fell by the wayside, but she'd decided she was going to marry rich even if she had to steal a man from another woman.

Sarah stood up and approached him from across the bedroom. As she approached she reached her hands around him, placed them on his behind and gave him a gentle squeeze as she pressed her lips to his in a deep kiss.

"I'll say" she said coyly as she broke the kiss.

Tom's hands move up from her waste began to undo her blouse. At the same time he began to subtly kiss her down the side of her neck pausing to nibble at her ear. Sarah reached up and gently cupped his face in her hands.

"Not now dear and besides shouldn't you be getting home to your wife?"

Tom looked at his watch and noticed it was past three in the afternoon. "She won't be home for another hour at least... maybe two" he replied. "She has the County Council meeting today. You know the 'Defense of Marriage' proposal is up for review again and she wanted to be there to add her voice to the chorus with all the other zealots."

Cocking her right eye and stepping back out of reach she asked, "Well speaking of your wife have you decided what we're going to do with her? She's got to go if we're going to continue this relationship." Sarah grabbed his crotch firmly with her hand and then let go as she spoke.

"I know, I know..." he replied softly. This was a topic he hated to discuss and she kept bringing it up more and more in recent months. He really wanted to leave Deline and marry Sarah, but was afraid of the public scandal and how it might affect his image as a businessman and "pillar of the community". If he could somehow "deflect" the cause of the breakup to Deline, he could ride out the public storm, maintain his image and maybe even keep most if not all of his company to himself. 

Unfortunately his wife was a squeaky clean evangelical christian with no baggage whatsoever to exploit in a divorce proceeding. Of course the thought of her actually doing something as salacious as cheating on him or anything else "naughty" made Tom chuckle. In the nearly five years they'd been married Deline wouldn't even so much as think about doing anything that went against the church's doctrine. Don't drink, don't smoke and as for sex well the opportunities seemed to get further and further apart and more bland, like it was her duty as a good christian wife.

"What's so funny?" Sarah asked.

"Just thinking about what to do with my wife..." he replied.

"Really?" Sarah cocked her eye again and continued "And what do you find so funny about her?"

"The fact that she is so clean that she'd look like Mother Teresa at the divorce proceedings" Tom replied with a wry smile.

"Clean as in how clean?"

"To her any sexual position other than the missionary position would require an immediate confession after we'd finish. That's how religious she is..." his voice trailed off as he began to remove his new slacks in order to change back to his original pair.

"Wow I thought she was a goody two shoes, but didn't think it was that bad" Sarah noticed Tom beginning to undress and immediately moved her hands to the button of his pants. "Here let me help with that" she said as she unhooked the button and slowly drew the zipper down.

"Help yourself..." he replied.

Sarah helped him out of his pants and laid them on the nearby easy chair. Stooping to her knees, she knelt in front of him, reaching up, she began to massage the front of his briefs, gently caressing his cock through the material. His erection grew almost immediately. She could tell he was interested despite his "need" to get home.

"How's that feel?" she asked quietly.

"Hmmm... that feels great" he replied.

Sarah continued to massage his erect cock with her right hand and with her left she reached up through the bottom of his briefs and began to play his testicles between her fingers. Tom let out a soft moan as her hands danced across his manhood.

"Sit back on the bed" 

Tom sat back on the edge of the bed with Sarah kneeling between his legs, continuing her manipulation of his manhood.

"Lay back" she said. As Tom lay back on the bed Sarah moved her hands to the sides of his briefs and in a swift motion pulled them off his erect cock and moved her mouth to its head. She paused and gently teased the head of Tom's cock with her tongue tasting his saltiness.

"Ooh" Tom cooed.

Suddenly she engulfed his entire cock in her mouth taking it deep in her throat, her tongue playing a dance along the surface as the cock went deeper.

Tom let out a sudden gasp and gripped the bed linens with his hands. He raised his head slightly to see his cock buried deep within Sarah's soft mouth. Slowly she let his manhood withdraw from her mouth letting her tongue slide gently along its length only to plunge her head back down engulfing his cock deeply once again.

Tom let out a soft moan as he reveled in her manipulation of his cock. Slowly she began to pick up speed as she ravenously sucked his dick. Faster! Faster! His thoughts raced as she gripped his throbbing shaft with her lips and played her tongue across it length as it pistoned in and out of her mouth. Faster! He could feel his orgasm building and he wanted so bad to let go.

Sarah reached up with a hand and gripped the bottom of his throbbing shaft, squeezing and releasing her grip as she took him in her mouth. She could sense his growing orgasm as his body grew stiffer and harder emulating his rock hard penis.

Tom began to grunt as he felt his orgasm build towards climax. The sounds from his mouth were completely illegible as he threw himself into the final act Sarah was playing out for him.

"Uunnggghhh!" With one complete yell Tom let lose his orgasm and released himself to Sarah's ministrations, emptying his cum into her awaiting mouth. Sarah continued to pump his shaft with her hand as she released his cock from her mouth and let his cum splash her face and neck. Sarah swallowed what she could and with her free hand wiped his cum from her face and licked it away savoring the salty taste.

"How do you feel now?" she asked with a wry smile on her face as she continued to lick her fingers clean.

"Wonderful!" her exclaimed, "Oh my god I wish Deline would do that, or for that matter would do anything like that!" Tom reached up and brushed his trembling hand across her damp cheek as he tried to recover from his orgasm.

Sarah ran her tongue along his now fading shaft, "Divorce Deline and there's more where that came from" she paused to grin and look him in the eye, "So to speak".

"But how?" the bewildered look on his face made him look almost boyish. "How do I do it and still keep everything?"

Sarah climbed up on the bed and sat next to him. Tom sat up and ran his fingers through her hair and caressed her cheek.

"Hmm, how indeed..." Sarah sat there for a moment and pondered the enigma posed to her. How to get rid of Deline and allow Tom to keep everything... As she thought this through Tom began tracing a line along her breast to its nipple. Slowly he began pinching it through her blouse and bra causing it to become erect and reveal itself through the material. Sarah brushed his hand aside and with a sudden inspiration she turned to face Tom and spoke calmly as her idea began to gel in her mind "You said she's very religious, right?, Very uptight?"

"Yes, I guess you could say that" he replied.

Raising an eyebrow as she spoke, "Well I think I have an idea how we can get rid of Deline and allow you to save face at the same time, something that will destroy her reputation and completely humiliate her."

"What's that?"

"Tom, is she homophobic at all?"

"Homophobic? God is she ever!" he exclaimed. Tom felt a cool breeze play across his body and realized that his briefs were still around his ankles. "She's probably one of the biggest homophobes around. Don't you remember she got her face in the local paper recently over the 'Defense of Marriage' charter before the County Council? Why what do you have in mind?"

"Hmm... I have an acquaintance that might be able to help us. Besides she owes me a special favor or two and should be more than willing to oblige me on this..."

"Tell me! Tell me!" Tom suddenly saw a solution to his dilemma, even though he had no idea where Sarah was taking this. For a year now he had been stalling Sarah every time she brought it up, but now he saw a light at the end of the tunnel and desperately wanted to get closer.

"You just wait. I need to speak with my friend and find out if she's interested or not. I'll let you know what you have to do, so the less you know now the better your reaction will be when the time comes". Sarah reached down and gently stroked his spent penis. "Remember be patient. From this point on you need to let me handle this," and with that she leaned over and took his cock in her mouth again and this time she sucked it until it was hard. Standing she pushed him back on the bed "I hope you didn't think you were getting out of here without satisfying me did you?"

"No... No of course not" he replied as a wicked smile crossed his face.

Sarah climbed onto the bed straddling Tom's midsection. Leaning over she kissed him gently at first and then passionately, thrusting her tongue deep into his mouth. Tom had never tasted himself before. It was salty, but not bad. Not something I plan to do on a regular basis he thought to himself, so he let the thought pass and returned the kiss as passionately as he was given.

Sarah reached up under her skirt and moving her g-string aside she positioned herself over Tom's hard cock. Tom gasped as she grabbed hold of his cock and began to rub it along her sex. Sarah felt herself getting wetter as her juices flowed down his rock hard shaft and onto her fingers. Giving him the blowjob earlier had made her very horny. Positioning the head of his penis just inside her she spoke very softly "Ready?"

"Ready as I'll ever –" and before he could finish she had dropped herself hard on his cock thrusting it deep inside her and causing Tom to gasp again.

Sarah sat back and began to slowly rock up and down on his cock. Reaching up she undid her blouse and began to rub her nipples through her bra. She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter as Tom's cock filled her pussy. She loved fucking him this way. It allowed her to take him deep inside her. Deeper than any other position they'd tried. God I can't wait till he's mine, she thought. I'm going to fuck his brains out for at least twenty-four hours straight.

Tom reached up, brushed aside her hands and began to pinch and stroke her nipples. Sarah reached around and undid her bra letting it fall away from her 34Ds. Sarah picked up her tempo and began to rock harder and harder on Tom's hard cock. Tom began to thrust back against her causing her to let out little yelps each time he did so.

Sarah felt her climax building. It started deep inside her and began to build like a volcano waiting to go off. "Harder! Pinch them harder!" she screamed as she picked up her pace. Tom pinched her nipples as hard as he dared. Sarah nearly screamed from the pain and at that moment the volcano exploded and Sarah let out a tremendous scream. She felt the rush as the orgasm rode over her like a wave cresting on the beach. She continued rocking up and down in an attempt to ride that wave to its very end, milking it for all it was worth. She felt her own juices gush over Tom's cock, his midsection and then onto the bed. Reaching down Sarah slowly collapsed on to Tom's heaving chest. She kissed him gently and laid her head on his shoulder gasping for breath.

"Oh my god that was great!" she exclaimed. "Guess I'll need to clean the sheets again" Sarah chuckled as she spoke. She pretty much had to do that every time they fucked since she was a gusher when she came.

Sitting up she felt a post orgasm shudder flow through her body. "Damn that was good, sure you can't stay for more?" she asked somewhat coyly.

"Well maybe just a little more" and with that he shifted his hips and rolled her onto her back. Tom's cock was still inside her and she felt it pulse as he flexed it. Pushing up on his hands Tom began to slowly thrust his way in and out of Sarah's pussy. At one point bringing it just to the brink of her opening and thrusting it back in hard. 

Sarah gasped, reached down, grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled him in hard "Don't tease me, just fuck me!" she exclaimed.

A smile crossed his face as he started thrusting harder, but kept his pace slow and even. Sarah cried out each time he slammed her pussy with his cock. 

"Are" wham! "you" wham! "going" wham! "to" wham! "fuck" wham! "me" wham! "or not". Sarah could barely speak as Tom thrust himself into her sopping wet pussy. 

"Hold on" he said as he picked up his pace, his cock slamming her pussy harder and harder.

Tom could feel his orgasm building. That little point deep in his gut. Like a fire, at first it built slowly and then suddenly he felt the embers become a fire and he worked faster and faster to build it. "Cum on my tits!" she cried out as he hammered away at her pussy "Cum on my tits!"

Tom felt her orgasm crest as her pussy gripped his cock and her juices once again covered the bed. Sarah screamed in ecstasy. This was the last straw and just as his fire became an unstoppable storm he pulled out, moved up and showered his load all over her chest, plastering her tits with his cum.

Sarah reached up and began to rub his cum into her tits. With one hand she reached out, grabbed his cock and continued to pump his load finishing his orgasm. With her other she wiped his cum from her chest and licked her fingers.

"Roll over" she said.

