0 comments/ 133585 views/ 50 favorites Descendant of Baccus Pt. 01 By: zazupitz To all who read and commented on A World Of My Own, thank you. Your feedback was greatly appreciated. For those who asked that I continue that story I must apologize. I just kind of lost track of the plot and I just haven’t been able to get it back. Maybe this time will be better. All comments are welcome. Any advise on how to be a better writer will be accepted with great appreciation. Please vote and comment. Chapter 1: The Blessing & Rebirth If you could have anyone you wanted, whenever you wanted, anywhere you wanted them, would you feel blessed? Well, I could and I did feel blessed. But for every blessing there is a price to pay and the full cost is never really know until it’s incurred. I grew up in a fairly normal way in a mid-sized city nestled in the mountains of Tennessee. I was sandwiched between two sisters, one a year older and the other a year younger. Both are absolutely gorgeous but I’ll save the detailed description for later. Our Mom married and started having children at 16 so she is still fairly young and has kept herself in excellent shape. But, it’s her personality that is the real measure of her. She infects all around her with a feeling of warmth and joy. Her openness and sense of humor light up any room and her stunning good looks, though understated, draw everyone into her joyous circle. Dad was in many ways exactly like Mom. Folks just wanted to be around him and as a child it seemed perfectly natural to see folks drawn to him like moths to a flame. I had no idea then, just why he drew such attention. All I knew is we were treated more like royalty then seemed natural and I loved it. It was late August when our world was shattered. Dad loved piloting small planes and at 15 he began teaching me to fly. It was a consuming experience to be able to take control and fly with the birds. We spent hours together soaring through the skies over Tennessee, testing the limits of our plane and just enjoying the freedom of life among the clouds. This was one of those glorious days where the bright blue sky seemed limitless. Not a single cloud marred the infinite beauty on this day and we were soaring and diving like eagles. The aircraft was responding like it was a part of us as we threaded our way through a series of narrow mountain passes and our exhilaration was at its peak when it suddenly happened. The gods must have thought we were having just a bit too much fun. Clear air turbulence is nothing new to any seasoned pilot and Dad certainly was at least that experienced, but this was different. This was vicious. An angry god reached down and delivered a full throttle punch to the solar plexus. Suddenly the air was gone. Suddenly the sky turned black. Suddenly my world was shattered. It was two years before I returned to the world of the living. It was two years lost and not a single memory beyond the Moment we hit the ground. I had been comatose and Dad was gone. No one was really sure why I wasn’t dead as well and there were more than a few times I’d wished I were. How can I possibly explain this? In an instant I went from soaring with eagles next to a father I adored to being bed ridden and fatherless and this instant lasted two years. But remember, I was blessed. For the next year I endured the most rigorous rehabilitation. I had to learn from scratch how to control my body. Muscles that had been toned and perfectly functional were now turned to mush. Each day brought new challenges and each day was thankfully blessed with new successes. Mom and my sisters guided me, and prodded me and rebuilt my spirit and love of life. Two of my favorite teachers volunteered to help me catch up on my education and by the end of the year I was, quite remarkably, so far ahead that I was able to enter college a junior. By the time of my 19th birthday I was back to being me and more, and that’s when I began to become aware of my true blessing. I also began to become aware of a certain lack of inhibition. Ms. Cavanaugh was one of those teachers that had brought me through my ordeal. At 36, she had been married and divorced and had no children. She stood at 5 foot 5 and was a very fit 110 pounds. Her hair was naturally streaky blond, lustrous and long. Her body was perfectly proportioned, with firm 36c breasts, thin waist and a near perfect heart-shaped ass. With each passing day my strength grew alongside my lustful fantasies. I was almost totally inexperienced before the accident. I had had a girlfriend but we’d never gotten past second base. I’m not even sure I knew where second base was. Having missed my formative years should have left me somewhat clueless even now but I was being guided by some supernatural influence that left me certain of exactly what I wanted and Ms. Cavanaugh had everything required to satisfy those desires. Having realized what I wanted I began to notice certain signs that seemed to suggest Ms. Cavanaugh knew what I needed and wanted to meet my needs. I also began to wonder how much of what I thought I was detecting as desire was just my over active imagination projecting. Were her light strokes along my arms and neck just simple friendly caresses or were they a window into her lustful heart? Was she brushing past me so I could get a sense of how firm her breasts were or was she just trying to pass by while I was being inconsiderate in not stepping aside? These and other doubts clouded my conscious thoughts while my inner self became more and more confident that I was correctly reading her true desires. Remember that growing lack of inhibition I mentioned earlier? I realized the only way to test the truth of my observances was to be direct and I felt totally free to do exactly that. I had just gotten a series of college entrance offers and with little surprise, I was accepted and offered scholarships to all those I applied to. In fact, I received two from colleges I had not applied to. It was time to celebrate and all the folks who had helped with my recovery were invited to join the festivities. It was August again and a perfect day for a party in the backyard. We set out tables around the pool, hired a band, booked one of the areas best caterers and hired a few local folks with bartending talent. As much as I was looking forward to the party it was only second on my list of the day’s priorities. I decided this was the day I was going to loose my virginity and Ms. Cavanaugh was going to be my loyal assistant. She arrived right on time and was looking radiant in her yellow flowered sundress with spaghetti straps and a v-cut above her breasts to show just the right amount of cleavage. The dress was cut short, displaying her near perfect legs and falling just below the downward curve of her perfect ass. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail and her makeup was subtly enticing. In short, she was a vision and I was a horny 19-year-old virgin. It was time to make things right in the world. “Hey Ms. Cavanaugh, how’s it going.” I took her in my arms and hugged her more intimately than I had ever done before. There was a certain sparkle in her eyes as I released her, took her hand and lead her toward the pool and Mom. “I’m doing great Kenny. Congratulations. I knew you were going to get lots of offers. But, once again you amaze me. I never thought you would get so many and all with full scholarships. You are remarkable.” “So are you Savannah.” She hesitated for a second, as this was the first time I had ever called her by her first name. We had reached Mom and both women greeted each other warmly and Mom once again thanked her for all her help. The two had become very close friends over the past year. In fact, Mom had told me more than a few times that they had become more like sisters. I was impatient. I had needs that had to be satisfied and Mom and Savannah had all day to talk. “Mom, I need to talk to Savannah for a bit. We’re going to go up to my room. Keep everyone happy until I come back.” Mom hesitated for a Moment while Savannah just seemed to get this puzzled look. “Try not to be too long Kenny, Remember, you’re the guest of honor.” I took Savannah’s hand once again and started to lead her back to the house. “What is it that we need to talk about? Is there a problem? “ She seemed truly concerned rather than taken aback by my directness. “Nothing terrible, I promise. I’ll explain inside.” I quickened my pace and before she knew it we were in my room and I had closed the door. “Savannah, there is one last thing I need you to help me with and for this particular problem I can’t imagine a better person to help me through this.” I was remarkably calm as I led her to my bed and drew her down to sit with me. “You know me Kenny. I’ve been helping you for a year now and I have loved every minute of it. Tell me how I can help and you know I’ll do whatever I can.” “You’ve been great I can’t imagine having found a better tutor. The proof is in that pile of acceptance letters on my desk. But, there’s one more thing I need to learn and I want to learn it with you.” I think it was starting to dawn on her but she was not going to volunteer. She seemed to suddenly become a shy little girl. I was going to have to tell her what I wanted and I had no qualms about doing exactly that. “I am a 19-year-old virgin who is horney as hell and you are a beautiful and sexy women who I have be fantasizing about for a long time now. I want you and need you to teach me how to be as good a lover as I am a student.” She looked like a deer caught in the headlights. She just stared at me with her mouth hanging open for what seemed like forever. I knew I had to wait for her to respond but the wait was excruciating. I almost jumped too soon. She stammered the first few words before she gained some control. “Kenny, I don’t know what to say. I mean I’m flattered that you think I’m beautiful and that you want me to be your first lover. I guess I should have seen it coming. I can be so blind sometimes. But this isn’t right. I’m much older than you and I don’t think your Mom would think very much of me if I did what you’re asking. She trusts me to do what’s right for you and I don’t want to betray that trust. I’m sorry Kenny, but this is something I don’t think I can do for you and I’m really scared that you are going to hate me for not helping.” While I was listening to her tell me how she couldn’t help me I also became aware of a totally different conversation. This conversation was happening on a totally different plane it was so contrary to what my ears were hearing that I thought I was hallucinating. That was until I began to see signs of a physical response that seemed to mirror what this alternate conversation was relaying. This alternate conversation went something like this: “Jeez if he only knew how I’ve fantasized about him. How many times have I cum at the end of my own fingers wishing it were his cock instead. I’m getting wet just thinking about it. God, he’s gonna see my nipples getting hard and he’ll know. If he took me in his arms right now and hugged me like he did before I’d melt and do whatever he asked. I wish I could just let go.” Those physical sings were exactly as the alternate voice described. Her nipples were now visible thought the material of her dress and a crimson hue was now spreading from her face to her neck and chest. Was I reading her mind? Were we somehow connected? These questions could wait. Right now I needed to be uninhibited. I pulled her to me and kissed her full on the lips and after just the slightest hesitation she gave in. As her lips parted my tongue began to dance gently and slowly across her teeth and as the teeth parted my tongue snaked it’s way into her mouth seeking out her tongue. It didn’t take but a second for our tongues to meet and begin their mating ritual. I was savoring the warm, sweet taste of her mouth when I realized my left hand had found a will of it’s own and was now caressing the side of her right breast. I became aware of this as the result of the little moan that escaped her as my hand found its mark. I tore myself away from that sweet mouth to explore her face, neck and shoulders with my lips as I took her breast fully in hand and began gently massaging it. Her nipple was like a small stone and goose bumps began dotting her arms as I took her nipple between my fingers and began to gently roll and tweak it. I think I figured out where second base is. My right hand was now finding some purpose as it slowly lowered the zipper at the back of her dress and then eased each spaghetti strap off her shoulders. As her dress fell away I laid her down and allowed my kisses followed its fall and began exploring each breast and all the areas around them. They were marvelous; firm, lightly tanned (no tan lines but that didn’t