Tom obliged and lay on his back as Sarah moved up and sucked his cock clean of both their juices. She wasn't a lesbian herself, but she figured part of this came from her so it wasn't too bad. She tasted their lovemaking on his cock as she sucked it dry and when she was satisfied she'd "removed" the evidence she leaned back and took a deep breath.

"Damn that was good!" she shouted.

"You'll get no complaints from me that's for sure!" he exclaimed. Tom rose slowly and went into the adjoining bathroom to "cleanup" before going home to Deline.

Sitting up on one elbow Sarah spoke, "Remember I'll contact you when I've got a better idea of what we're going to do, ok?"

Tom nodded his head in agreement as he returned to the bedroom and began to dress himself. 

"Not even a hint?" he asked.

"No hints. I want this to be a surprise," she paused for a moment, "in fact lets' just say this is part of my wedding gift to you."

Sarah rose from the bed and as she walked towards the bathroom she kissed Tom on the cheek, "I need to take a shower after all that so I'll call you later and let you know the details", and with that she stepped into the bathroom and closed the door behind her.

Tom suddenly couldn't help but wonder what Sarah had planned and deep down inside he couldn't wait to see it happen. As he left Sarah's apartment he thought, anything to escape his loveless marriage...

2

The air in the county council chamber was stifling and thick. The air system could barely keep up with the hot air outside the building let alone the 'hot' air inside. Deline wiped her forehead with a handkerchief and placed it back in her purse. God it's hot today, she thought. She'd been waiting for several hours as the council went through its regular business before taking up new business and this made her even more agitated as the proceeding went on. Finally the council chairman called for new business to be presented.


Yin Yang Love (Expanded)



*** An excerpt from SOUP Wars ***

Adelina loved life even if the world sucked. Like most nights, she was alone and naked in her hospital. She watched some bad porn on the psychiatric ward’s big screen. It was something very amateurish involving three women using rather excessive sex-toys. 

She craved crack, but her supply ran out. If it weren’t for her tolerance implants, the bionics or the Raptorex, she would’ve died from the withdrawals. She was drunk off her ass on whiskey, ancient beers and fermented juice. She smoked a homegrown blunt and, amused herself with a massager that had long ceased to work. It was a normal evening for her. What made this evening a little more eventful than usual was a visitor

“Adelina...” Her ears perked up at the male voice that called to her. She lifted her head from the couch and saw two guys wearing nothing but serapes. She pointed at both of them and fell down laughing. 

The two guys walked towards her and magically transformed into a single guy. “Heya usually only vishit me in da dayshine. What brindis you heah?”

“Woman,” he chided her, “you are drunk.”

“Noooo shid…” She dizzily tried to figure out who was talking to her. She was delighted that her Carlos was standing there. “Want some?”

“Yes.” Carlos slammed the remainder of an open whiskey bottle. He hissed and spit just before he wheezed out a realization. “Oh, that was a bad idea.” His inexperienced throat burned because of the harsh liquid.

“Blunt?” Carlos knew he could handle that, so he accepted Adelina’s offer.

He looked up at the monitor as he stuck out his dry tongue. “Wow, they’re all women and they look like they are copulating.” He scratched his head at the whole concept. “How does that work?” He had never seen Lesbians in his life.

“It’s purdy damn aweshome. I fuggin mish it and schtuff. Playing with da fuhsuit and shucking on dose chigs clid and der tiddies wash really fuggin warf divorshising Hurrnan.” She gave her student a huge shit-eating grin. “Too bad bidches are bidches. Womenses are evil and sctuff. Dey fugging tear yer hard oud coz they cah.”

Carlos sighed. He was actually surprised that he could understand most of the semi-incoherent rant. “I know what you mean.”

“Good, coz I dond.” Adelina plopped her head back on the couch.

Carlos took a long toke and felt the tobacco and marijuana smoke intertwine in his brain. “I made love to Analís and she broke my heart.” He glanced at his severely intoxicated mentor and shook his head. “I thought losing my virginity to her would be the most wonderful thing in the world.” He sighed rather loudly, “I wish I could take it back.”

Adelina rubbed his head playfully and belched rather loudly. “I widsh I wouddana allowed Schmeggmuh to tage mine. I widsh I wouddana cheaded on Hurrnan.” She moved her arms to the beat of, “Shudda, cudda, wudda, but didna so life goesh on and all dat rot. Lifesa too coo to woddy about schtuff you canna change.” She could not repress a solitary hiccup.

Carlos shook his head in agreement. “You’re right. The past is the past, so I need to focus on the present.” He handed the blunt back to her. “Thanks Adelina.” He smiled warmly. “You always seem to have the answers I need.” He kissed her on the forehead.

“Hey. I jush do the besht I can.” She said solemnly, swinging a half-empty can of beer for emphasis. “Any time you needsh more of my impenna.., impertree…, usheful advice, I be happy to ged drung for ya.” Blurry eyes seemed to focus mostly on Carlos one last time.

“Wanna habe sexsh?” she asked seriously.

“No.” Carlos said, backing away trying not to laugh.

“Oh, well dats pervectly reashonable.” She said, and slowly passed out.

Carlos stared at Adelina as he extinguished the blunt. He wiped the drool from her face and carefully extracted the non-functioning massager from her body. He carried her to one of the psychiatric ward’s bedrooms. As he held her in the arms, he realized something that he had overlooked for a long time. She loved him. 

It wasn’t a transitory romantic love or a familial love. It was much greater than that. Despite the fact that she obviously had a huge crush on him, she helped him in his quest fulfill his lustful desires for Analís without asking for anything in return. Despite the fact that he was openly hostile towards Adelina, she never once stopped teaching him the secrets of life and the human body. She always thanked him for helping Candi escape. She thanked him for giving her the opportunity to be useful. She thanked him for trusting her enough to be his confidant.

When Carlos ached physically or mentally, she would always be the first to try to heal him. Whenever his visit was expected, Adelina made it a point to remain sober. She made it clear that she was physically attracted to him, but she never used this as a bargaining chip. She wanted him to find his own happiness regardless of how it made her feel. 

He didn’t want to go home to Guillotine’s rage or her children’s coldness. He didn’t want to go back to the sounds of Analís and Hernán trying to reconcile their marriage. He wanted to be in the clean and quiet hospital with Adelina. He turned off the monitor and straightened up the viewing area. He slept next to her that night.

Adelina was startled the next morning when she saw Carlos lying next to her. She was covered in the serape she saw Analís make. She remembered precious little about the night before. Carlos slumbered in the nude just as she had. She wasn’t sure what had occurred, but her nether regions were completely sore, so she ventured a guess. With a smile and giggle, she shook her friend into consciousness. “Did we do it?” Despite her nasty hangover, her eyes were wild and her voice was deeper than usual. She needed to know. “Please tell me we did it.”

“Don’t you remember?” Carlos woke up bleary eyed and smiley. He felt cold.

Adelina seem distressed. “Not a single thing.”

Carlos smirked at his best friend. He could tell that she didn’t want to hear the word, no. For this reason, he decided to try something new. “We got pretty drunk last night.” For the first time in his life, Carlos purposely spun a fib. He started with the truth. “I finally made love to Analís, if you could’ve called it that.” 

Adelina grinned slyly, “Was it good?”

“It was. Unfortunately, she felt guilty and went back to Hernán shortly afterwards. I was pretty crushed, so I came to visit you.” Next, he embellished his story. “You gave me some clearheaded advice about living in the present. It made me feel better. You asked me if I wanted to have sex with you. One thing led to another… Being drunk and depressed, I finally said yes. 

The teacher was stunned. “Do you remember it?”

Carlos smiled mischievously. “The memories are vague, but they are enough.” He took random verses from the Song of Solomon and adapted them to the situation. “You probably can guess that I slept all night between your breasts. You let me kiss you with the kisses of my mouth: for your love was better than wine. You ravished my heart, my teacher, my lover; you ravished my heart with your eyes. Many waters could not quench your love; neither could the floods drown it.”

“That is so romantic.” Adelina sighed very loudly.

Carlos could tell that she was enjoying the story, but he needed more inspiration. He adapted some of his positive experiences with Analís to the fantasy he offered. “You pulled me to your breasts and asked me to enjoy them. I was so amazed by how sensitive they were. You asked me to taste you and I couldn’t get enough. I longed to become one with you and you let me in.” He continued as Adelina eyed him with astonishment. “I felt so happy because you invited me into your world. I thought I would go insane with ecstasy when I was inside.” He beamed shyly. “I don’t know if I could do it sober at this point, but I felt privileged by your invitation at the time. I’m a little surprised at myself, but I have no regrets” He pretended to have a sudden realization and feigned distress, “I hope I didn’t do anything that you didn’t want me to do.”

Adelina’s her arms around the apprentice. “Thank you. Oh God… thank you!” She held him tightly and gave him a hundred little pecks. “I can finally tell you.”

“Tell me what?” Carlos expressed genuine curiosity.

“I wanted to say I love you, but I was so afraid to tell you.”

Carlos tried to return the sentiment, but he could not. He feared that his sweet deception would be discovered. Thus, he told the truth. “I want to love you as well.”

“Come and live with me and leave those sick-fucks at Hernán’s house behind.” She buried her head in his chest. “I will never abuse you. I will never cheat on you. I will never break your heart. I will never lie to you. I will do my best to please you.” His heart pounded quickly and loudly at her words. She could not believe her good fortune. She hoped it wasn’t too good to be true.

“I will consider it.” Carlos was shocked by her intense reaction. He realized that the normally sedate doctor was overwhelmed by emotions. It seemed that the very thought of his love drove her into the heights of bliss. Analís’s feelings towards him were icy by comparison.

“I want you to love me when we’re both sober, so I won’t get drunk or do drugs anymore. I don’t want to miss anything else.” Her excitement was irrepressible. “I want to be alive with you. I want to love myself completely, so I can love you in the way that you deserve. I want to feel every single thing.” Carlos was awake enough to smell the sickening sulfuric scent of her skin from smoking too much crack, but he didn’t care. He kissed her deeply. She stroked his hair and picked it with her fingers. His lie worked. He heard beautiful truths for the first time since Candi’s disappearance.

Adelina stroked his cheeks with both hands. “Please live with me and learn to love me.” The rings on her breasts tickled his skin. He tried to pay them no heed. “All I ask is that your treat me gently. Please say yes.” The lips locked again. They did not make love. His apprehension would not allow him to do so.

It didn’t matter to Adelina because Carlos told her, “Yes.” She rifled through the dorm room’s chest of drawers and found something to wear. The extra-extra large and white “New York” souvenir shirt fit her like a dress. Carlos put his serape back on. Together they left the hospital, but not before Adelina found her neon pink knee-high socks and blue army boots. They ran to the Central Cathedral like school kids in trouble.

In all his years exploring México, Carlos never felt the need to go inside the Central Cathedral. He regularly read in the Rotunda of Illustrious Men and he even lost his virginity in its park. Yet, it never occurred to him to look inside the breath-taking building across street. Its twin yellow-tiled steeples, its dome, its arches with ornate walls of rock and limestone never called to him. The sixteenth-century architectural masterpiece rivaled anything that could’ve been seen in Europe. It was and was rebuilt three times after several earthquakes threatened to obliterate its magnificence.

He was amazed when he finally entered the building. He saw eleven altars, beautiful sculptures of many saints, massive stained-glass windows, priceless treasures and works of art beyond number. These riches however did not affect his consciousness as much as he would’ve expected.

What really got his attention were the main altar, the pews and the additional chairs in the overflow sections. They held hundreds of small piles containing neatly folded clothes. Each pile was topped with a handful of dirt, a tea candle, a piece of candy, a miracle trinket, a plastic flower and a rosary. Some piles were lavishly decked out with baby bottles and toys, while others were simply decorated with personal effects and identification cards or photos. Carlos noticed that some of cathedral walls contained facts about the great tragedy that occurred on the first Sunday of Lent and the story of its survivors. The writing was done in broad-tipped permanent marker with acid-free black ink.

Adelina proudly announced that, “I did this during my food gathering trips.” She single-handedly created a memorial for the common people of Guadalajara who died in the Butterfly Armageddon. “It helped me feel less depressed. Which isn’t saying much, but at least I didn’t commit suicide.” The makeshift mausoleum put the stone ring for the so-called illustrious men to shame. “Candi was the only other person who I’ve ever shown this to.”

“She never told me about this place.” Carlos dared not touch the piles for fear of disturbing the unique arrangements. “How long did it take you to do this?”

Adelina smiled and whispered, “Years.” She pointed towards a row in the center of the cathedral. “Want to visit your grandparents?” Before he could answer, she dragged him over to a pew that held a rather elaborate memorial. Two piles of clothes and dirt held a single wine bottle filled with expensive grape ambrosia. Around the neck of the bottle, two wedding bands were tied on a white ribbon. Each of these piles held two ostentatiously framed photographs decorated with rosaries beaded with sapphires. Their gold crucifixes were bejeweled with diamonds.

“Who are the people in the pictures?” Carlos knelt down in front of the memorial to get a better look.

Adelina pointed to the left photo first. “That’s Papa Hernán and Mama Maria when they got married.” She ruffled Carlos’s hair with her free hand. He laughed as she pointed to the photo on the right, “That over there Papa Hernán, Mama Maria, Uncle Gwubo, your dad and I.”

Carlos beamed brightly. “It’s your wedding picture, Lina.”

“I know, isn’t it awesome.” Adelina casually snatched the photo from the memorial. “I was such a cute chubby thing back then.” The doctor wasn’t exactly emaciated, but her thinness was not becoming either.

The student examined the photo in her hands, “You had normal hair in this picture.”

Adelina exploded in laughter. “That ugly red mop wasn’t my hair. It was a wig.”

“You wore a wig to your wedding?” Carlos joined in her mirth.

“I was bald save for the bangs back then. Mama Maria didn’t want Papa Hernán’s relatives to get shocked by the haircut she gave me.”

Carlos’s eyes grew as wide as his grin. “Grandma gave you a punk haircut?”

“She also pierced my naughty bits, my eyebrows, my bellybutton, my nose, my lip, Hernán Jr.’s eyebrow, both our tongues, ears and nipples. She also gave me half of my tattoos and all of Hernán Jr.'s, except of course for the one on his rear.” Adelina donned a pensive expression. “She didn’t like the idea of tattooing her son’s ass.”

Carlos mouth fell open. “Nice wholesome grandma?” His ears could not believe it. “She looks so normal in all of the pictures I’ve seen of her. She was so normal in person. How could this be?”

Adelina shook her head. “She was a nice and wholesome Catholic grandma who also happened to be an ex-Goth with a lot of tattoos under her clothes.” Adelina pursed her lips as she noticed Carlos’s discomfort. “Didn’t your dad ever tell you that she owned a tattoo and piercing parlor?”

“Of course not…” Carlos shock softened into amused discomfort. “Any other frightening revelations about my grandparents I should know about?”

“Your grandpa was an honest cop who got disgusted by the corruption, so he became a marriage counselor.” Adelina smiled proudly. “He thought your grandma was a nutcase. Fortunately, they loved music with really loud and fast guitars, natural health and Chinese food, so they got along famously. They were also religious in a non-irritating way that almost made the whole concept of being very pious seem kind of cool.” A mischievous glint shone in her eyes, “But, not quite.” She kissed the mirrored frame with the rosary and placed it back from where she took it.

“Too bad they aren’t here anymore.” Carlos felt the sadness behind Adelina’s smile as he spoke these words. “I wish I could’ve known them better.”

“Same here…” She took a single cleansing breath. “But, that’s in the past.” Adelina blushed at her student as she confessed; “I’m more interested in achieving my dreams for the present and, when I’m in the mood, the future.” She stood up and walked towards the altar. Carlos followed her.

“So what are your dreams?” Carlos’s serape allowed a cooling breeze to refresh his body. His walking pace was brisk, though somewhat less brisk than Adelina’s.

“Let me see.” She covered her face and laughed as she searched for the words to express them without feeling completely vulnerable. “Here’s my mental list:” She counted each item in her dream inventory with the left index finger and the right hand.

“One, I want to make a tortilla that doesn’t turn to dust or charcoal after I fry it”

“Two, I want to eat a vat of fresh caviar.”

“Three, I want to resurrect Pepote Rodriguez and his Mariachi family. I actually miss their tacky music.”

“Four, I want to know if it is possible to perform artificial inseminations with a turkey baster without causing the recipient to die of laughter prior to the procedure.”

“Five, I would like to find a decent spouse who is hard-working, good-looking, intelligent, spiritual, amusing, is as horny as me and doesn’t mind me watching cheesy Cantinflas movies or Lesbian porn.” Adelina rubbed her hands wickedly at her final pre-requisite. “Oh yes, and he must enjoy playing with toys. I like toys. They don’t even have to be the sexual kind. They just need to be fun and cute.” She squealed at the word cute.

Adelina flipped her head, so she could stare at the ceiling. “Nothing too unreasonable…”

Carlos sighed and crossed his arms. He rolled his eyes up, winked and stuck his tongue out. Adelina giggled at him. “We could work on the tortillas. The caviar will be tricky, but I’m sure that we could go fishing to see if we are able to find anything.” Carlos lifted his index finger and cringed, “I’m not saying a word about those damn mariachis.” He continued to speak with a straight face, “As for the turkey baster, just change its name to ‘manually-operated vacuum-expulsion artificial fertilization device’ and watch the fear develop in your hapless victim’s face.”

Adelina cracked up and nearly urinated, “There’s nothing like clinical jargon to take out of joy anything.” She slapped the floor several times, before Carlos finally helped her up.

“Now there’s that marriage thing.” Carlos twiddled his thumbs and gave the elder doctor a look of mock criticism. “Being that there are no clergy, judges or bureaucracy to validate such an arrangement, I feel that it would be pointless.”

“You don’t need that crazy shit dude.” Adelina poked at her student’s chest. “Marriage is quite often a convenient arrangement between a group of human beings and their belief system of choice, where they agree to permanently restrict their mating habits within mutually agreed upon boundaries for the benefit of their chosen family structure.”

Carlos raised an eyebrow and rubbed his chin. “In other words, it’s a binding agreement between two people to keep their vows with God for the purpose of helping a family flourish.” He nodded his head. “So what happens if one of the potential spouses doesn’t believe in a god?”

Adelina poked him again with more strength and both hands. “That’s why I used non-sexist, non-sectarian, non-hierarchical language.” Adelina giggled at Carlos as she stuck her tongue out at him. “I’m not picky as long as my basic needs are met.” He responded by yanking her towards him and smooching her. They made out for about five minutes until they released their lip lock. The punk doctor wheezed from the excitement. Carlos wheezed from her sulfuric scent.

“Lina… I don’t find you sexually attractive, at all. I’m still having severe emotional problems from the fling with you-know-who. I also, find it very creepy that my big sister was cloned from you. With that said, we’re not related, we actually click and that’s good enough for me.” The austere expression on Carlos’s face would’ve made a British statesman look giddy by comparison. “Give me a few months to get used to the idea of me, doing that while I am sober.”




Yin Yang Love (Expanded)



Adelina did not doubt his claims for a second. “That’s cool.” She tickled the tip of his chin. “I went without sex for a while... I can deal with a few months of not getting any.” Carlos and Adelina embraced each other as the motorized bells played their hourly tune, as if on cue.

Carlos moved out of his parents’ home and moved to the nearly vacant hospital after that night. A few months passed.

Carlos never wore his serape there. His much older and new bride, Adelina, didn’t mind. She worked very hard to train the young man into physical and mental fitness. His seeming obviousness to his own nakedness felt like a deserved reward. She needed something to occupy her mind after her latest chat with her uncle. She was glad that the something was the man she waited so long to marry

Even though the young man visited his immediate family on a daily basis, he couldn’t stand living with them. It was upsetting to see the woman of his dreams hanging to his hated enemy, every second of the day, as if nothing had ever happened between them. It was disturbing to watch Guillotine raise her sons. They weren’t like brothers or even nephews to him. They were more like soulless minions who would become human only during Kung Fu practice. 

He moved into what used to be a lobby in the hospital. No one in Hernán’s household knew what went on in there. The only time they ever visited was for medical care too difficult to provide in the house.

He loved the natural light of the beautiful glass atrium and the gorgeous abstract art that covered the walls. Adelina was his upstairs neighbor at the children’s ward. She loved playing with all the dolls, cars, playhouses and other assorted toys there. During the daytime, Carlos would study medicine with his neighbor and instructor. During clear nights, they liked to hang around together at the hospital grounds in front of a fire pit. 

It was rainy on a particular night, so they hung around in the kitchen. Adelina fried her first successful batch of corn tortilla shells made from scratch. Carlos fried kitten meat in sautéed onions and green peppers. They chopped tomatoes, tomatillos, cilantro, raw onions, chilies and other tasty ingredients into a pico de gallo salsa. The two sat down at the cafeteria for a delicious dinner that they washed down with a bottle of one hundred and four year old wine.

“Everything is very tasty.” Adelina munched ravenously on a crispy taco. A tiny bit of grease trickled down her lip. She licked it.

“Yes it is.” Carlos enjoyed the medley of fragrant spices. His thick standing braids resembled horns on top of his head. Adelina enjoyed playing with his curls every morning. He didn’t mind the interesting new hairstyles that she gave him, too much.

Adelina excused herself from the table and left saying, “I hope that you enjoyed your meal.” It was her turn to wash the dishes. Carlos followed her.

As she scrubbed the pans, Carlos hugged her from behind. She looked over her shoulder and kissed him on the lips. He grinned and told her that he would wait for her in the psychiatric ward for their movie date. She giggled and washed the dishes much faster. 

The warm water rinsed the suds away from the pans. A towel rubbed the moisture away. Satisfied with her work, Adelina ran up the stairs and through the halls. 

She sang, “Barbara ” by Chuy Logroño on her way to visit the hunk. She pushed the reinforced door open and called out for, “Carlitos.” He greeted her with a hug and led her to the patient lounge. They plopped down on the couch and snuggled together as a video presentation played on the monitor. It was a very funny twentieth century film starring Cantinflas entitled No Te Engañes Corazón. Many of the jokes were hopelessly dated, but the slapstick and the cultural references were hilarious. The songs were lovely to boot.

When the movie was over Carlos took Adelina to the showers. He slowly removed her white tube top and green denim overalls. Hernán, Carlos and Guillotine figured out a way to fix the sewer line the previous week so the running water was back. 

Carlos and Adelina jumped into the handicapped stall and turned on the faucet. The water was warm and pleasant. Carlos scrubbed her back and she returned the favor. She ran her nails down his chest and commented on how nicely developed his pectoral muscles were. He thanked her and gently rubbed between her inner thighs. 