register just yet), and capped with areolas the color of rouge and nipples that were firm and standing proudly. I slowly worked my way to each nipple, first teasing it with the tip of my tongue and eventually suckling it between my teeth and stroking it with the full length of my tongue. Her breathing quickened, as her hands drew my head into each breast, urging me to persevere. It seemed that she wanted more pressure; more contact, a higher level of intensity so I took each nipple between my teeth and began to nibble and tweak each. My fingers worked the other nipple so neither was being denied. That was when it happened. Her arms flung out from her sides as each hand grabbed at the bedspread. Her back and neck arched up and her eyes began to flutter closed. Her breath suddenly caught and her body seemed to be jolted by some unseen force several times. Each new jolt brought a grunt and moan from deep down in her throat until she finally collapsed and started breathing again. I made her cum and I felt like a king. It took a while for her to regain some of her composure and all the while I lay next to her and gently stroked her breasts. I figured it would be a good idea to keep up at least moderately stimulated or I would loose the advantage I had gained. “Kenny, that was amazing! I have never had an orgasm like that. I mean, of course I’ve had orgasms but never just from someone playing with my breasts. You have to be kidding me. There’s no way that was the first time. “ “Savannah, I swear that was the first time and it was great. I was just doing what seemed natural. Now, are you going to help or not.” Without another word she slid off the bed and settled between my legs. With practiced fingers she undid my belt, unbuttoned my pants and lowered the zipper. She deftly fished my cock out of my pants, drew my underwear below my balls and began kissing the head. I was hard as stone and already seeping a bit of precum, which she quickly licked clean before taking the head of my cock in her mouth. What a rush. Her hot mouth on my hard cock was almost too much. I was grasping for some measure of control and I was barely holding on. She seemed to sense the tension in my balls and pulled back. She spent the next 5 minutes kissing and licking every swollen inch of my cock and balls and even ventured down to my anus where her tongue tickled and danced lightly over my asshole. It was heaven and a blessing. While I enjoyed every second of her oral attention it help reduce the urgency I felt to cum so when she finally took me back in her mouth I was free to just enjoy. She slowly worked my cock into her mouth one inch at a time until she met my pubic hair and I could feel her throat grasping at the head of my cock. That’s when she started to bob up and down in long luxurious strokes, all the while running her tongue in small circles around the underside of my staff. I was loosing it again and again I was grasping for some control over the inevitable. Again she sensed the tension building and again she pull her mouth off my cock. However, this time was different. “Don’t hold back Kenny. Let me make you cum. Let yourself go. I want to taste your cum. Please, let go for me.” And with that said, she plunged back down the full length and my cock head was once again in the grasp of her throat. She took my balls in one hand and with the other she began to massage my asshole. I was a lost soul. There was no controlling this onslaught. She wanted my cum and I wanted to give it to her so I took her head in my hands and began pumping my cock in and out of her mouth. That’s all it took. It came on me in a flash of white light and before I knew what hit me I exploded. The first long rope of cum went straight down her throat. I was still pumping so the second rope laced her tongue. The third and forth were in her throat again and the final dribble fell just inside her lips. She swallowed every drop and kept sucking until she was absolutely certain she had gotten all of it. “Wow” was all I could say. I was stunned into a profound sense of peace and wonderment. I had my first blowjob and it shook me to my very core. How much better could this get? How much more intense would fucking her pussy be? I was still hard when she pulled away, stood before me and hugged my head to her chest. “That was great Kenny, Thank you. I’ve actually wanted to do that for a long time but I was afraid it would ruin everything if I told you. You tasted so good and you came so hard I couldn’t help myself. I know you wanted more but I just couldn’t hold back. I really needed to taste your cum. I needed to fell you explode in my mouth. Please don’t tell anyone but I’ve always had a thing for blowjobs. It just makes me wild.” It made me pretty wild as well. Now that my breath had returned talking was again an option. “It was so intense I thought my whole head was going to explode. I never imagined it would be that intense. And I’m still hard so we can do plenty more.” “Jeez, you’re a devil. You really are still hard. God. Listen, I’ll do everything you’ve been dreaming about but for now I think we better head back down to the party before folks start wondering if we’re ever going to return.” I looked at my watch and was amazed to discover we had been at it for almost an hour. We really did need to get back to the party but before I went anywhere I need to do something about this hard on. There was no way it was going to remain discreetly tucked away in my pants given its current state. “Why don’t you go ahead and I’ll follow in a bit. I think I need a quick shower.” “Ok but don’t be too long. Oh, and one more thing, Please promise we’ll keep this just between us. I would die if your Mom found out.” “Ok, I’ll keep the secret but you need to promise me something. Before this day is out I want all of you. I’ll be discreet but I am going to find an opportunity to pull you away at some point today. When I do, just trust me and promise you’ll come along.” She didn’t hesitate… “I promise”, and with that and a quick kiss she ran off to the bathroom to fix herself up. I headed to the other bathroom to do the same and before long we were both back to a party that was in full swing. Everyone we invited and a few more were there, the music was rocking, the dance floor was overflowing and the pool was one huge tangle of bodies in bathing suits. I found Mom with her current boyfriend who I kind of liked. He was nothing like my dad but he was decent and Mom seemed to be really happy with him so he was Ok with me. He also help quite a bit during my rehabilitation and he was the one that set up my gym. He helped me build an exercise program and worked out with me on a regular basis. His efforts had me toned and actually looking better than I did before the crash so I was pretty appreciative. Mom grabbed my hand and asked, “Where have you been? Everyone’s been asking about you. Is everything Ok?” “It’s fine Mom. I just needed to talk through some things. Don’t worry. I’m fine. In fact, I’m great.” I was great. In fact, I was better than great. I just had my dick sucked for the very first time and before the day was out I was going to have that very same dick warmly ensconced in a beautiful pussy that was just waiting to be invaded. But for now, it was time to party. Descendant of Baccus Pt. 01 Chapter 2: Let The Boy Become A Man The party was going at full tilt. The music’s baseline was plowing through the air and everyone was being affected. Those that weren’t dancing were tapping, bopping or swing to the beat. The drinks were flowing and the food seemed to be a real hit as well. What I liked best was the tables were abandoned. I always know a party is cooking when no one is sitting and that was the case now. Mom and Jake were dancing very close and looking very hot. I instinctively knew I shouldn’t be noticing how sexy she looked but my hormones were in overdrive and her sweet ass was too enticing for me to ignore. It was then that the younger of my too sisters grabbed me from behind and dragged me onto the dance floor. Carrie was a year younger than me and had every ounce of Mom’s outstanding looks. She was blond and wore her hair long and normally loose. Her green eyes were clear as crystal and always sparkled. She had full red lips set perfectly below her button nose. She stood about 5’ 4” and couldn’t have been much more than 100 pounds. She had full breasts that were just a bit smaller than Moms and her waist, hips and ass were perfectly proportioned. Today, she was wearing a bikini that left very little to the imagination. It matched the color of her eyes perfectly and was made up of four small triangles, two to cover the center of each breast, one to cover her pussy and another that covered just a small portion of each ass cheek. Each nipple was perfectly defined as was her labia. She looked delicious and I was a starving man. My thoughts raced through a series of images; me sucking on Carrie’s breasts, me with my tongue buried in her sweet young pussy, me with the cock sliding in and out of her tight cunt and finally Carrie reaching orgasm and squirting her juices all over both of us. I don’t know where that last image came from but it sure looked hot. It was then that I noticed Carrie seemed to be embarrassed. She was beet red and couldn’t seem to meet my eyes. Had I verbalized what I was imagining or was it something else that was affecting her? “Are you Ok? You’re beginning to look like someone caught you with your pants down.” She stretched a bit and whispered in my ear, “I’m fine and I just can’t tell you how happy I am to have you here with us and all in one piece again.” Her hot breath in my ear as she said this set off more than a few sparks in my loins. We danced for a while and I was hoping the change of focus would help keep my overactive imagination and my semi-erect cock in check but that wasn’t going to happen. Carrie moved like a sexual goddess. I don’t know how to describe how she moved other than to say her body was beckoning me and I was quickly loosing any hope of self-control. It was time to find an opportunity to grab Savannah. I excused myself, telling Carrie I really needed to get around and mingle with my guests and she understood. I hated to pull away but what can a guy do when his little head is so demanding. The party crowd seemed to have thickened and it took some time winding my way through. After all, these were my guests and I needed to at least say hello and chat a bit. It was getting more than a bit tiring, as the conversations all seemed to follow the same formula. “Great to see you back on your feet.” “Great news on the colleges.” Etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. I was about ready to scream when I finally spotted Savannah talking to Mr. Jacobs, the other teacher who had been tutoring me during my recovery. With my target in sight and locked in I headed to my next and most important tutoring session and I almost got there when my other sister grabbed my arm. Annie must have provided the blueprint for Carrie. In fact, they were often confused as twins. The only difference was Breast size – Annie was slightly more endowed, and eye color – Annie’s eyes were a slightly dark shade of green. “Hey Bro, where have you been hiding?” She was every bit as bubbly as Mom and Carrie and every bit as sexy too. “I’ve been here all along. I was just trying to be sure I at least met all my guests.” I didn’t want to reveal my real focus. “Yea sure, you were looking to meet everyone and you were ignoring me.” She punctuated the line with a love tap to the arm. “I would never ignore you, avoid you maybe, but never ignore my big sister.” I love a bit of sarcasm and Annie and I rarely missed the chance to trade barbs. It was great fun. “Let’s dance.” It wasn’t really a request as she grabbed my hand and dragged me toward the dance floor and away from my true target. My mind started playing another erotic scene and this one was no less intense than the one with Carrie. It was slightly different is a couple of ways. First, I took Annie in the ass. This was not something I had consciously given much thought to in the past but it certainly looked like fun. Second, Annie didn’t squirt when she came but she was much louder than Carrie had been. Regardless of the differences, it was all fantasy and it was all very intense. And, again, it seemed to affect the subject. Annie uttered the slightest moan and pulled me in closer so I could fell her breasts pressed against my chest. She rested her head on my shoulder and turned her head in toward my ear so her warm breath was feeding my sexual desires. Her nipples became erect and she began grinding her pelvic bone into my leg. My cock was flying at full staff and there was absolutely no way Annie hadn’t noticed; yet she continued her assault. My lack of inhibition almost drove me to take her right then and there. Fuck the fact that she was my sister and we were is the middle of a crown. I needed to get laid and even a blind monk couldn’t help noticed that she wanted the same. My hands started to move down to her fine ass when Savannah suddenly came into view. “Sorry sis but I need to talk to Savannah.” I pushed away and didn’t wait long enough for her to protest the sudden loss. I moved quickly behind Savannah, grabbed her hand and started to lead her toward the house but she held firm and turned me toward her. She mouthed her intent. “House to obvious” was the message and with that thought conveyed she turned and lead me to the back of the guesthouse and in through the rear entrance. Before I knew it we were in the larger of two bedrooms and the door was closed and locked. “Jeez Kenny, I thought you were going to be discreet” she scolded mildly. “Sorry but I’m about to explode. I need you now. I just can’t wait anymore.” I was almost whimpering. “I can see.” She was looking directly at the bulge in my pants. “I guess easing into this isn’t going to work.” In what seemed to be one flowing move she had my pants opened and pulled down to my knees. Like a dancer, she turned, bent over the dressing table, lifted her dress above her ass, shucked her panties off and spread her legs. My prize was dripping with desire as she looked over her shoulder and said, “Fuck me now”. I couldn’t wait. I ducked walked up behind her, took my cock in my hand to get it aligned and plunged in. Her oomph came simultaneously with the sound of my balls slapping against her clit and I was off to the races. There was no holding back. Her cunt was tighter and hotter than I had ever imagined a cunt would be. Her juices were smooth as silk and her pussy muscles immediately began massaging the full length of my dick. I grabbed her hips and began pounding her. I didn’t last very long; maybe about five minutes but the truth of it is I lost all sense of time and space. All of my senses were focused on the head my cock and her pussy. I have no idea if she came; I don’t know if she uttered any sounds or words; I didn’t know how deeply I had dug my finger into her hips until I saw the marks I left after the fact. I was like a freight train, running at full speed. Stopping was not going to be an option before I’d reached my destination and when it came it was a crash of incompressible force. I was bombarded by a searing white light and a pounding in my ears and chest as I shot missile after missile of hot sperm deep into her womb. It seemed to last forever until I finally fell away, leaving a string of cum to maintain the connection between my cock and her molten pussy. I forgot my pants were still binding my legs and fell flat on my ass. Had I had any control of my senses I would have laughed at what must have been a hilarious scene. Instead I just lay there trying to recover as Savannah dropped to her knees and took my still twitching cock into her mouth. That was just what I needed as the sensation of her warm tongue bathing my still rigid member helped bring me back to focus. As the tongue bath continued it was clear my cock was not yet satisfied and it demonstrated its dissatisfaction by remaining a turgid and pulsing one-eyed beast. It was going to take a good deal more than a quick tempestuous fuck to calm this beast. I needed to be insider Savannah once again but I had no confidence that I would be able to show any more self-control than the first time. It seemed a much better plan to let her ride me so she could control the pace and extend our mutual pleasure so I drew her up, reached behind to cup her lovely ass and guided her down on my pole. “You set the pace this time” I said as I eased deep inside her dripping pussy. Her eyes seductively closed as my cock pressed against her cervix and as she settled down she looked at me with a slight smile; almost an evil little grin, and began slowly riding my pole. The slow rise and fall allowed me to feel every millimeter of her pussy walls as they slid along the length of my cock and I was mesmerized. When I pounded her the first time all my senses were focused on the head of my dick. Now I was being enveloped and my senses were nearing overload. It was almost too intense to continue but far too intense to stop. For the next ten minutes her pace steadily quickened until she was riding me with almost as much abandon as our first round and then she suddenly stiffen and screamed. My cock was fully buried in her cunt and she was feverously grinding her clit through the mat of my pubic hair as she came in waves of passion. I became aware of her pussy juices running down around my balls and along the crack of my ass as she continued to rotate her hips, driving herself to ever-higher level of ecstasy until she simply collapsed on top of me panting and dripping with sweat. I let her rest as my mind began to pay with various scenes. I still had a nut waiting to bust and the scenarios I was imagining were all intended to achieve that nut. I was on top of her. I was behind her in a spoon position. I was on top of her and her legs were thrown over my shoulders. She was on all fours and I was buried in her ass. That was the one. That scene caught like a hiccup in my conscious mind and as it did I sensed Savannah stirring. She lifted her head off my chest, looked straight into my eyes and said; “ I can feel you inside me. You’re still hard. Didn’t you cum?” “No, not yet. I wanted to let you enjoy that round but when you’re ready….” “Give me a minute more. That was almost too intense. I don’t think I ever had an orgasm as strong as the one I just had. My whole body is vibrating.” She rested her head on my chest once again. I let her recover as I lovingly stroked her back and playfully kneaded her firm ass. As I did the images of fucking her sweet ass became clearer and more enticing until I was just about to ask her to allow me access. It was then that she rose up again. “You need to cum and I think my pussy is a bit to sore to take much more of you. Maybe you should try my ass this time. Would you like that?” Would I like that? What kind of fucking question was that? What the hell was going on? I thought about fucking her ass and here she was offering it up to me. Was she reading my mind or was I planting ideas in hers? I was actually getting a little unsettled by the idea but then my cock was still standing at attention and the subtle itch in my balls told me these answers would also have to wait. “I would love to fuck your ass. In fact I’ve been laying here fantasizing about how it would feel to do just that.” There was no sense in holding back. “Well then…” and she rose slowly from my dick, letting it slide from her slick pussy with just the slightest pop, as it broke free of her grip. She rose from the floor and took my hand to guide me along. We finally made it the bed where she took a position on her knees while her head and shoulders rested on the bed. She reached back and spread her ass open, displaying her shy little rosebud of an asshole. She looked back over her shoulder and said, “Please take it slow. If you push in to hard or to fast it’ll hurt and we won’t be able to enjoy this. You can use my pussy juice to make it easier and if you use your fingers first it’ll help loosen me up.” Always the attentive student, I followed her advice, dipped a finger into her sodden pussy and began to work small circles around her rosebud. It took a few more dips before I began to ease the first finger into that extraordinarily tight hole and even then, I inserted just the tip. I played and dipped several more times before easing my finger in to the first knuckle and one or two times after that before I had the first finger fully inserted. Her rectal muscles were gripping at my digit, alternately trying to expel and suck the invader in as I slowly pumped her ass. Once I had a steady rhythm working I began to introduce a second and then a third finger waiting for her to protest my assault. Instead, she looked back and said, “I think I’m ready.” As I removed my finger her asshole remained open and inviting so I took position and slowly guided my cock into her welcoming ass. Again, I worked slowly and gently, easing inch after inch into her until I was finally buried to the hilt. I held there so she could get used to the intrusion and so I could get the fullest sense of her inner walls as they took shape around every bump along the length of my rod. It was hot. It was smooth. It was intense. It was compelling. I eased out until just the head was held by her sphincter and then pushed in again with a slow but steady press forward. Each time became easier and before long I was moving with intensity. Savannah was moaning and grunting with each push and pull and by the time I was pumping with force she was pushing back to meet each thrust. I was right on the edge but didn’t want to give up the ghost just yet so I began varying the length and force of each thrust in the hope that it would prolong the inevitable. Savannah seemed to have other ideas though. She reached back between her legs and began massaging my balls with one had and with the other she began rubbing her inflamed clit. “God Kenny, this feels so good. I can’t believe how good. I want to feel you cum deep inside my ass. I want you to be the first to fill my bowels with your seed. Don’t hold back. I’m almost there. Cum with me.” Did I just hear what I thought I heard? Was I fucking a virgin ass? It was too much and just as I felt my cum bubbling up from my balls Savannah went rigid once more and came. That was all I needed and with the next thrust into that smoking hot ass I exploded and pumped and exploded until my cum was squirting out around the sides of my cock and dribbling down between the lips of her cunt and I was still cumming. She was still cumming. We were both shouting in ecstasy and neither of us had a single thought of what anyone else might hear or think. It took awhile but we eventually collapsed a fell fast asleep. When I awoke I noticed my cock was no longer buried in that wonderful ass and Savannah was purring like a sweet little kitten. I looked at the clock near the bed and realized we had been at it for over three hours, including sleep time. I really have no idea how long we slept but however long, I also realized it was quite. The music had stopped and party had quieted or had broken up. Whatever the case, I had been away too long. I woke Savannah up, “hey sweetie, we need to get ourselves put back together. I think the party has broken up.” She was startled by the news, :Oh god, your Mom and everyone else is going to know exactly what we’ve been up to. Shit” With that exclamation point she jumped out of bed and literally ran to the bathroom. A second later I heard the shower running. And there I was, a fresh ex-virgin wondering if I really had created a serious problem. I figured the best thing to do was moved just as quickly and made the quick decision that two could shower faster than one. I jumped up and followed her in. She was startled as I opened the shower door and entered behind her. “Jeez Kenny, your Mom is going to freak. We need to move it.” She was genuinely worried. “Don’t sweat it. We can shower faster if we do it together and I’ll deal with Mom. It’ll be fine. I promise.” I meant it too. I was finally a man and I was confident I would be able to smooth things with Mom. We did exactly as I suggested and within five minutes we were dressed and heading out but just before we got to the door I grabbed her and kissed her deeply. “Savannah, Thank you. That was more intense than I could have imagined and because of you, this is a day I will never forget. I will cherish every detail. Thank You!” “I’m glad you’re happy and I’ll hold this memory just as tightly. It really was great and for your first time, you were absolutely amazing. If you’re Mom doesn’t ban me from seeing you I’d love to do it all over again.” A small tear caught at the corner of her eye and we kissed one last time before heading back to reality. Chapter 3: Reality Bites (NOT) The party had broken up. The only ones left beside the hired help who were cleaning things up were Mom, Jake and my sisters who were all sitting by the pool talking quietly. Mom saw us coming first and just smiled as we made our way around the pool to where they had gathered. I know I told Savannah I would deal with Mom but I had thought there would be at least a bit of an argument. From the look on her face it looked like I had definitely miscalculated. I was about to apologize for disappearing when Mom jumped in. “Did you guys have fun? Hell. That’s a stupid question. Of course you did. You missed a great party.” She was her usual bubbly self. I looked to Savannah and she