He squatted down and used his mouth to continue her stimulation. His fingers smoothed down her depilated pubic skin. It was so unlike that of any grown woman he had ever seen. When he saw Adelina’s lack of bodily hair for the first time, it bothered him. It made her look like an old woman suffering from arrested development. Laser electrolysis seemed like such an unnecessary and severe form of bodily mutilation to him, but she seemed to enjoy the results. Carlos found it odder than the genital rings. He eventually learned to overlook her hairless skin and learned how to enjoy its benefits.

When several screams of pleasure escaped his older wife’s lips, Carlos pulled her out of the shower and hastily turned the water off. Droplets still dripped away from her body when he carried her to one of the dorm rooms. A fresh soapy smell somewhat hid the sulfuric smell that never seemed to go away.

Adelina screamed with boisterous joy, “I am so horny, my little satyr!”

Carlos squeezed her breasts and told her, “We can’t go all the way yet.” 

“What makes you say that?” They both laughed as she took his manhood in her hands and led it straight to her breasts.

“I’m trying to catch my breath. I was down too long.” Carlos closed his eyes and hummed as Adelina serviced him. He loved how she used her mouth and breasts to stimulate him. It always made him… no… tonight would be different. He snapped out of the entrancement and whined, “Stop it! You’re not helping.” The tongue and chest-surface studs tickled him in an overly pleasant of a manner. He didn’t want to end the game prematurely, like usual.

“Very well,” Adelina sat up, crossed her arms and pursed her lips as if she were offended. Carlos kissed those pouting lips. Carlos yelped when he tasted the lingering spiciness of dinner. “What’s wrong?” Adelina’s eyes opened wide.

“Those nipple rings always feel funny against my chest.” He lightly pulled both heavy gauge rings. “Do they hurt?”

“Not anymore. I am sure they did at some time in history. I was too wasted to remember.” Adelina shifted her eyes to the side.

“That’s not surprising.” Carlos wrapped his lips around a bejeweled nipple and asked in a muffled mumble, “Why did you get all those body piercings, scarifications, tattoos and depilatory treatments?”

“I thought self-mutilation was sexy.” The old punk tried to sound serious, but failed miserably.

Carlos laughed and told her, “That’s crazy.” He grabbed her skinny buttocks. Their kisses were more like a battle of the tongues than a gentle springtime dance. The younger doctor continued when he was able to catch his breath. “You don’t really think self-mutilation is sexy anymore… do you?”

Adelina touched her lips. “Self-mutilation was as sexy as many of the other things I used to do.”

Carlos ran his fingers through her wet hair. “Not very sexy I take it.” The burden of knowledge weighed upon his brow.

“It depends on your tastes,” Adelina stated stoically as she licked the tip of her fingers. “It’s all part of me now, so I accept my battle scars.”

“You didn’t need to hurt yourself,” Carlos whispered in her ear. “You suffered enough pain in your life.”

“Pain numbs pain.” Those words gently vibrated out of her mouth. “Besides, your grandma gave them to me for free. How could I pass up such a great freebie?”

Carlos’s calloused hands pleasantly glided across the teacher’s jaw. “I don’t care what anyone says. Pain is a crummy substitute for pleasure.” He remembered Analís in the springtime, their encounter and the misery of her departure. His undying lust for her was a torturous hell that followed him everywhere he went. This lust destroyed his hope for a better world and obliterated what was left of his faith in Christ. Adelina’s friendship was the only thing keeping him sane. He wanted to return the favor and after many near misses. He was finally ready to give her what she wanted. “You want to do it?”

“Me?” Adelina had been waiting for this day for years. Her reward had been so close, but it always seemed to elude her. Carlos was obviously still enamored with the other woman. That foolish bitch had no idea of the value of the treasure she threw away in favor of a man who didn’t respect himself. The manchild didn’t need that chick. Sadly, he desperately needed his mother’s love. Adelina could not give him that one thing. To her, he was just the sensitive, handsome and intelligent relative of a cruel man she once loved. He was her student. He was someone that she wasn’t sure she deserved. She had to deny him before it went too far as they both had done for months. “I’m too old for you.”

The young man took his wife's hand and placed it on his manhood. He guided her movements. Her moist lips quivered. “You’re not too old for this.” Carlos was not going to let it happen again. Guilt took away the one woman he thought he truly loved. He wanted his mentor to know that there was no shame in the act. She needed to believe in his… whatever it was he felt for her. 

Adelina’s lust and self-doubt battled as if they were rams locked in mortal combat. “Why would you want to fuck a dry and frail old woman like me?” The elder doctor tried to dissuade her pupil in any way she could without actually giving him the impression that he was not wanted.

“You’re not frail. You’re intelligent, you make me laugh, and you teach me more that I am able to learn. Our values are similar, as are our interests, our hopes and our dreams.” Carlos reached for a bottle on the nightstand with this free hand. The label read “Olive Oil” but the contents actually consisted of hemp oil that he pressed himself. He opened the cap with his teeth and poured a portion of the lubricant directly onto his penis. He knew enough about the effects of menopause to know that he needed to help Adelina out in their endeavor. “Aren’t you as horny as I am?”

Adelina tried to distract the handsome gentleman by bringing up one of his memories. “What if Candi comes back? Wouldn’t it be awkward if she found out about us?” 

“Candi’s not coming back” Carlos sensed Adelina’s muted discomfort at his statement and tried to salvage the mood. “She’s far too smart to come back here.” Adelina’s breath of relief calmed him. “That’s beside the point. I would’ve never fucked her, even if she were the last human being on the planet.” He playfully flicked her nose with his thumb. “Besides, it’s you who I want now.”

Carlos climbed over Adelina so he could get into position. She used another weapon in her arsenal before he could mount his pleasurable attack. “What about Analís?”

“I love her.” That name nauseated him. He didn’t want to think about it. “But, I need to get over her.” He spread his wife’s legs apart in search of an earthly paradise. “Now, it’s your turn to try the legendary Carlos cock and tell me your dark secrets.” Adelina laughed so hard, she nearly pissed on herself. Carlos needed to know and he needed Adelina to make an admission. “What did you see in Hernán?”

“He was an improvement over Smegma. He was a step up from someone who would drug a teenager for sex.”

Carlos felt his mood go down and his voice go up. “Hernán screwed both of his daughters sober. How is that an improvement?”

“Touché! I guess I have bad taste in men.” 

Those words made Carlos snicker, “Thanks a lot!”

Adelina nodded her head approvingly. “My uncle disapproved of Smegma and Hernán because he viewed them both as stupid and worthless. I think he would’ve like approved of you.”

The student acted offended. “You mean the duck with the Chinese accent? Is that supposed to be an insult?”

Adelina blushed and tried to suppress a giggle. “He used to be a good judge of character and he always used to look out for me. He would’ve appreciated the fact that you’re a doctor.” She grew quiet and looked at the bed. “It’s too bad that he turned out to be a slice of shit like them.” 

Carlos chirped, “I’m not a slice of shit.”

“You’re a little slice of heaven.” Adelina drew circles on the bed and looked deep into his eyes. “I sometimes can’t believe that you’re actually interested in me.”

The younger doctor took a deep breath and spoke gently, “The drugs damaged your body and it’s been very difficult for me to overlook that fact.” He closed his eyes and allowed healing remorse to enter his being. “It always has been.” A recollection of her shattered glass crack pipe invaded his brain. “Nevertheless, what’s inside of you is an incredibly wonderful thing and that’s what I find so desirable about you.” He slowly opened his eyes and locked his gaze in hers.

His last statement puzzled Adelina. “Do you mean my pussy?”

Carlos burst out into a contagious snorting cackle. “I’ve enjoyed playing with it so far,” Adelina became infected with the giggle-meme as he continued to speak, “but I was referring to your knowledge and your personality.”

The older woman blushed brightly. “I have such a dirty mind.”

Carlos stroked her cheek as he whispered, “And that’s another one of the many things that I appreciate about you,” just before he licked her face. “You are the real thing.” His friend whimpered with pleasure. The young man pressed his body against the older woman. He wiggled his tongue close to her mouth. She took the hint and rolled along. The stud in her mouth tickled him. They both felt his swelling. “I want to do it with you so badly.”

Adelina’s breath nearly escaped her, “Me too.” After years of starvation, her ravenous appetite would be sated. Her tears welled up as she opened herself up to him.

He licked the back of her teeth. “Make me forget her.”

“Yes.” The slow plunge caused Adelina to hum. He simply smiled.

Carlos didn’t want to savor the experience. He wanted to devour passion and fill the emptiness he felt. He was determined to move at the speed of his desire and feast upon the banquet of her body for as long as he could. He wasn’t sure if this pleasure would be forever or for the night, so was determined to get as much as he could get. The young man ogled at the many tattoos on his lover’s body. The mentor wrapped her legs around his hips and caught him in a kiss. Adelina and Carlos rolled around the bed with hyperventilated giggles and groping hands.

Her knowledge of positions and techniques along with his sensitivity and discipline made them a compatible pair. Their knowledge of anatomy and physiology and their genuine friendship made for a fiery and pleasurable amalgam of irrepressible lust and sustainable love. Sinners and saints, hedonists and celibates, foolish geniuses, imperfect perfectionists, polar opposites, yin and yang: They were all these things and more. 

There was a balance between the husband and wife and the melding of two into a circle of darkness and illumination. They melded their minds into collective one consciousness while retaining their individuality. This was enlightenment. This was the face of nothingness and everything. It just was.

Carlos screamed as he felt Adelina tighten and loosen her walls as he took her from behind. He pounded her insides with a constant and fierce rhythm akin to that of a locomotive. When he felt close to reaching his climax, he stopped a waited until he was able to regain control of his bodily functions. He wanted to enjoy this for as long as possible. Adelina impatiently howled, “Don’t stop fucking me. Please keep fucking me. I want to cum so badly.” 

He grinned maliciously and pulled out. She protested loudly until he flipped her over. He dined upon her once again. She grabbed him by the braided horns and screamed, “Yes,” repeatedly. When her back arched violently he licked his lips and re-entered her body.

Adelina forced her lover into a position in which they were both sitting as equals. He held onto her for dear life as she bounced up and down. “You’ve given me faith, hope and love.” She spoke in a thick silky voice that disguised her usual high-pitched squeal. Her words weren’t really addressed to Carlos, yet at the same time, they were. “My God…” They locked their lips and said no more.

Carlos pressed his chest against her breasts. He bounced her until could give her no more. They collapsed and trembled after a barrage of slightly uncoordinated yelps. They fell, exhausted, as they exchanged little pecks, giggles and sweet nothings. She whispered, “I love you so much.” 

As the bliss gradually cleared out of his mind, he felt unnerved by her words. Adelina sensed his anxiety and reassured him. “I know that you’re in love with someone else, but one day, you will be able to move on and understand what we have.” She placidly closed her eyes and sighed, “I will wait for you.” She was too tired to say anything else. 

Carlos smiled as he watched her enter into the peaceful world of sleep. She actually looked beautiful at that moment. Even her sulfur scent was pleasant. He almost swore that he heard Candi’s laughter in the distance.



Yin / Yang



Councilman Jones called for the floor, the Council Chairman granted permission and Councilman Jones spoke, "Ladies and gentlemen of the county council I would like to put forth and propose an amendment to the county charter. County amendment number 157 the 'Defense of Marriage' amendment. Said amendment would define the act of marriage as a contract or union between members of the opposite sex, i.e. 'between a man and a woman' and ban the registration and issuance of marriage licenses to 'couples' not meeting these criteria i.e. 'members of the same sex' within the limits of this county."

Before Councilman Jones could continue his proposal chaos erupted in the council chambers as people opposed to the amendment began shouting down Councilman Jones.

"What do you mean 'couples'?", shouted a man sporting a black t-shirt with the phrase 'Ask me about the secret homosexual agenda' splayed across the front.

Similar phrases and insults began to fly and Deline was wondering if her attendance today might have been a mistake when finally order was restored by the council chairman pounding his gavel in rapid fashion.

"Order! Order! This session will come to order!" The Council Chairman's face had turned blood red as he shouted down the eruption of noise from the amendments opponents.

"Everyone will have a chance to voice their support or opposition to the amendment prior to the vote." Grumblings continued, but significantly muted from their previous volume. "Any further outburst will be met with ejection from the session and your opinion being silenced. So be patient and wait your turn."

While patiently waiting her turn, Deline had an opportunity to listen to the opposition present their case. How can they not see? How can they not know God doesn't want this? Besides homosexuality is a sin and against everything she held dear and so when the time came she approached the microphone and spoke about how this amendment was good for the county and would protect families and the institution of marriage. After a brief pause she was thanked for her response and was asked to take her seat. Deline stepped aside feeling confidant in the presentation of her arguments and took her seat. While she had been speaking she hadn't noticed a young woman had taken the seat next to hers. She was of moderate build, her hair of modest length tied into a pony tail. Her face was plain with no makeup and her clothing that of any typical 'soccer mom', sweat pants and top in a color long since faded from multiple washings. Deline glanced over and gave a curt smile as she sat down. The woman glanced back, and gave a polite nod.

"So do you think the amendment will pass? I sure hope so. All these 'different' people are really starting to worry me about the influence these things will have on our young people."

The young woman stood and faced Deline. Cocking an eyebrow she spoke with a voice born from years of fighting a silent battle, steady and commanding, "I wouldn't know, I'm one of those 'different' people". The woman turned and walked away leaving Deline with an expression of complete puzzlement at what had just transpired.

Funny she didn't look like one of those people she thought. Oh well guess we'll just have to see what happens. Deline turned her attention once more to the proceedings at hand. Eventually it came to a vote and the draft of the amendment passed. Now it would go to a referendum vote, but that wouldn't happen until the next general election a year and a half away. 

...

Councilman Jones dodged the protesters as he made his way from the council chambers towards his office. As he approached he spotted Deline Andersen waiting patiently by the door. She'd been his biggest supporter for this amendment and her church had been instrumental in his re-election this last time, drumming up votes in a flagging conservative constituency within the county.

Deline spotted Councilman Jones as he fought his way through the crowd of people at the end of the hall, his wider than normal girth made maneuvering difficult in the tight confines of the hallway, but he seemed to manage ok. He was an older gentleman with graying hair and a body that hadn't managed to keep up with his younger counterparts on the council, but what he lacked in physical appearance he seemed to make up for with political power. His family had been involved in county politics for at least two or three generations and on more than one occasion had greatly influenced party politics at the higher levels in the state.

"Mrs. Andersen! So good to see you again!" his voice belied his real desire to have his way with her.

"Councilman Jones, how good to see you again as well", Deline greeted him with a polite, but firm handshake before he opened the door to his office.

"Please come in. What can I do for you today?" he asked.

"Well I wanted to know if there was anything else I or my group could do to help in getting this amendment ratified?" she asked. Deline had worked feverously to get the amendment this far and she wasn't about to back down now.

Taking a seat behind his chair he leaned back and rubbed his chin with a thumb and forefinger, "Not sure at this point. It would seem it's up to the electorate now. I have to say though it wouldn't have gotten nearly this far without you and your group's help. There may even be a possibility of this being reviewed higher up within the state legislature if it goes well here. Time will tell. You should probably wait until after the next referendum before making any more noise. Wouldn't want folks to get too spoiled by the publicity this has generated."

"Agreed. I'll have my group back off a bit, so as not to ruin our good fortune so far." Deline could sense this had a chance this time.

"Well again if it passes here then a similar bill will have a better chance at the state level. So far the split is in our favor so anything we can do to firm up that edge will help a great deal." 

"Well like I said we'll back off a bit, but there may be something we can do behind the scenes. Guess we'll just have to wait and see. Goodbye Mr. Jones" As Deline turned and exited the Councilman office, he looked up to imagine his own 'behind the scenes' work he'd like to do with her.

3

"Brrring! Brrring!" Tom's hand flashed out for the telephone receiver on his desk. The phone had been ringing off the hook all week and Tom was really starting to think he might pull his business around and get it back on track. Tom picked up the receiver and spoke smartly into it.

"Anderson Distributors, this is Tom can I help you?"

"I don't know can you? I hope I didn't tire you out after our last encounter" Sarah replied.

Tom's heart skipped a beat as Sarah spoke. He'd been on pins and needles for a week since their last rendezvous waiting to hear what she had planned. Thinking of their last encounter also stirred his cock a bit.

"I think I can manage" he said casually. "So what's up? Did your friend come through? Will she do it?" Just what "it" was Tom had no idea, but he was sure it would work.

"She really didn't have much choice actually since she owed me a big favor from a distant past."

"Really so what do I do?" he asked.

"Tell your wife that since business is looking up you'd like to spend a little on her and the house. Tell her you'd like her to redecorate the house and that the sky's the limit, but she's only to use the interior designer you're going to provide her", Sarah's voice became flat almost business like as she spoke, "I've setup an appointment for her to meet the designer this Friday at 1pm. The designer's name is Nina at Sapphic Interior Designs. The office is located downtown just off the main plaza next to the Haig drug store"

Tom felt elated that Sarah had pulled this through and couldn't wait to get home and get the ball rolling as it were.

"This is perfect since Friday is our anniversary. Is there anything else?" Tom voice cracked a bit from his excitement as he spoke. He'd tried to keep his emotion under control, but just couldn't do it.

"Yes, yes there is." She replied, "You're to show up at the same office at 2pm and ask to see Nina right away. And be sure that you tell Deline you'll meet her there at that time. Don't be late and be prepared for the surprise of your life, because if all goes according to plan, you'll have everything, including me." Sarah said firmly.

"I... I... love you" Tom stammered as he tried get the words out. He'd never said them to Sarah in all the months they'd been seeing each other and now just seemed like the appropriate time.

"I know you do and I love you too and soon we'll be able to have our own life together. We'll meet Friday evening at my place say around seven hmm?"

"Yeah... ok... sure your place at seven. Bye" Tom said as he hung up the phone quickly.

It was just after three on Wednesday and his secretary Justine could handle things from here he thought. I think I'll just go home right now and get this underway.

Tom packed his briefcase, told Justine told "mind the store" and took the rest of the afternoon off.

4

It was too easy he thought to himself as he took the dog out for a walk. Deline was elated since she always liked to dress up the house and try different styles. She had told him she thought he was up to something and was overjoyed that he'd given her this opportunity to redo the house.

Her only disappointment was having the designer already chosen for her. He remembered her words distinctly:

"Tom what if I don't like what this woman has to say? What if I don't like her designs? I mean isn't it a little risky to blindly go with someone we know nothing about? I would at least like to speak with a couple other designers before we decide on whom we should hire." she'd said.

"I know and typically I would agree, but this is special to me and she comes highly recommended from one if my clients. We're supposed to get a cut rate on the work and since we'd be saving money on it I decided to give you cart blanch on what could be done." This was true Sarah was a client even if she was also his lover.

"Well I'd still like to find another designer to consult as well, but I'll see this person first if it will make you happy" She replied solemnly.

"Thank you" was his only answer as he left to walk the dog.

Entanglement

1

Tom was nervous and fidgety the rest of the week. To him Friday couldn't get here quickly enough and when it did it finally arrive it was all he could do to control himself until the appointed hour arrived. He'd already figured out it would take him thirty minutes to get to the designers office so his plan was to take a late lunch and leave around 1:30. His eyes darted furtively to the white-faced clock on his office wall. God only ten o'clock, I've got to find something to do or I'll go insane... God I hope this works he thought...





Yin / Yang



"Do you want to know what's in that box?" Deline shook her head no as Nina continued, "You seemed interested before we came in here? You're sure you don't want to know?" 

Deline once again shook her head no then began to mumble a prayer to herself.

"Pray all you want, but God can't hear you in here let alone help you. Such a pious woman, let me guess... evangelical? Yeah, I thought so. Me I was a Mormon I till I left home and experienced the real world. You'll understand someday I hope." Nina's voice became more commanding, more edgy, the softness all but gone as she spoke.

Deline looked at Nina and then returned to mumbling a prayer only a little bit louder.

"Well let's see what we have in the box why don't we..." Nina walked over and opened the flaps on the box. Deline looked over at the box, but couldn't really see the contents well enough to know what they where.

Nina lifted out a red ball with buckled straps attached to it and placed it on the table. "Ah a personal favorite of mine," she says, "I love ball gags don't you?" Nina's voice took on a mocking tone as she continued to remove more items. Deline continued to mumble her prayer. 

"Let's see... a vibrator oh now that's a classic. Have you ever tried one? No I doubt you have, have you..." Nina raises an eyebrow as she speaks. "Now here's one I know you haven't tried..." Nina removed a three inch long and one inch wide butt plug and placed it on the table. Finally Nina pulled a blindfold from the box, "Well I can guarantee you'll be trying all of them before we're done."

"Cathy, strip for Deline. Let her see how beautiful you are." Nina commanded.

"Yes mistress," Cathy replied and she began to disrobe. Deline closed her eyes, but Nina approached her and slapped her across the face startling Deline into opening her eyes as more tears appeared. Cathy now stood completely naked in front of the other three women. Her breasts stand firm and round, her body shapely with subtle curves. Her pussy neatly trimmed with only a small patch of hair right above her sex. Deline tried to look away, but Nina grabbed her jaw and forced her to look at Cathy.

"Look at her. Isn't she beautiful? You know I've fucked her so many times I can't count, but she always seems to amaze me. Who knows maybe she'll do that for you."

"Cathy, remove her bra and panties, Eve get me two binder clips from the office supply closet." As Eve left the room, Nina handed Cathy a pen knife from her pocket and Cathy moved over to Deline and removed Deline's undergarments as Deline began to sob uncontrollably making her mumbles even more unintelligible.

"How shapely your body is Deline. You must work out regularly. What gym do you use? Maybe I'll start going there myself."

Nina glanced at her watch. It read 1:40. Twenty minutes till Tom arrives. "Well we must move this along shall we?"

"Please..." Deline begged, "What's going on here why are you doing this to me?" Deline continued to plead with Nina, but her pleas fell on deaf ears.

Eve returned at that moment with the binder clips and handed them to Nina.

"Eve return to the front desk" Nina commanded.

"Yes mistress" she replied and left the room.

Nina approached Deline and pinched Deline's nipples hard causing Deline to gasp briefly at the touch.

"Ooh I think she likes that Cathy don't you?"

"Yes mistress, I think she does" she replied.

Nina handed the binder clips to Cathy and took the ball gag from the table. Grabbing Deline's head she pushed the ball into Deline's mouth and reaching around she hooked the buckle and tightened up the straps so tight that Deline winched from the sudden pain. More tears form in the corners of Deline's eyes as she begins to sob uncontrollably.

Retrieving the binder clips, Nina grabbed Deline's right breast and pinched the nipple roughly. A moan escapes through the ball gag and the sobs, "You do like that don't you?" Nina asked. "Now be quiet or I'll put this binder clip on your breast and you wouldn't want that now would you?" 