seemed mortified. Everyone obviously knew what we had been up to and that was her worst fear right from the start. “Sorry Elaine, we just lost track of the time. I’m really sorry.” Here bottom lip began to quiver and a new set of tears began to ease down her lovely face. Mom rose and immediately took Savannah in her arms. “It’s ok. I’m glad you guys had a good time. After all, this was Kenny’s coming out party and I’m guessing he came out with a bang.” Savannah turned a deep red. I don’t think she could have been more embarrassed and I don’t think I could have been more confused. Mom maintained control of the situation. “Jake, why don’t you drive Savannah home. The four of us need to have a family conversation. I’ll call you tomorrow.” Then she turned to Savannah. “Thank you for everything, and I mean everything. You’ve been great and I’m not the least bit angry. Go home and rest and we’ll talk tomorrow.” She took Savannah in her arms, gave her a big hug and a kiss on the cheek to drive the point home and then shooed both of them off. As they rounded the bend for the backyard gate Mom turned to me. “Are you tired?” “Yeah, a bit.” I was actually feeling pretty good but a bit of rest would do no harm. “Ok then. Go get a bit of sleep and I’ll wake you for dinner.” We’ve got a lot to talk about.” I slept like a baby for the next few hours and awoke to Carrie’s gentle shaking. “Wake up sleepy head. Dinners ready.” She had changed from her bathing suit into a pair of loose fitting shorts and a tank top that looked every bit as good as the bathing suit had and before I was fully awake those scenes of her and me in carnal bliss began to cycle through my oversexed brain. It was the same flashes of fucking and cumming I had before, right down to her squirting her orgasm but they seemed more intense this time. I quickly figured it was the result of my new found sexual enlightenment and I also noticed Carrie was experiencing the same bout of embarrassment or excitement as she had earlier. I also began to detect her musky scent. It was the same scent Savannah had been exuding during our adventure in the pool house and now that I knew a bit more about things, I realized Carrie was getting sexually excited. What an epiphany. I needed to talk to Mom and I hoped I would get answers to all the questions I had been putting off. Descendant of Baccus Pt. 01 I jumped up from bed and nearly knocked Carries to the floor. “Let’s get going. Mom and Annie are waiting.” I didn’t wait for a response. I headed straight for the bathroom to wash up a bit and called over my shoulder for Carrie to head on down. I let her know I’d be right behind. I raced to wash up and brush my teeth. I changed into a pair of sweats and a tee shirt and literally ran downstairs, taking two and three steps at a time. As I got to the dining room all three were already seated at the table waiting and that’s when it hit me. I often encounter Moments when the loss of my dad is most profound and this was one of them. This time however, seemed more intense and I quickly realized why. The place at the table where my dad normally sat was set. It’s the first time since his loss that I can remember that happening. I also realized the place I normally sat at was not set. Mom was expecting me to take dad’s seat. I just stood in the doorway in stunned silence as Mom rose and came to my side. “It’s alright Kenny. Now that you are fully back its time to take your place at the head of the table. You’re the man of the house now and that’s exactly as dad wanted it. Believe me, it was as strange for me to set that place for you but your farther told me many times that this is the way it should be. If anything ever happened to him you were to take his place. I need to honor that wish and you need to do the same. Now, sit and let’s eat.” Talking about dad pushed everything else aside as I took my new seat at the head of the table. This was so strange. Just sitting there changed my way of thinking. I was the man of the house now. I was responsible for this family now. They were going to depend on me for guidance and protection, and for love. I was really going to have to step up to this and strangely, as I took that seat I came to realize I was ready for this. Deep down, I knew this was what my father would have wanted and I was suddenly determined to live up to his expectations. I also realized I was hungry and Mom had prepared my favorites. There was a plate full of freshly barbequed t-bones, several nice fat roasted potatoes, a pile of corn on the cob and a great salad, all of which was now being passed my way. Dinner was excellent and was eaten in delightful silence. I devoured every morsel like a man who had been on a starvation diet for months while my mind began to reprocess the ideas I had been developing in relation to my mental acuity. By the time I was done with my meal and Mom and the girls had begun clearing the table I was back to being determined to get this all out and to get some answers. I was ready a raring to go by the time they returned with coffee. Once everyone was reseated and the coffee had been poured Mom began to speak. “Kenny, there are some things we need to talk….” I cut her off. “Sorry Mom but I need to get some things out on the table and it would really help if you just listened for now. I need to be really open about what’s been happening to me and what’s been going on in my head. Some of this is going to be a bit embarrassing I think but please be patient with me and let me finish before you say anything. You two need to do the same because this involves all of us.” I looked to all three to see that I had their agreement and when I was satisfied that all were paying attention I began. “I don’t think it’s any real secret that I had sex with Savannah today. I had been thinking about her for a long time and decided a while ago that today was the day I was going to pursue my desire for her. That was the first time today that I became aware of a certain kind of influence I was having on people. She was saying no to my advances while her inner mind was hoping I would take her in hand and make her mine.” Carries issued a slight gasp at this but a quick look her way kept her from interrupting. I suspected she was going to have a hard time hearing the next part of this. “Then, at the party, I was dancing with Carrie and my mind started wandering through a series of images that involved me and Carrie and a very intense sexual encounter. I think she sensed what I was thinking about because she started to turn the same shade of red she is turning now and her nipples started to get hard.” I don’t think Carrie was prepared to hear that I knew she was responding. She was clearly embarrassed and could no longer look me in the eyes. I pushed on. “Then, just before Savannah and I headed into the guest house Annie and I danced. Again, I had a series of sexual flashes. This time Annie reacted by pulling me closer and grinding her crotch into my leg. I came very close to loosing control and really embarrassing us all. Thankfully, Savannah passed by just at that point and I ran off with her.” I had come to the tricky part. It was time to lay out my theory on what was happening. “Now, this is what I think is happening here. I don’t know how or why but it seems that I have the ability to influence people’s thoughts and to read their thoughts as well. I think my fantasies about Carrie and Annie were being transmitted to them and I think they reacted as a result. I also think I have the ability to control this. I think I can consciously plant ideas in someone’s head and influence them to respond, as I would like. I believe I did that with Savannah today and I think I could have dome that with both of you as well.” There it was. I had admitted to having some wild superiority complex and it was time for Mom to bring me back to reality. What was worse was I had just admitted to having sexual fantasies involving my sisters and that was going to get me hung. I was ready for Mom to drop the hammer on my sick musings and was all the more convinced that I was way off based as Mom held her silence. I could not get the slightest sense of what was running through her mind. She finally began. “Kenny, there is some family history that you need to understand. Your sisters already know about this but I had to wait to explain this to you until you had fully recovered. Once you know the family history this will all be a bit clearer. The first thing you need to know is you’re not crazy so just relax and listen.” “For more generations than anyone knows the men of your fathers family have all had the ability you recognized today. I know you must have thought it was some deviant part of your mind that was making you imagine things but it wasn’t. You have a unique ability and with it you have an awesome responsibility. Your family history is rife with stories of those who did not learn to control their abilities and instead abused all those around them. History is also full of stories of those who used their abilities with honor and were loved by all they touched. Your father was one who used his abilities well. I know you all sensed the attraction he had for people. It is because he was able to see their needs and help them satisfy them that he was so loved. If you are going to be the man your father was you will need to learn that this gift is not meant solely as a means to satisfying your slightest desire. Instead, learn that by satisfying others you will realize all that you could ever hope for.” She let this hang in the air like the pregnant thought it was and I was almost ready to jump in when she started out again. “Now, let’s talk about your fantasies. In normal society incest is taboo and for most people that’s a good thing. It would complicate the lives of most people in ways that they would just not be prepared to handle. Things are a bit different in our family and I think this difference may help explain why this power has been passed through the generations.” Your father and I were cousins.” The stunned look on my faces should have been caught on film. Talk about your dear in the headlights syndrome, I was stunned into a comical caricature of a dumbstruck fool. And still, the best part was still to come. “There is a tradition in our family concerning how the women are to experience their first sexual encounter. It is based on the simple fact that no man can understand how we need to be taken better than the men in our family. So, each of us are taken first by incest. For me it was with my father when I was sixteen. Your aunt Maggie had her first experience with Uncle Matt because her father had passed away the year before. Your father at the request of your uncle Bill took both your cousins, Jenny and Agnes. Your uncle knew it was time but was still recovering from surgery. Now it’s your turn to help your sisters. They have been ready for almost 2 years now but tradition forced them to wait for you. As long as there was a chance that you would recover they had to hold fast to their virginity and what you sensed today was their pent up desires.” This just kept getting better and stranger by the minute. “There’s one more thing you need to know. The women in our family all marry within the family. It will be the same for your sisters and they will depend on you to help them choose the right husband. The men are a different story. They have occasionally married outside the family. It’s been tricky at times since our lifestyle is so different from what most folks consider normal but it has worked out reasonably well. Your Aunt Sara is one of those outsiders but I’m sure you never noticed a difference in the way she is accepted. I love her like a sister and she loves me just as intensely.” My whole life history started coming back to me. The way we were treated like royalty was now understandable. The closeness of our entire family could now be explained. My sister’s reactions to my fantasies now took on a sense of normalcy. None of this realization made it any less overwhelming. My life was about to take on an entirely different perspective; an entirely new direction, and everything I thought I wanted was about to be turned upside down. I was being told that I could do with people as I wished but that I needed to learn to do for people as they wished. It was only by taking this path that I would truly achieve my desires. And yet, I was still a horny, somewhat immature 19 year old who was having trouble keeping his big head in control of his little head. Mom seemed to sense my discomfort. “Kenny, listen to me very carefully. You are going to have to work at this just as intensely as you worked on your recovery. You are going to stumble along the way. You are going to battle with your own wants and desires and you will be sorely tempted to give in. You are 19. You have discovered the joy of sex. Your hormones are going to want to take control. If you have to give in to them do it with us. The three of us are here to help you find your way through this. If you ever feel the need to just let go and satisfy these overwhelming urges come to us. We will do whatever is necessary to help you. We are yours because we love you and want you to be every bit the man I know you want to be. We want you to be every bit the man your father was. Now that was the topper. I no longer had a simple and loving mother and two sisters. Of course they were still all of that but they were also my harem. They would be there to satisfy any overwhelming urge I had. They would do whatever I needed. I was caught in a whirlwind of thought. I started imagining my Mom, bent over the table, with my cock buried deep in the pussy that delivered me while I also wondered how I was going to find balance in this new life. Mom just told me that I could have anything I wanted so taking her here and now was no problem. But wait; was it a problem? How would Mom feel about it? What harm might I be doing if I let go? All of a sudden I was coming to realize exactly what Mom was saying about the awesome responsibility I now had. I also realized I must have been projecting these thoughts. “You’ve just learned your first lesson. Stop and think before you act. If you asked I would do exactly what you were imagining. You would have been satisfied for the moment but when you were done satisfying your urges you would have realized how devastated your sister’s were. They have been waiting for two years to have their own very intense urges satisfied and the first thing you would have done was to choose someone else before them. Remember Kenny, think before you act and think beyond the obvious.” She was right. It was a very valuable lesson and not just because I thought first but because I hadn’t thought enough. I had to think beyond the limited scope of my immediate desire and me. I had to look beyond to all those that might be affected by my choices. I was getting dizzy just trying to make sense of all of this. I needed some time to myself. I knew Annie and Carrie would be disappointed but I needed to gain some composure before I would be able to really meet their needs. I did not want to disappoint either of them so the best thing was to take some time and do my very best to make this right. I looked over at both of them and had the clearest sense that the only thing they were thinking was who would be the first. Maybe I could sort that out and still buy some time. “Ok, I think I understand. This is kind of like the saying that nothing good in life comes free. I think I can deal with that. I know I can deal with it if you guys help. It’ll take some time but if you’re patient with me I promised to try as best I can to be as good as I can possibly be. I’m just going to need some time to sort this all out.” “Mom, it seems the most immediate choice I need to make is which one of these absolutely gorgeous girls is going to be fist to loose their virginity.” They both blushed at the comment and I sensed that both perked up at my having recognized what they were also wondering. “I guess the easy answer would be Annie since she’s older but that may not be the right answer. Annie’s anticipation level rose and crashed as the words tumbled from my lips. I thought for a Moment and decided on a few questions first. “Which of you were first to have your period?” Annie nearly exploded with “Me, it was me”. “Ok, I sense that both of you masturbate regularly. Which of you was the first to discover masturbation?” It was Carrie’s turn to explode. “It was me and I taught Annie.” A sudden image leapt into my brain. “Who initiated your first love making session?” They both look suddenly embarrasses and Annie eventually worked up the courage to admit it was her. I looked over at Mom who seemed to have this subtly amused looked on her face. I looked into her mind and realized she was both pleased and amused by the way I was going about this. I wondered if we could converse privately and mentally asked; “I’m thinking Annie should be first. Do you think I’m looking at this the right way?” She responded in the same fashion. “I’m proud of the way you’re handling this. You’re thinking before you act and I think you’re making the right decision. Just think a bit about how you are going to let Carrie down.” This was fun and maybe not as overwhelming as I first thought it would be. Now, how do I let Carrie down gently? “Carrie, you are beautiful and I know you can see that I mean that. You are also the first one I fantasized about today. Both these facts are making this decision very difficult. I would be very lucky to take you first.” “Annie, you are also very beautiful and the only reason I fantasized about Carrie first was she was the first one to grab me today. My fantasies with you were every bit as intense as the fantasies I had of Carrie. I would feel equally lucky to take you first.” I suddenly realized what my decision had to be. It was a revelation. “Since both of you have been intimate with each other I think I would like to take both of you together.” A communal gasp ushered forth. “We are family and have shared more intense emotions than most families ever experience. Sharing this experience just seems like the right thing for all of us at this new point in our lives.” “I hope this is Ok with both of you. I know it’s not how either of you imagined this so please tell me if you are going to be Ok with this.” Annie was the first to pipe up. “I think it’s the perfect choice. Carrie and I will be sharing you as we have shared each other. It seems like the perfect solution to me.” Carrie looked over at Annie with a tear in her eyes and the sweetest little smile on her face. She turned to me and said, “I can’t think of a better solution. I really thought the right choice would have been to take Annie first and I would have been Ok with that. But this, this is perfect. We can be a family in everything this way. I love you.” Mom was openly weeping. “Kenny, remember this Moment. Never let this go. Let yourself be guided by how you handled this decision and I will always be as proud of you as any mother could possibly be. I love all of you. Now, off with all of you and have fun. Chapter 4: The Deflowering I rose from the table a reached out for Annie and Carrie’s hands and was about to lead them to my room when I suddenly realized that wasn’t going to work very well. I had a single bed. Unless I planned on spending the majority of this night on the floor we needed something larger. We needed the guest bedroom in the guesthouse but that had been left in a state of disarray. “Mom, we’re going to use the guest house tonight. My bed’s to small and this way we won’t disturb you if we get a bit noisy. Would you do us a favor? I’m afraid I left the place in a bit of a mess. If you could straighten things up I know I could use a shower. The girls can do the same.” “Leave it to me”, and with a big smile she was off to her task. “Girls, why don’t you both go shower and change. Meet me in the guesthouse in an hour. Oh, and by the way, I would love to see both of you in your sexiest underwear and I’ve always loved the way you look in your riding chaps.” Both were excellent riders and I really did love the way they looked in their riding outfits. There was something about the way they fit that accented all their very best attributes. Like Mom, they were off in a flash and all smiles. I had bought myself an hour to sort through my thoughts and to get myself under control. I really did want this to be special for both of them and that meant I needed to calm down and be prepared to take my time. The hour and a hot shower proved to be just the remedy I needed. By the time I had gotten to the guesthouse I was well sorted out. I was also horny as hell just thinking about what was going to happen but I was in control. I got there ahead of the girls and Mom had done more than just straighten up. I don’t know where they came from but there were fresh flowers in the bedroom and Mom had lit several candles that added a sweet scent of roses and cinnamon. I could not have set the mood any better if I had done it myself. Mom had also set out glasses and a bottle of chilled champagne to help loosen us up. This was going to be perfect. I went back to the living room with the champagne in hand and waited for my two lovely virgins to arrive and within a few minutes they both breezed in. The vision nearly took my breath away. Before me stood twin visions of gods best work. Looking at them, it was easy to see how they could be mistaken as twins. They were wearing cashmere sweaters that fit snugly over their full breasts and tan chaps that hugged every curve. They had their riding boot on but left the riding jacket and helmet off. They had their hair pulled back in tight ponytails and both decided to forego the makeup. They represented a near perfect vision of virgin beauty and I could feel my cock responding already. I rose, took each in my arms and kissed them deeply. “You are both absolutely beautiful and extraordinarily sexy. Let’s have some champagne.” Descendant of Baccus Pt. 01 I handed them both a glass and poured. “Here’s to our family and all the love we have and will share.” We drank deeply and it seemed immediately soothing. “And, here’s to Dad. Please help me find the right path.” I was speaking directly to him with that toast and it was not the last time I sought his help and guidance from beyond the grave. “Let’s sit and talk for awhile.” I sat on the couch and they took positions on either side of me. With a hand on each of their thighs we were a tight little group of soon-to-be intimates. “I really want to make this as special for both of you as you have dreamt it would be but I’m afraid you guys are going to get the better of me. I’m afraid I’m going to loose control. Please, tell me if I’m moving to fast or being to rough or gentle or anything else. Please don’t hesitate to tell me what you want and need. I know I should be able to sense these things but this is all very new and I might miss some signals. Don’t let me get to far of course.” Annie took my hand, held it to her heart and said, “Don’t worry so much. This is going to be fun and I know you are going to be great. Just go with your feelings and we’ll all be fine. By the way, my pussy has been dripping since we danced today so I don’t think you need to worry about going slow.” Before I could process this revelation Carrie took my other hand and placed it between her legs. “I’m dripping too so I suggest we stop all this talking and get down to having some fun.” I leaned over and kissed Carrie deeply but briefly as I turned and pulled Annie into an equally intense kiss. Our tongues hungrily sought out to other and dance urgently. While engaging Annie tongue Carrie laid back and opened her legs to give me greater access to her steaming pussy. I ran my hand gently along the outline of her labia and heard her moan contentedly at finally be touched by a man. It was a bit of a stretch but I managed to bring my free hand up to Annie’s left breast and began massaging it lovingly through her sweater and bra. She began to purr but the position I was in was not lending it self to the task at hand. I eased away from both of them and slid off the couch until I was kneeling between these to goddesses. I pulled them to me and began alternating my kisses from one to the other while each hand found the steaming sexual center of these two wanton women. I worked them until their wetness had seeped through to leave a distinguishing blemish on their pants and then broke away. I needed to see both of them in the flesh and started with the boots. The socks came next and then the sweaters and bras were disposed of. Jeez what a sight. Young firm breasts standing proudly, each topped with an excited nipple were begging to be sucked. The pants could wait. I pulled them close, placing my head between those lush globes of flesh. Each breast was no more than a twist of the head away from my probing mouth and I lavished each with an abundance of kisses and nibbles until they were both squirming and trying to feed me more. I greedily took all they were offering and returned my hands to their pussies to deepen the wantonness of these two felines. Carrie was the first to fall off the precipice to orgasm. It didn’t seem to be as intense as Savannah’s was but it was no less real. It also seemed to provide the trigger for Annie who suddenly grabbed the hand that was massaging her crotch and tried to push it into her cunt right through the protecting material. While Carrie was relatively quite through orgasm, Annie screamed, “Ah fuck yes. I’m cumming. I’m cumming. God… so