Deline tried hard to quiet down and just as she thought she'd got herself under control she began weeping again.

"Very well then," Nina spread the clip and applied it to Deline's nipple. Deline screamed against the ball gag from the pain and continued to cry out loud. 

Nina reminded Deline to be quiet or she'll apply the other binder clip to the remaining breast and Deline settled down a bit. Her eyes wide open and tears running down her cheeks.

Nina gently brushes the back of her hand across Deline's face and whispers, "There, there... this part is almost over my dear." She reaches back to the table and picks up the vibrator and turns the knob on one end. A slight buzzing emanated from the sex toy. Grasping it firmly she played it up Deline's left thigh, across her sex and down her right thigh. Moving it back to Deline's sex, Nina ran it back and forth along the folds of Deline's sex, getting it wet with her moisture before shoving up into Deline's cunt. 

Deline gasped at the sudden intrusion of the vibrator, its subtle vibrations now poring through her body. "Hold that for me will you dear," Nina spoke as she stepped back, "and don't let it fall out. If it falls out I'll be very upset."  

Glancing at her watch Nina noticed that it's now two o'clock. Time to begin she says to herself. "It's time."

Deline's tears made it hard for her to see, but her ears hear Nina say "It's time" and suddenly she remembered that Tom was supposed to meet her here and... Oh god! No! No! No! He can't see me like this, he can't. What will he think? He can't possibly believe that I'm into this. Deline struggled in vain against her restraints, but to no avail.

"There, there calm down you don't want to drop that nice toy I just gave you now do you" Nina said softly as she watched the sudden realization cross Deline's face that her husband is about to see her in an extremely compromised position.





Yin / Yang



CRACK! Nina brought the whip down across Deline's backside to make her point. Deline screamed against the gag as the pain ripped through her body.

"You are subordinate to everyone here from me all the way down to my dog. You will address everyone but me as 'Sir' or 'Madam'. You will address me as 'Mistress'. Any other salutation will be punished."

CRACK!

"You will have no possessions whatsoever which includes clothing. This means you'll be naked 100% of the time except during your period and as required by the outside climate. To that end you will be stripped of all body hair on your head and your crotch."

CRACK!

Deline wailed against the gag, screaming as loud as she could in the hope that somebody anybody would hear her and come to her rescue.

"You will speak only when spoken to by a superior, otherwise you will be silent at all times, even during punishment."

CRACK!

"Since you are subordinate you are required to do whatever a superior orders you to do so long as it does not cause you or anyone else physical bodily harm or leave any permanent disfigurement. This is the only time you may refuse an order, but be prepared to pay if you're wrong."

Deline tensed up as she expected to feel the lash of the whip, but it did not come.

"Since you are now a slave, there is nothing you will want to do, henceforth anytime you need to do something you must ask permission. If nobody is present you must wait unless it would put your life in danger."

CRACK! Deline's cries fell on deaf ears as the pain wafted through her body.

"Always expect the unexpected," Nina paused, "You are not allowed outside the house unless accompanied by a member of the household and only if handcuffed and shackled or on a collar and leash."

CRACK!

"To get your name and identity back you must submit to your new position and earn it one letter at a time. A letter gained can also be lost so it pays to be attentive."

CRACK!

"Do you submit to these rules?"

Deline wearily raised her head and with rivers of tears flowing down her face she shook her with a defiant NO.

CRACK!

"ARRRGGGMMMMPPPPHHHHH!" Deline once again screamed through the gag.

"You do realize that you have no status, no rights at all without a name and will always be at the mercy of the other members of the house?"

Deline nodded her head solemnly, before collapsing against the column.

CRACK!

Nina's blow came lighter this time, but heavy enough that Deline jumped from the strike and straightened herself up.

"Well now we come to your punishment for today's transgressions. Remember you peed on my floor and you let the dildo fall from that pretty little cunt of yours. That will be five lashings for each transgression. Since your gagged I won't order you to count, but Cathy would you be so kind?"

"Yes Mistress," Cathy replied.

CRACK! 

"One Mistress, may she please have another?" Cathy tried to hide the mocking tone in her voice as she spoke.

"Yes, yes you may."

CRACK!

Tears flowed like rivers down Deline's cheek as the whip found it's mark with each stroke. Cathy's voice faded as Deline closed her eyes and screamed from the pain searing through her body with each strike.

And then it stopped...

"Take her down" Nina commanded, her voice cutting through the fog 

Cathy and Eve grabbed Deline's arms and lowered her to the cold cement floor next to the pole. The cold concrete was soothing as Deline rolled onto her back.

"You two may go now. You have the evening free to yourselves." Nina waived her hand at the pair as they replied in unison "Yes, mistress" and departed the room.

Deline rolled over and began to crawl towards the door as Nina spoke again, "Well, well I see you still have some fight left in you..." Nina moved to place herself between Deline and the door causing Deline to stop and look up at her tormentor's face. Nina looked into Deline's eyes and for an instant pitied her as she reached down and gently stroked Deline's hair with one hand as she slid the gag aside with her other.

"Now, now if you submit this will stop and we can begin to move forward in your training, hmmm? Wouldn't that be nice?"

Nina's eyes stared warmly into Deline's as Deline tried to forget where she was and desperately tried to wake from her nightmare. Suddenly her backside erupted in pain as Nina slapped her hand down on the abused area of Deline's body.

"I asked you a question and I expect an answer!" The warmth in Nina's voice had disappeared and had been replaced with its cold and indifferent counterpart. Nina replaced the gag, rose and strode toward the door stopping in the threshold and looked back at Deline coldly and spoke, "Since you seem to think you have a choice in this I'll let you in on a secret... you don't, so for tonight you'll go hungry and sleep with the lights on." And with that Deline watched as Nina closed the door and heard the latch softly click shut, leaving her alone in the brightly lit room. As the latch clicked home, her voice hoarse from screaming, Deline shouted through the gag. For anyone listening all that was heard were muffled unintelligible words, but to Deline those words meant identity and defiance. They were "God please help me!" 

3

Tom finished his dinner and helped Sarah clear the table of the dirty dishes. During dinner they'd talked about the days events and he described how he played up everything, even throwing the hot cup of coffee which caused Deline to pee herself. They were giddy like newly weds and the birth of a new romance. Grabbing a bottle of wine they moved to the living room where Sarah turned on the stereo and soft music filled the room as Tom flopped himself down on the soft couch and spread his arms to receive Sarah as she leapt onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close.

"So," Sarah wriggled her hips on Tom's crotch as she placed her arms around his neck, "how about we celebrate the beginning of our new life together, hmmm?"

She leaned in and kissed him hard on the lips, her tongue seeking out his as they danced between them. Slowly she broke the kiss, leaned back and began unbuttoning her blouse.

"Wait, allow me", Tom reached up, slipping the fingers from both hands between two buttons and yanked outward, popping all the buttons off her blouse, exposing her firm supple breasts. Her globes hung free, unbound by a bra, the nipples firm and erect.

"Well, well, aren't we a little feisty this evening?" Sarah pulled off her blouse and threw it on the floor, her face looking like a pouting child, "And that was one of my favorites." 

"Too bad. I'll buy you a new one tomorrow" Tom reached up and began pinching her nipples, first softly and then more firmly, eliciting a moan from her lips.

"Hmm... that's nice," she whispered as she leaned forward and kissed Tom hard, their tongues dancing in the embrace of their lips.

Sarah once again broke the kiss, reached down and loosened Tom's belt and pants. She could feel his erection grow harder and harder as she stoked him through his boxer shorts.

"Hmm, that feels good and I bet it tastes even better," Sarah slid back off Tom's lap as she pulled down his pants and boxers down to the floor and off his feet. Leaning over his lap she played with the tip of his cock, bobbing her head up and down as she engulfed his dick with her lips.

"Hmm", Tom moaned as Sarah took him deep in her mouth and sucked hard on his bulging shaft. She reached around and placed her hands at the sides of his ass gripping it stiffly as she began to pump her mouth faster and faster, skull fucking his cock. Tom began to moan louder and louder as Sarah worked her mouth on his cock squeezing and releasing her lips and tongue against his rock hard shaft. Finally he could take no more and unleashed a torrent of cum in her mouth as he arched his back and released his load down her throat.

Sarah drank it all down and continued to gently massage his cock with her tongue as she worked it in and out of her mouth. After a few minutes she felt him begin to rise to the occasion once again. She continued for a few more minutes until she was satisfied he was hard enough for her pleasure. Standing up, she leaned over and offered her tits to Tom's hungry mouth. Tom reveled in them, taking first one and then the other, dancing his tongue over each nipple before gently biting.

Reaching down, Sarah grabbed his cock and whispered in his ear, "Bet I know where he wants to go?" and with that she turned around and positioned herself over his lap. Reaching between her legs she guided his cock to her pussy lips and gently glided it back and forth across her soft lips before slowly settling down on his lap.

Ooh that feels good she thought as she began to slowly move up and down his shaft. Reaching down between her legs she began to gently caress his balls as she moved. God that feels great! I've been waiting for this all week.

Tom pushed back against her each time she dropped on his cock, forcing himself deeper and deeper with each thrust. Sarah began to bounce faster and faster as she felt the tingles of an orgasm build deep inside. The couch began to creak louder and louder with each bounce until finally just when she thought she could hold back no longer she let out an enormous scream as her orgasm flooded over her. Tom felt a flood splash across his lap as Sarah's orgasm spilled out of her crotch. She collapsed backward against Tom, breathing heavily from the intensity of her orgasm.

"How do you feel now?" Tom whispered as he reached up and tweaked an erect nipple.

"Mm... wonderful, absolutely wonderful." Tom's cock was still protruding deep inside her as she reveled in its fullness.

"You know there's one place he's never gone don't you?" A wicked smile crossed Sarah's face as she uttered the words. Actually Tom wouldn't be the first either, more like the second. Her first experience with anal had been years before and wasn't much to talk about, but with Tom she was willing to try again.

"A true back door man, is that what you want?" he asked.

Sarah poked her cheek with a finger as she spoke, "Mm... could be."

Sarah shifted up and down on Tom's cock to get it good and lubed and then letting out a heavy sigh she lifted up and Tom's cock popped out of her pussy. She reached down between her legs and positioned the bulging head of his cock against her tightly puckered anus. Gently she pushed against it as she relaxed herself, allowing it to penetrate her nether region. Tom groaned as the tightness of her butthole gripped his cock harder than anything he'd ever fucked before nearly causing him to shoot his load early.

Oh! That's different she thought. Her butthole gripped his cock tighter than her cunt ever could. It hurt a little at first, but as she moved up and down on his cock, she relaxed into it even more. Tom reached around and with one hand he began to pinch a nipple as he reached around with the other and fingered her clit. Sarah felt the beginnings of another orgasm, but this time she was determined that Tom was going to unload in her ass.

Tom couldn't believe how tight her ass was around his cock. He wanted to pick up speed as he sensed his own orgasm growing. Faster! He thought, Faster! Tom shoved two fingers into Sarah's cunt as she bounced up and down on his stiff cock. This was too much and she exploded in a wild orgasm all over his hand. He pinched her nipple like a vise and the sudden shock drove her mad as she came.

Sarah was still riding her orgasm as she felt Tom tense up and then grunt loudly as he shot his load deep into her rectum. She continued to ride him, her tight anus milking every drop from him until had grown too limp to stay inside and slipped out. She gently dismounted him and collapsed on the couch next to him in muddled heap. He ran his hand through her hair as he spoke, "Man that was unbelievable! I could never get Deline to do that, EVER!"