good.” I never understood how powerful giving an orgasm can be but I felt like some sort of god with the power to shape worlds. Now that I have a bit more experience I can honestly say that there is no more erotic feeling than the one a woman transmits to me through her orgasm. Of course I enjoy cumming but it’s different and I’ve found giving can be just as rewarding as receiving. It was time to give more so as they settled down I began to ease Annie’s pants down. I followed their decline with my mouth until she was sitting in her sodden panties and then followed the same path with Carrie. I returned to Annie and began trailing my tongue over her firm stomach and perfectly shaped thighs. I then worked my way back up and ran a path along the edge of her black lace panties before gently nibbling her labia through the material. I used my teeth to pull them aside and began swiping gently around and between her labia until I finally made contact with her clit. I tickled it a few times with the tip of my tongue before sucking it gently into my mouth and then I released her. “Please don’t stop”, she begged and truth be told, I didn’t want to but Carrie needed attention or at least that’s what I thought. As I looked up from this tasty dish I found Carrie suckling Annie’s breasts contentedly so I dove back in and began working her with greater intensity. When it seemed she was getting close I eased off her clit and worked my way south until I was stabbing my tongue deep inside her pussy and then further south so I could explore her anus. She grabbed my head and began bucking her hip into my mouth seeking greater contact so I worked my way back up to her clit and bit down firmly. With her nubbin imprisoned between my teeth I began to beat it with my tongue and as I did this I slid first one and then two finger into her sopping cunt. She was almost there as I slipped a third finger into her then eased it out a slid it into her extremely tight ass. Savannah’s ass was tight and yet, no comparison to Annie. Annie’s asshole gripped the intruder, her pussy began to pulse and she finally exploded. She was screaming and bucking as her juices followed down and dribbled off the end of my chin as I kept up the pressure. I wanted to push her so far over the edge that she would lay contentedly while I spent time satisfying Carrie so I continued to work her until she began to beg for relief. “Kenny, please, no more. I can’t take any more. Please, no more.” She was panting and had to force each word from her mouth while she gasped for air. I eased off and continued to apply light kisses until I was confident I had let her back down gently and then turned my attention to Carrie who was looking with amazement at her sister. I read her thoughts and realized Annie had never cum so violently when they were together. What a rush. Now it was time to see if I could do the same for her. I wanted to jump right in and eat her pussy until she squirt but I decided instead to wok at building her anticipation level. I rose up and began kissing her deeply and then traveled every inch of her face and neck with gentle peck and light tickles with the tip of my tongue. I pressed her head down and began exploring the back of her neck, paying special attention to the hairline at the base of her head. I read the fact that this was new for her and she loved it so I spent a bit of extra time working this area before working my way back around her shoulders and down to her breasts. I was leaving goose bumps and she was beginning to shiver with anticipation when I reached her breasts. I maintained control, working every centimeter of breast and surrounding area without touching her nipples with anything more than my hot breath until she was practically begging. Then and only then did I make contact, first with light flicks of my tongue and eventually by sucking each nipple deeply into my mouth and stoking them aggressively. She was near orgasm when I broke away and started south over her toned belly and eventually to her steaming crotch. Again, I applied attention to everything but her clit until she was begging for release. By this time Annie had regained some strength and had started to rub my cock through my sweats until it was becoming hard to keep my attention focused on Carrie. I paused to try and regain some control and Carrie screamed. “Oh god no. Please don’t stop now. I’m so close. Please let me cum. Please!” I pulled Annie’s hand from my crotch. “Be patient. Let me do this for Carrie first.” Without a word, she moved up and took one of carries nipples in her mouth as I dove back into the dripping pussy that was obviously close to exploding. I didn’t hesitate for a single second. I caught her clit between my teeth and began beating it with my tongue as I plunged two fingers deeply into her cunt in search of her g-spot. As I curled my fingers upward I found it and just as I imagined it, she exploded. She came with such force it actually startled me and then the first shot of her orgasm sprayed me. I was in awe as shot after shot of hot pussy juice leapt from her cunt to bathe my face and fill my mouth. Her cream was thick and silky with just the slightest bit of saltiness. It was so good I could have drunk from that fountain forever. For no though, it was time to ease her back from the precipice. Once I had her back with us Annie moved quickly to my face. “I love the way she tastes” and with that she began licking my face clean of Carries cum. I fully understood her desire. I suggested we probably would be more comfortable if we moved to the bedroom and with some effort and a bit of my help Carrie rose from the couch and the three of us headed off for our next round of exploration. Once we got there Carrie seemed to regain some of her strength and they both attached me. They wanted me naked and I wasn’t about to argue as Carrie yanked my tee shirt over my head and Annie deftly de-pants me. I heard a slight shriek as my cock sprang out a batted her in the nose. I quickly kicked my pants free of my ankles and as I did Carrie pushed me down on the bed. Annie quickly took me into her mouth as Carrie scooted below her and started licking my balls. There was no way I was going to last very long. I wanted to but with all the simulation leading up to this point it was hopeless. “Girls, you have me so fired up I’m not going to be able to hold out. Unless you back off now you’re going to make me cum.” Annie released my cock, looked up into my eyes and said; “I’ve been waiting so long to taste you. Please don’t hold back. We both need to taste you now.” Carrie rose from my balls, joined Annie at my cock and for the next minute or so they took turns sucking me deeply into their hungry moths until I’d finally had enough. Carrie got the first shot and quickly pushed my cock to Annie so she could get the second. Annie barely got me in her mouth when the second bullet leapt forth, coating her tongue and sliding down her throat and then it became a free-for-all, with my cock being swapped and jerked until they’d extracted every last drop. Once satisfied that I was properly drained they began kissing and licking up the remains from each other’s faces until both were squeaky clean. Savannah’s oral techniques were awesome but two is almost always better than one and these two were going to be a very hard act to follow. Carrie took the lead this time and began sucking my semi-hard cock back to life. Annie took up position at my balls and also started to spend some time probing my ass and before long I started responding. It was almost time to start popping some cherries and again I began wondering who should be first when I sensed the decision had already been made for me. Annie climbed on top of me, straddled my hips, guided my cock to her pussy’s steamy opening and slowly began to sink down. I felt the resistance before long and Annie obviously felt it too. She held me inside her as she leaned forward to lie on my chest. She was supporting herself with her knees so I remained at a consistent depth and then, as she kissed me deeply, she dropped down and took me fully inside. I felt her hymen give way as her breath caught for a moment and then she relaxed and just held me fully inside so she could get used to this new sensation of fullness. For my part, I was in heaven. Her pussy was much tighter than Savannah’s and every bit as hot. I could feel the walls of her vagina gripping my cock and pulsing subtly along its length. How I maintained my patience I’ll never know. My strongest desire was to grab her firm ass and begin pumping her with enthusiasm but I knew I needed to wait for her to be ready. It seemed like a lifetime. When she started to move again she was taking short strokes as she slid up and down my chest. “God, you feel so good inside me. Your cock is touching me in ways I never imagined. God, how I’ve waited for this.” She rose from my chest and began taking longer strokes. Now she was moving with greater speed and with each up stroke she cam closer to fully removing me from my new found heaven. As she got used to the length of my member and was comfortable that she would not loose me her strokes took on greater speed and intensity until she was riding me like a prize stallion and then she came. It seemed to take her by surprise and she screamed. “Fuck Yes. Fuck Yes. Fuck Yes”, over and over again was all she could say. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she collapsed on top of me once again. I gave her a minute to catch her breath and then decided to take matters into my own hands. I guided her legs so she was lying fully on top of me and then held her as I turned us over. My cock remained implanted as I now used my legs to open her. It was my turn to set the pace and I didn’t waste time building up to a frantic rhythm. I leaned forward and bit down firmly n one of her nipples and I pounded her for all I was worth and I was reveling in the sound of her grunts and my balls slapping her perineum. I wanted to be deeper so I grabbed her legs and threw them over my shoulders. I bent her forward so her ass came up off the bed and drove into her again. Now I could feel her cervix grasping at the head of my cock and her grunts were turning to peals of riotous pleasure. I wanted her to cum again and knew she was close. She just needed a little push and she’d be off to the races once more. I looked into her mind and found the answer. This position was not making sufficient contact with her clit and that was all she would need. So, I pushed one leg out to the side to open her up and then ran my thumb over of sensitive trigger. She reacted immediately, confirming my read so I began to stroke her steadily as I continued pounding her cunt and that did the trick. This time the scream of orgasm was sound only. Not a single intelligible word escaped. It was raw, it was pure and it was all I needed to trigger my own explosion. I slammed my cock into her womb and exploded. I slammed again and made another scalding deposit. I slammed once again and delivered one more forceful shot of cream into her womb. Now she was convulsing. I fell on top of her, releasing her legs and with a few more small movements, delivered the last drop of my seed into her new fucked pussy and with that she passed out. I was suddenly paralyzed with fear that I might have hurt her but as I looked into her mind all I detected was deep contentment. I rested without a clue as to where Carrie was or what she was doing until I felt something warm and sticky on my leg. Carrie had been masturbating to this carnal scene and was now having her own orgasm as she sprayed my leg with her juices. Now she collapsed as well, shimmied up to my side and cuddle along side. We all rested and my cock eventually soften and slid from Annie’s sweet pussy. It took awhile to recover this time. This was the fourth time today that I had cum and I still had one more virgin pussy to deflower. I wondered if that well hadn’t been pumped dry but as I though about Carrie’s tight little cunt my cock began to awaken. Annie was still out as I slid off her, rolled over Carrie and pulled her with me to the opposite side of the bed. “It’s time for you to give up your cherry little sister.” “It’s long past time. I need you inside me now.” She spread her legs wide, reached down, and spread her pussy open. “Take me now. Don’t waste time easing into me. Shove that beautiful cock into me and fuck the shit out of me.” I wasn’t really sure she knew what she was asking but a quick probe of her mind cleared any doubts. She wanted to be taken forcefully and intensely so I positioned my cock at her virgin opening, pinned her shoulders to the bed and drove my cock home. “Ah, fuck yes. That’s it. Your cock is so deep inside me. Don’t make me wait any more. Fuck me now.” She turned