"I know," she replied her breath less labored, "That's why I did it. To show you just how far I was willing to go with you if you'd let me." She took his hand and kissed it gently, "But right now I need a little cleanup before we continue. Shall we adjourn to the shower?" And with that she jumped up and bolted for the bathroom, calling out as she ran, "Last one in has to service the other!" Tom jumped up and knowing he'd have his face between her legs soon enough sauntered slowly toward the bathroom.

4

Deline sat against the pole facing away from the door, her knees drawn up to her chest as she prayed to God to release her from her captivity. She heard the door open, but didn't move to acknowledge the sound. Suddenly she jumped up as a bucket of cold water splashed against her back.

"Rise and shine!" Cathy yelled as she briskly entered the room and grabbed the handcuff chain holding Deline's hands together. Cathy wore a blue jumpsuit that fit tightly over her shapely body.

"Get up! I have a lot of work to do today and I'm not going to let some 'shit' slow me down." Cathy lifted the handcuffs up and over the hook on the pole.

Cathy removed the penis gag and Deline immediately began to lick moisture from her arms in a feeble attempt to quench her thirst and remove the taste of Cathy's cunt from her mouth.

SMACK! Deline squealed as Cathy's hand slapped Deline sore ass. "Did I tell you that you could have a drink of water?" Cathy bellowed as Deline shook her head, but otherwise remained silent.

"Well you'll get something to drink soon enough, but first we need to clean you up and out!" A wry smile crossed Cathy's face as she spoke.

"First the inside. Do you have to pee?" Deline nodded her head yes.

"Good and did you have a bowel movement yesterday?" Cathy asked and again Deline nodded her head yes.

"Fine, then spread your legs and pee." Cathy commanded.

Deline looked at Cathy meekly and in a trembling voice spoke, "Plea-, please let me go. Don-, don't make me do this."

"WHAT?" Cathy's voice boomed in the small room. Cathy strode over to Deline and grabbing a nipple she twisted it hard causing Deline to scream as fire ran through her breast.

"Don't you ever talk back to me! You are nothing and don't you forget it! Now pee!" Cathy's voice once again thundered across the room. Releasing Deline's nipple from her grasp Cathy stepped back and once again repeated her command to pee.

Deline seeing she wasn't going to win release decided to relieve her herself as commanded and after relaxing a bit, a stream of hot urine emanated from her crotch, hitting the floor and running away towards the drain. After a minute it stopped and Deline leaned her head against the pole and sobbed.

"Well now that wasn't so bad now was it. You know if you'd just submit to Mistress Nina this would all end and you'd be released from this room?" Cathy's voice was soft as she approached Deline.

"Well we got the bladder empty, but there's still the back end to deal with. I'll be right back, so don't go anywhere." Cathy turned and left the room briefly and then re-appeared pulling a hose with a rounded nozzle attached to the end. Setting the hose down Cathy pulled a pair of rubber gloves from a pocket on her jumpsuit pulled them onto her hands. Deline stared at the hose with wide eyes as she had a feeling that it wasn't going to be used just to rinse her off.

"Now this won't hurt a bit," Cathy said as she picked up the hose and approached Deline's trembling form.

"No, please, don't do this," Deline pleaded with her tormentor.

"SILENCE!" Cathy yelled and Deline shuddered and bit her lip as Cathy placed an arm across Deline's midsection and pulled her away from the pole, putting her off balance and forcing her to push against the pole to hold herself in an upright position. Stepping behind Deline, Cathy reached down and pulled Deline's legs apart exposing the red rosebud of her anus.

"Now let's get you cleaned out shall we? I'm going to fill you up and you're going to hold it until I say to let go. If you let go before I tell you then you'll get twenty lashes from the mistress tonight." Deline trembled as Cathy placed the tip of the nozzle against her anus and pushed. Deline gasped as the nozzle poked its way through and into her rectum. Tears flowed down her cheeks as she lowered her head and sobbed, "Please" was all she could manage through the tears. Cathy ignored Deline's begging and slowly turned on the water. Deline felt the cold water filling her backside making her very uncomfortable and making her squirm against the pole. After about ten seconds Cathy turned the water off and yanked the nozzle out, eliciting a loud gasp from Deline.

Deline struggled to hold the water in as she stood with her legs spread. It reminded her of her childhood and how she used to do a pee-pee dance when she had to go to the bathroom.

Cathy stood back and watched as Deline danced against the pole trying desperately to hold back the pressure building in her ass. The pain of holding it in was becoming more than Deline could bear and just when she thought she could hold on no longer her tormentor spoke, "You want to let go don't you?" the mocking tone of Cathy's voice cut deep.

A faint "Please" was all Deline could muster as she desperately tried to hold back the water struggling to escape her nether region.

Cathy quickly approached Deline and swiftly smacked Deline's ass before stepping back, taunting her to let go and relieve her torture. Deline bit her lip as she tried to hold on against the pressure building inside her rectum. Please God she thought. Please save me from this torment. 

Suddenly she felt a trickle of fluid running down the inside of her right leg and just as quickly she knew the battle was lost and released her hold on the water. A torrent of water suddenly burst from Deline's anus and sprayed the floor at her feet, covering her legs with the stench of her own effluent.

"Well, well the Mistress is not going to like this at all", a wicked smile plied across Cathy's face as she approached her subject. Deline leaned against the pole, a look of relief on her face despite the smell that emanated from the floor around her feet. 

Cathy picked up the hose and began to spray Deline with cold water, rinsing the remains towards the drain in the middle of the floor. She then reached into a pocket and withdrew a bottle of liquid soap and dropped it at Deline's feet. Reaching up she unhooked Deline from the pole, "Lather up! We'll need that behind spick and span when the Mistress applies her whip! Wouldn't want it to get dirty now would we?" 

Deline, her arms tired from being held aloft, slowly reached down and picked up the bottle of soap and squeezed a small portion into her hand. She dropped the bottle and began lathering it across her chest and abdomen. Self-consciously she tried to cover herself as she cleaned her breasts and turned away from Cathy's gaze. 

"Hey, don't turn your back on me!" Cathy stepped towards Deline and as she did so her hand produced a loud SMACK as it connected with Deline butt cheek. The imprint of a hand appeared on the cheek as Deline turned to face her tormentor, an expression of pain on her face. Deline cast her eyes away as she continued to work the soap on her body till finally when it appeared she was completely covered in soap Cathy picked up the hose and began rinsing Deline off, paying close attention to the area around her crotch and behind.

As the last of the soap trickled down the drain, Cathy removed another bottle from her overalls and dropped it again at Deline's feet. This time it was unmarked giving no hint as to its contents only the white color showing through the bottle. Deline reached down and picked it up, "Wha- what i-s thi--s?" her voice shaky from being cold and naked.

"It's a special conditioner" Cathy replied. "Squeeze some out and work it into your hair on your head and in your crotch."




Yin / Yang



Deline squeezed some of the liquid into the palm of her hand and began to work it into the hair on her head and when she thought she had it worked in good she then did the same for her crotch. After a minute or so she felt a burning sensation in both locations and as she reached up to scratch her head Cathy stepped forward, grabbed the handcuff chain and swiftly put it up over the hook on the pole. Deline struggled and squirmed as the burning sensation grew, like a sun burn gone wild. She saw the pole as a relief against the burning and began to rub her crotch against it, grinding her pussy as hard as she could to stop the burning.

"Ok that's enough," Cathy stepped forward and began rinsing Deline off with the hose. The cold water was again a shock and brought final relief to the burning that Deline so desperately desired as it ran down her body. She twisted against the pole as Cathy brought more water to bear against her crotch. The water felt smoother than normal as it flowed across her body. Deline looked down to see that her crotch was now hairless and watched stunned as Cathy aimed the water at her head. Deline watched in horror as her blond hair fell away from her head and flowed towards the drain. She began to sob as she rubbed her head against her arms, the sudden feeling of baldness against her skin. The sensation was as alien to her as the situation in which she now found herself and she only wished it would end.

Deline watched as what remained of her hair flowed toward the drain, directed by Cathy's nimble use of the hose. She cried harder and closed her eyes in a forlorn hope that this nightmare would end. She began to mumble a prayer as she sobbed and slumped against the pole in despair.

"Please," her voice cracked as she spoke, "Please, le- let me go."

"Sorry babe, but the Mistress has other plans", Cathy turned and left the room dragging the hose behind her, slithering as it went like a serpent following its master. A moment later Cathy returned with a devious smile crossing her face. Grabbing the handcuff chain, she unhooked Deline from the post and guided her over to a nearby wall. For the first time Deline noticed two eye bolts about five feet off the floor and about four feet apart. Directly in front of the wall about four feet out in the floor were two more eye bolts about three feet apart.

Cathy unlocked the cuff on Deline's left hand, quickly securing it to the leftmost eye bolt on the wall. Deline frantically tried to comprehend what this was about as Cathy moved about her securing her remaining appendages to the other eye bolts. Standing to one side Cathy reached into her jumpsuit for one last item, "Well I'd say you look pretty cute standing there, but you're missing one last item." Opening up the hood she placed it over Deline's head and ran the zipper down the back to secure it. Turning Deline's head she checked the hole placement to make sure Deline could breath before slapping Deline's ass and exiting the room leaving Deline standing on the balls of her feet, off balance with her hands pressing against the wall. 

A slight whimper was heard as a slow trickle of a tear ran from under hood before her head slumped against her arm in despair. 

5

Cathy and Elizabeth stood at rapt attention before their mistress as she explained how the subject would be treated over the next several days. A monitor on Nina's desk showed Deline struggling to keep herself upright since Cathy had positioned her a couple hours earlier. A soft whimper occasionally escaped the monitor's speaker.

"Deline is to be given water every eight hours and the only food she'll get is the liquid nourishment delivered at the same time. Break the detail into shifts and have a schedule to me before her next feeding at 6pm this evening." Nina sat coolly behind her desk, her fingers locked together and her elbows resting on the desk itself.

"Under no circumstances is the hood to be removed for any reason. Use a squeeze bottle to feed and water her. Cathy," Cathy pushed her chest out at the mention of her name, "you're in charge of cleaning her once a day and ensuring the room is kept sanitary. This is your additional punishment for twisting her breast during your earlier visit with her." Cathy had already received her first punishment earlier in the form of ten lashes from Nina's flogger, but the mention of this new 'responsibility' made her slouch a bit. 

"Let me be clear", Nina's voice became very stern, "there is to be nothing sexual done to her at this time. If either of you touch her in a sexual manner I will deal with you personally."

Nina stood and strolled over to where the two women were standing in front of her desk and stood behind them. Leaning her head in between the two women she whispered, "See I know your worst fears and I will make them come true if you disobey me." The eyes of both women went wide when she spoke this. For Cathy she feared men or more specifically a man's penis and what came out of it. She hated the smell, the taste, the feel of semen and became violently ill when it was introduced to her. Ever since a date rape in high school Cathy had sought refuge in the arms of women as a submissive to avoid men. Elizabeth on the other hand craved the life of a submissive so much that once when a previous mistress refused to dominate her anymore she tried to kill herself. Even in the hottest weather she wore a turtleneck to hide the scars.