ferial with desire and it stoked the animal in me as well. I drew out of her and actually enjoyed the sight of my blood-streaked cock before I slammed back in to the hilt. She began chanting in a deep guttural voice, “Fuck Me, Fuck Me, Fuck Me.”, with each stoke. I continued to slam into her as deep as I could go and each time I pulled back her hips came up to try and hold me inside her molten core and before long we had synchronized our rhythm so we were slamming each other with abandon. When her orgasm took hold it was like a floodgate had opened. Her pussy literally spat its contentment all over us, pooling beneath her ass and rolling off the sides of her belly. I was still going strong and rather than stop to let her catch her breath I simply pulled out of her, flipped her over, pulled her ass up so she was on her knees, and with her hips in my grip I plunged back into her depths. She screamed in pleasure as I resumed my assault. Again, she started fucking back at me and the sounds of her grunting and my balls slapping into her must have been heard by anyone in shouting distance. I really thought this was going to be a dry run for me but as I continued to work her toward another orgasm I felt the now familiar tension building in my balls. I was astounded. I mean how much cum can a guy produce in a single day. This was phenomenal. It was then that I picked up on a new orgasm building in her and a need she had to be taken with even greater force so I grabbed a handful of her hair, pulled back viciously and started beating her ass as we both neared climax. She loved it and started crying out for more. “Spank my ass. Yank my hair. Make me you’re bitch. Fuck the shit out of me. Make me yours forever. Fuck… You’re gonna make me cum again. Cum with me. Let me feel you shoot that beautiful cum deep inside my fucking cunt.” That was all the encouragement I needed. I twisted her hair around my hand and pulled back harder until her head was bent at a near impossible angle. The sound of my hand was ringing out with each stroke to her lovely white, (now very red) ass. She came again, creating a new puddle on the sheets and that was when I exploded. It was a remarkable load and before long it was pushing out around my cock and dripping down to add to the mess we made. I was wasted. She was wasted, and as I collapsed on top of her I realized Annie had remained asleep. It was time to join her in blissful rest. I don’t know how long we slept but I awoke to the wonderfully warm feeling of my dick sliding into a warm mouth and as I opened my eyes to find Annie working me back to life. I come to love this kind of wakeup call. I lie quietly and let her work her magic undisturbed and it really didn’t take very long for her to achieve her goal. I was standing ready. It was at this point that Carrie also began to stir and with a gentle shake Annie completed the trek to awareness. She looked at me and said, “Carrie wanted to see this.” “What exactly did she want to see?" I queried. “She wanted to see you fucking my ass.” was her matter-of-fact response. “Ah, so my fantasy was really just a reflection of what you were hoping for.” I know it was pretty obvious but my mental acuity wasn’t really at its best. “It’s been a fantasy of mine for a long time now and I think you’re ready to make it a reality. You don’t mind, do you?” She was actually doubtful. What a laugh. Descendant of Baccus Pt. 01 “I don’t know. I might have to think about this a bit…….. Ok, I thought about it. Let’s do it.” She hit me. “You bastard.” “Ok. Ok. Just don’t hit me again.” Carrie was having a good laugh at our little game until I turned on her a said, “Pay attention because your virgin ass is next.” I turn back to Annie and asked, “Tell me how you imagined this.” She hesitated for a second, seemingly a bit embarrassed about verbalizing this fantasy so I prodded her mind just a bit and she let go. “Well, in my fantasy I’m on my side and you’re laying behind me. You have my leg raised and you slide you cock into my ass slowly at first. It hurts a bit when it first goes in but you hold it there until I adjust and then its starts to feel real good. I tell you when I’m ready and you start working me pretty gently at first but things quickly accelerate until you are really going at it. That’s when you roll me over on my stomach and begin really pounding me until we both reach orgasm.” That sounded good to me but I sensed there were a few details she omitting. “Tell me how we got you ready to take my cock.” She needed to be prodded once again so a tickled her brain one more time and she explained. “Actually, I kind of got my self ready by using my finger to loosen things up.” Now that sounded really interesting. I could imagine lying there watching this gorgeous little vixen fingering her asshole so she could let me probe that marvelous black hole. “Is there anything else about your fantasy that you want to share?” I knew there was one last detail. “Jeez, there is but you’re going to think I’m absolutely disgusting.” She had turned a deep shade of red by now. “If you want to live out this fantasy you’re going to have to tell me everything. You don’t need to be embarrassed. I want to do this just the way you imagined it.” I really did want to give her exactly what she dreamed about. “Alright, but I warned you. I know it sounds gross but I really want to taste you after you cum in my ass. I want to suck your cock and taste your cum as it dribbles from my ass.” She hid her face behind her hands. “There I said it”. There was no sign of relief in her voice. “Wow, that sounds really sexy. I have to admit, I kind of like the idea of seeing my cum oozing out of you ass.” She sensed the sincerity in my voice and slowly removed her hands. “Really; I mean, you don’t think its gross or something.” “It’s a bit kinky but I love it. Just one thing.” I turned to Carrie. “Hey Sis, I would really like to see how you eat Annie’s pussy. How about you work her pussy while she gets her ass ready for me.” The images running through my brain really had me primed as I moved out of the way. Carrie didn’t hesitate for a second. She took up position at Annie’s side. Annie rolled a bit on her side and as Carrie slid her head between Annie’s legs Annie rest her leg across Carrie’s shoulder. I was beginning to look like a perverted version of Twister. Carrie went right to work on Annie’s clit and Annie reached back and began probing her dark little rose bud. I moved behind Annie so I would be ready to impale her just as soon as she was ready and then just sat back to enjoy the show. It was a great show. Carrie obviously knew what Annie liked because she had her moaning her pleasure in nothing flat. She was also getting Annie really wet and Annie was using this to lubricate her tight little sphincter. It took her a while but she eventually managed to work first one, then two and finally a third finder into her ass It looked to me like sliding in wasn’t going to be much of a problem. On the few occasions where she removed her fingers totally, her asshole remained open and inviting. I was ready to accept the invitation. I slid up behind her and guided my cock to where her fingers were busily working and made contact to let her know I was there. She immediately grabbed my cock and guided it to her back door, seated my head at the entrance and pushed back slightly to be sure I was seated properly. With everything set and ready she looked back at me and said, “Do it Kenny. Bury that beautiful cock in my virgin ass.” I grabbed her hip and pushed gently forward until and inch found its way into her amazingly tight ass. This was going to be fantastic. I pulled back slowly a renew my invasion in several wave before I was fully seated in her ass and then held firmly waiting for her to let me know she was ready. All this happened as Carrie continued her assault on Annie’s clit and I was pretty sure she was going to cum before much longer. I also noticed that Carrie was playing with her own clit pretty vigorously so it looked like they were both headed toward the same result. I, on the other hand, was ready for a good long fuck and was getting just a bit impatient when Annie finally gave me the thumbs-up. I started out just as she described. My strokes were long and slow and the feeling of her rectal walls clinging and pulsing around my cock was as close to heaven as anyone could get in the living world. As this realization blossomed she came and suddenly clamped down and imprisoned my member deep inside her. I was immobilized while her body was wracked with several orgasmic spasms. The only strange thing was her silence. She’s a screamer but this time around she simply held her breath and grunted through each wave. I probed her mind wondering why she suddenly became so quite and realized they had been doing this from the very start. When they made love they always remained as quite as they could be so I would never hear or suspect what they were doing. I guess it made sense before today but there was no longer a need to keep this secret. I would have to work on that later. For now, my wait was over. As I sense her muscles relaxing she turned to me and said, “I’m ready.” That simple declaration was my ticket to unbridled freedom so I roll her over on her stomach and began building to a crescendo and she finally began to be vocal again. “Yes, that’s the way. Fuck me hard. Don’t stop until you’ve filled my ass with your hot cum. God, you feel so good. I’m so full. Fuck my tight little ass. Use my ass. Fuck me.” This went on unceasingly until I finally felt that familiar tightness in my balls. It was time it give her what she dreamed about. “I’m going to fill your ass with my cum any second now. God, your so tight and hot. I’m gonna cum deep inside your fucking ass.” Her verbalizations were infectious. “Yes, do it. Cum deep inside my ass. Let me feel you shoot deep inside me.” Carrie decided to make things a bit more interesting and bit down hard on Annie’s clit. Without planning a dual assault, I reached forward, took hold of each nipple and pinched down hard. That did the trick. Annie exploded into another intense orgasm and I blew my load deep in her bowels. We were screaming in unison, “Fuck, Fuck, Fuck. Annie recovered quickly as she was still on a mission. “Quick, give me your cock. I need to taste you now.” I pulled out of her ass with a distinctive pop and scooted forward as she turned to take my cock in her mouth. A contented moan escaped as her tongue ran circles around the underside of my rod and that’s when I noticed her fingers probing her freshly fucked ass. A small stream of my cum had begun flowing from her ass and she was scooping at it with her fingers. She released my cock so she could dip those fingers into her mouth and then went back for more. It took awhile but she finally seemed satisfied and released my cock. “That was amazing. I never imagined it would be that intense. I never imagined how full you would make me fell. I never imagined how good you would taste. Did you enjoy it?” She was serious. She was actually wondering if I enjoyed fucking her red-hot ass and watching her lap up my cum. You think she could have told by the fact that I was still hard. “It was great Annie. You are so hot and your ass was so tight I thought I died and went to heaven. Any time you want your sweet ass fuck again just let me know. I turned my attention to Carrie. “Now for you. I hope you’re ready.” I sense she was very reluctant to undergo the same treatment but I was determined and began tweaking her mind. “Kenny, I don’t know if I can handle it. Your too big and I know it’s going to hurt. Can’t you just fuck my pussy or maybe you can let me suck your cock.” “No little sister. Your ass is the last bit of virgin territory and I need to claim it for mine. Don’t worry though, I’ll take it nice and slow. I promise, I’ll make it feel good. Come here. I want you on your hands and knees.” She was shaking just a bit as she took her position. I spread her cheeks and examined my next prize. She was going to be at least as tight as Annie and was going to need a bit more work to get loosened up. That’s when the thought occurred to me. “Annie, why don’t you see if you can’t get Carrie ready.” With a simple “ok” she crawled behind her sister took hold of the cheeks I had be spr4eading open and reached in with her tongue and began probing the last virgin ass in my family. It took a while before she was ready to have a finger inserted and much longer before Annie could get a second finger buried. Carrie was finally relaxing her muscles but still there was a mental tension she could not let go of. I need to probe and tweak a bit more to break down this final barrier and as I did Annie slid a third finger in. Carrie groaned in the first sign of pleasure so I let Annie