Stepping back around to her desk Nina continued, her voice taking on a more commanding tone, "Each day a new sound effect will be introduced to disturb her sleep pattern and keep her awake. Start with the sound of dripping water tonight and let it go until tomorrow morning, after that let's go with power tools, fluorescent bulb hum, and clock ticking. Also try the sound of banging doors and porn movies. Mix and match them every so often."

Nina sat in her chair and leaned back resting her elbows on the arms of the tall leather chair her finger tips lightly dancing against each other as she stared at the monitor.

"Mistress?", Cathy spoke her voice a bit nervous, "What will become of her?"

Nina wrinkled her brow as she spoke, "That is up to her Cathy, that is up to her..."

5

Drip, drip... Drip, drip, drip... Drip...

Deline had lost track of all time and struggled to keep her body upright despite the pull of gravity. Pain wracked her feet, arms and neck. She'd barely slept and the mush they fed her barely took the edge off her hunger and every time they bathed her the water was ice cold. She couldn't see at all through the hood they put over her head and the only openings available were for her mouth and nose.

Please Lord, release me from this bondage! Oh God who is merciful in heaven please see fit to rescue me from these barbarians... Tears no longer flowed, her tear ducks empty and the occasional whimper had become whispers of prayer and wonderings of Tom. Has Tom notified the police? Why hasn't anyone tried to find me? How could Tom possibly believe I'm a... a... fag!

 

She could barely think the word let alone say it. It turned her stomach to think about homosexuality. To her homosexuals, more specifically lesbians, were an abomination, an evil that needed to be given the harshest penalties allowed and after all, the Bible said so.

Her bladder suddenly reminded her of another of life's daily routines and with gentle ease she let lose a stream of urine. It hit the floor and pooled at her feet, the strong, pungent smell of ammonia wafted upward to curl her nose. She tried to move her feet out of the way, but the urine spread too much making all attempts at avoiding it futile.

Please God, please...

"Well, well" an unfamiliar voice echoed through the room. A man's voice? She thought.

"Wh... who are you? Have you come to help me?" her voice trembled as she spoke.

"Hmm, not quite" the voice replied. "I'm nobody in particular, but yet someone of importance."

Who could it be? She didn't recognize the voice and frantically searched her memory for some hint of recognition.

"Wh... why are you here?" again her voice unsteady as she spoke.

"No reason in particular. Why are you here?" he asked.

Deline craned her head and tried to speak...

...

Nina watched as Deline relieved herself, the warm urine pooling on the floor at her feet. It had been three days since Deline had arrived and Nina was wondering if she'd underestimated Deline's stamina and determination. So far she hadn't broken, but Nina had a feeling that Deline couldn't hold out much longer.

Nina turned back to her paperwork and tried to concentrate on the affairs of the house and her thriving business. Despite her tough exterior Nina had a soft spot for her new sub, it reminded her of where she'd grown up. Nina had been married to a polygamist when she was 18 years old and had become his 5th wife. At the time she was just coming into her own sexually and the church organization her parents belonged too believed in strict adherence to the Bible, with special emphasis on the Old Testament. While Nina believed all she was taught, in her heart she felt she was different and by her 19th birthday was having trouble reconciling how she felt about the relationship between a man and a woman and what her community had taught her from the Bible. That very same year her "husband" and his first wife found her and his third wife in bed in a "compromising" position that allowed each to pleasure the other. The result was the third wife being publicly flogged before a meeting of the congregation. For Nina the result was much the same except her flogging was private and so severe it nearly killed her.

Shortly afterward when she'd regained her strength she fled the state and vowed never to return. The world she encountered was a far different place than what she'd experienced in the religious community where she'd grown up and she had to find her way quickly. She'd got a job at a design firm as an administrative assistant while working her way through college. There she met Sarah and they'd become good friends. During this time Nina also came to terms with her sexuality and declared herself a lesbian for life. She'd also developed a fascination with domination and began frequenting BDSM bars near the college. One night while visiting a "normal" bar she had a run in with a drunk man that in the end left the drunk man critically injured and her in police custody. Sarah's family being politically connected at the time, worked behind the scenes and got the charges dropped thanks to Sarah's adept ability at spinning tall tails.

While Nina was thankful for the "help" Sarah had provided, she realized that she'd put herself in the position of being subservient once again to another person. After a short period of time she quietly distanced herself from Sarah's friendship and moved a couple hours away to build a new life and start her own design business. While building her business she also continued to hone her skills in domination selecting both Cathy and Elizabeth to be subs and live with her at the mansion. 

Though she never found someone to love she found Cathy and Elizabeth satisfactory in pleasing her physical needs. Still, lately she found even that wasn't enough to satisfy her. Though she loved both of them, she still felt she needed someone to be with her as her lover and confidant not necessarily as a sub. 

...

"So you were kidnapped and for no apparent reason and are now being tortured by someone you've only recently met?" he asked, his voice non-descript.

"YES!" she screamed.

"Now was that a prayer I heard you mumbling earlier?" his voice had become more light and inquisitive.

"Yes!" her voice dropping in volume as she tried to steady her trembling body.

"Do you think God will save you from this trial?"

"Ye –ss."

"Why? What makes you think God will deliver you from this test?"

"Be, be- cause the Bi- ble says God will sa- ve those who be- lieve in him" A cold shiver ran through her body as she spoke, sprouting gooseflesh as it traveled from head to toe.

"Oh. So the Bible says that those who believe in him will be saved by him during times of trouble?"

"Yes, because it's the word of God..." Her voice trailed off as she attempting to steady herself against the exhaustion threatening to overwhelm her.

"Interesting..." the voice paused for a moment and then continued, "What makes you believe it's the word of God?"

"Be-, because that's what I... I... was told and be- sides it's in the Bible."

"Really? And you believe everything you're told? Everything you read?"

"I... I... don't know..." A sense of helplessness crept into her voice as she realized the voice, this person, was not going to help her escape only question her beliefs. 

"You don't know? Hmm... sounds a little shaky for someone hoping God will come save them. I must go now, but we'll talk again soon."

"No! Please don't leave me! Help me please!" Her cries went unanswered for as quickly as the voice had arrived, it disappeared. 

Deline wept as her head sank against her left arm. She closed her eyes and attempted to sleep as she tried to keep herself upright on numb limbs. As she closed her eyes a fog enveloped her mind.

...

Who am I? Where am I? Is there anybody out there?

Who are you?

I'm Deline.

You can't be Deline. I'm Deline!

Are you sure?

YES!

How do you know I'm not Deline?

Because I'm Deline! Who was my first kiss? 

Bobby Johnson, 1st grade. He kissed us on the left cheek. We were embarrassed and our face turned beet red.

LIAR! It was Trent Gilespie in 3rd grade!

If you say so, but I distinctly remember Bobby Johnson in 1st grade. I should know because I'm you and you're me.

You are not me! What was my first bike?

Our first bike was a Schwinn girls 5 speed with a banana seat and chopper handle bars. It was pink. Dad gave it to us when we were eight years old.

LIES! STOP TELLING LIES!

Our first period came after we turned 10 years old.

STOP! 

Our first bra at age 12. Our first R rated film 14, we snuck in through the exit door. 

STOP!

Our first alcoholic drink was after graduation, in our bedroom, with Mary Winston and Shelly Hargrove. We drank Old Grand Dad 101. This lead to Mary giving us our first French kiss and the taste of another woman until our father caught us with her hand up our shirt. We remember what happened after that...

STOP! HOW DO YOU KNOW THESE THINGS! She remembered what her father had done. He'd thrown her friends out and called them children of the devil trying to corrupt his daughter. She tried to protest, but it only got worse. She was hauled off to see the preacher and was locked in a room with him for two whole days while he professed the ways of the Lord and made her swear to 'Almighty Jesus!' that she would walk in his path forever more. After two days she found out her parents had enrolled her to an all girls Christian college nearby and wouldn't let her out of their sight until she graduated. Her father also beat her viciously with a belt that same night trying to "straighten" his daughter out and just about every week there after. A pain she felt every day.

I know them because you know them, because we are one in the same. We are Deline. But soon we will not be Deline...

What?

...

GONG!!!

A bell sound echoed through the room and startled Deline from her fog. She craned her head back and tried to focus her thoughts. We are Deline. But soon we will not be Deline. The voice echoed in her head as she tried to remain standing on numb feet and legs.

Click, Click. Click, Click, Click. 

Tap. Tap, Tap, Tap. Tap.

"STOP! IT!" she cried out as the noises penetrated her soul grating on her already frayed nerves.

"Come, come. You need to learn to relax more." Out of the darkness the voice returned.

"Please help me!" Deline now struggled against the tide of exhaustion that swept her body. She no longer felt the pain in her limbs. It was as if her body was floating in mid air above the cold concrete floor of her prison.

"I can no more help you than you can help yourself. I thought God was going to save you?"

"He will." Her voice drained of emotion as she began to resign herself that this person would never help her escape.

"Interesting indeed. So you still cling to that notion do you?" his voice effused with sarcasm.

"Y-es..." Her voice trembled as she spoke. Even she was beginning to doubt her beliefs given the circumstances.

"So you would cling to a belief that requires your complete subjugation?"

"What? Wha-t are you talking a-bout?"

"Well your faith for starters. You would cling to the belief that your God will save you yet this is the same God that binds you in servitude to men?"

"No. No it doesn't! God loves me! He gave his only son for my sins!" Desperation crept into her voice as she tried to steady her emotions.

"He did? Hmm let's see, 'I will greatly multiply thy sorrow and thy conception; in sorrow thou shalt bring forth children; and thy desire shall be to thy husband, and he shall rule over thee.' Genesis 3:16. Seems pretty straight forward to me, the Bible says you're subservient to men. As for giving his only son for your sins, well the jury's still out on that."

"That's not true!"

"Says so right here in the Bible."

"But, but...I've always believed..." Warm tears flowed down her cheeks as she wept.

"You need to let go. Ah, once again my time is up."

"No don't leave me!" Deline screamed till her voice gave out. Don't leave me...

6

Why do you resist?

What? Where have you been? Who are you?

I am you. You are me. We are Deline, but soon we will not be Deline.

You keep saying that. Why?

Because soon I will take your place and you will submit.

NEVER!

We shall see...

A puff of cool air tickled her skin as the door to her room opened. Deline craned her head to see what she could not as the door opened and Cathy and Eve entered the room. 

"Wake up! Time to go!" Cathy yelled as she strolled into the room. "The mistress wants you in another room and there's no time to waste!" 

Deline collapsed against her restraints, her mind awash with thoughts of her conversations with the strange man. I must believe. God will save me. Please God save me...

Cathy and Eve lifted Deline under her arms and proceeded to unhook her from the wall and the floor. Gently they carried her from the room and across the hall to another room. Still wearing the mask Deline could not see the contents of the room, but the temperature was slightly warmer than her previous location.

As they entered the room Nina stood leaning against a support column in the middle of the room on their left. She stood there twirling a black leather flogger as she watched Cathy and Eve bring Deline into the room. On the far side of the room was a giant X with restraints located at all four points of the cross. They carried Deline over to the X and secured each of her limbs to a corresponding restraint. When they finished they retreated to the Nina's left side and squatted on the floor next to her.

"Well we meet again. Now that you've had time to think about my previous conditions, do you have anything to say?"

Deline remained silent as thoughts raced through her mind. Why am I here? Why are they doing this to me? How could Tom believe I'm gay? I need sleep. I need out of here... I need...

CRACK! PAIN!

Nina stepped forward and brought the flogger down across Deline's chest. Deline screamed in agony as the leather bit her flesh, red welts already appearing where the leather had struck home on her breasts.