continue to see how far she could bring her kid sister. It took a good fifteen minutes but finally Carrie started to push back on Annie’s fingers and that was my sign. She was ready to be ass fuck. I tweaked Annie and silently directed her to shift and go to work on Carrie’s cunt. As she shifted I slid up behind my next target, placed my head at her opening and pushed firmly and incessantly without pause until I was buried to the hilt. Carrie flinched, then clamped and after a minute or two, relaxed. I thought Annie was as tight as it could get but Carrie was so tight it almost hurt. She was also lacking in the natural juices Annie secreted to lube my assault. We were going to need some help so I redirected Annie to come around and lick my cock as it slid in and out of Carrie’s asshole. Annie loved this. I guess it was an extension of sucking me clean and the lubrication was making it easier on Carrie and I. Now I was able to pick up the pace and before long I was really giving her a pounding. Now Annie shifted. She slid under Carrie so she could begin suckling her breast and as she did she reached down and slipped a finger into her pussy. The addition of that finger added a whole new level of intensity to the act and I lost it. I came in torrents and before my last squirt Carrie had her own orgasm, complete with her trademark cum shot. Now I was truly wasted. Carrie fell forward. I fell with her. Annie wound up trapped below us and started to panic as she fought her way out to get air and then collapsed with us. Together we cuddled and slept until later that afternoon. We had been at it for an untold number of hours and none of us had anything left to give or take. My sisters were now women and my first experience after learning about my true talents was profoundly fulfilling. Life was never going to be the same again and I looked forward to everything it had to offer. The gods smiled down on me as I gave in to the need for sleep. Chapter 5: To be or not to be a Slave Master For the next few weeks life was hectic at best. I had to decide on college and I was having a real hard time focusing on that decision as I became more and more aware of my mental abilities. I practiced with Mom and the girls and with Savannah trying to determine how far I could go and what results I could produce. I was learning constantly and eventually began to think beyond the obvious sexual opportunities this ability could produce. For instance, I learned that Annie was really attracted to two guys. One was a jock from Tennessee State where she was in her third year. They had been dating for almost a year now and she really wanted to see what he would be like in bed. With this guy, it was purely sexual. The second was a cousin, Eric. Eric was a year older than Annie and was just finishing up at Harvard. He was studying psychology, which seem particularly appropriate given my new understanding of how things worked in our family. Eric and I been close friends growing up but had lost touch after the accident. I guess distance does that. We shared many of the same interests but the thing we shared most was a love of cars. We had spent hours engrossed in anything and everything we could get our hands on in relation to cars and often talked about someday opening a shop where we would build new custom cars and restore old ones. I still held that dream and wondered if Eric did as well. I also wondered how Eric and Annie would fit together. They always got along well and seemed to have similar personalities. Both were open, friendly people with bright personalities and both were very intelligent. Annie wasn’t as passionate about cars but was truly interested so she often joined our conversations and understood things reasonably well. They also shared a passion for drawing. They drew different thing; Eric liked comic characters while Annie preferred landscapes and architecture, but still both had spent fun times doing this together. I remember on time in particular. Eric had gotten a hold of some of Annie’s drawings and added caricatures of our families. Each was a hilarious distortion and each was cleverly hidden in Annie’s drawing. I was hidden in the trunk of an oak tree. He had slipped the finished product back in the stack of Annie’s work and it was quite awhile before she noticed the additions. It was a Saturday afternoon and we were all sitting around the pool and Annie was doodling as usual when she came upon his work. At first she was furious. Then, as she looked more closely she became hysterical with laughter. Finally, she chased Eric around the pool and finally grabbed him and threw him in. She later framed that drawing and it still hangs in her room. The thought of the two of them together was comforting and I began to wonder if it was part of my responsibility to try and bring the two together. That’s when another thought came to mind. Inbreeding can do some pretty ugly things. Given what mom had said about marrying within the family I wondered how our family had avoided this miserable result. Eric was a second cousin but I wasn’t totally certain of his lineage and I really didn’t know if it made a difference. I needed to talk with mom about that one. I also became aware of certain desires not so deeply buried in Carrie’s head. She was not interested in anyone outside our immediate family and what I found shocked me. Carrie was in love with me. Carrie wanted to have a baby with me. Carrie never wanted to be separated from me. Eric might not present a problem for Annie but I was fairly certain having a baby with my kid sister was not a good idea. I really worried that I had stumbled on a very real problem. By the way, up to this point I had never worried about having unprotected sex with either of them. Mom had started them both on the pill when she realized I was going to recover and would be able to carry out my family responsibilities. As for Mom, she was very happy with Jake. She thought he was a great guy, very loving, good in bed, and all around, a decent person. She was having fun but had no desire to make it a permanent relationship. In fact, she had no desire for any other permanent relationship. She was still committed to my father and always would be. I found that both sad and comforting. For her, he could never be replaced but she would also never again be completely fulfilled. At least she wasn’t wasting her life moping around. I just wondered if I should help her move on or leave well enough alone. Then there was Savannah. She proved to be a real enigma. She was the perfect conservative teacher. It wasn’t just an act. It was her, or at least it was one side of her. She was also a sex-crazed beast. She couldn’t get enough and she loved to get really kinky. This was also a very real side of her and both sides seemed so contradictory that I started to find it hard to reconcile the two. Just for the record though, I didn’t spend much time fretting over this enigma. Instead, I spent hours delving into every depraved desire she had. It really came to a head a few days after the party. Savannah and Mom had spoke at length and now that Savannah knew everything was cool she was on me like a fly on shit. During the next week we found ourselves naked and fucking several time and each time was more intense than the last. She loved to be spanked. She loved to be bitten during foreplay and during sex. She wanted me to treat her roughly; to take her, tear her clothes off and just fuck the shit out of any hole I was in the mood to abuse. She was the first to take me into her throat and she was the first woman I tit-fucked. She also loved having me cum on her face. All of this was great fun and as we continued to explore her darkest desires I realized we had barely scratched the surface. On this particular day Savannah called rather than coming over. She came straight to the point. “Kenny, I was wondering if you could come over this afternoon. I have a few things I’d like to show you.” There was a bit of a devilish tone in her voice and a quick probe told me this was going to be interesting. It would also be the first time I saw her away from my home. “I’ll be there around three. Anything I should bring?” “Nah, just what you’re packing in your pants. I’ll supply the rest.” I never did need anything more than my natural equipment. I wondered what the rest would be. I got there right on time. The house seemed to be a perfect reflection of the conservative Savannah. It was a simple colonial, painted white with light blue trim around the windows and front door. A porch with two rockers and a swing lined the front of the house. Neat flowerbeds were set along the front of the porch and along the drive that was shaded by a huge weeping willow. It was all very subdued. I knocked on the door wondering what version of Savannah would appear and was shocked by what I saw. Savannah was no longer the conservative women she'd always displayed to the outside world nor was she the insatiable pervert I had come to know over the last few days. This version was a young schoolgirl, complete with white blouse, loose plaid tie and a matching pleated skirt, bobby socks and saddle shoes. She was the perfect image of purity and innocence. My cock immediately stood up and took notice. Before a word was spoken, I got the clearest message of what she was hoping for. This was a fantasy she wanted to live out and she was hoping I would read her thoughts and not force her to verbalize what she was hoping for. To speak the words would have ruined the fantasy for her. I played along. “Hello young lady. Are your parents at home?” I was going to be a stranger in this play. “No sir. They don’t get home until seven or so. Do you want me to give them a message?” She was getting off to a perfect start. Her tone of voice and body language was presenting the perfect image of an innocent and vulnerable little girl. “No message, Thank you. I wonder if I could come in and use your phone though. My car broke down and I really need to call for some help.” I was playing the charming and harmless stranger. “I really shouldn’t. My parents told me never to let strangers in. They would kill me if they knew I let a stranger in the house.” “That’s very sound advice. I tell my daughters the same thing. It’s just that I tried your neighbors and no one seems to be home. I have to get home to my girls before they start worrying and unless I can get someone to look at my car I’m kind of stuck.” Descendant of Baccus Pt. 02 Chapter 6: Returning To The Womb I returned home late that morning feeling both refreshed and confused. I found my mother at the kitchen table reading the paper so I grabbed a cup of coffee, gave her a kiss hello, and joined her. “Mom, I really need your help. I’ve got so many things running through my head I can’t think straight.” One look at me and she knew this was important. She put her paper down. “Shoot and I’ll do my best to help.” I was already comforted just knowing I had her to turn to. “Jeez, I hardly know where to begin.” I took a long drag on my coffee and figured I’d start with my sisters. “Well, to start with, there’s Annie. She is really taken with Eric and I think if he proves to be half the man she thinks he is she would gladly marry him. Then there’s Carrie. She is totally taken with me. Mom, she wants to have my baby. And now Savannah just got done telling me she wants to be my sex slave. I know suppose to be able to deal with all this but I don’t know where to start.” I paused and took another draw on my coffee. “For instance, you said the women of the family always marry within the family. But I’ve read things about birth defects that happen when blood relatives have children. Does this happen in our family or are we somehow immune?” I wasn’t giving her time to answer. Really, I was just venting. “And if we are immune does that mean I should give Carrie her wish and have a child with her? What about Annie, am I supposed to try to get her and Eric together? What if I don’t agree and think there is someone better for her?” “On top of all this, I’ve been offered a slave and even if I wanted one I’m not sure I’d even know where to start. She expects me to train her to be my perfect slave. What the hell is a perfect slave?” “I feel like I’m drowning fast and still I’m having a great time. I just don’t know where to go next. I need to sort things out and I need your help.” I’d finally released it all and sat back feeling better already just for having laid out the questions. Mom took up the reins. “First things first. We don’t have to worry about all the problems that come with a typical incestuous relationship and that includes the problems associated with making babies. Annie would be free to give Eric children and you are free to give Carrie a baby if you want.” “You should take control of both your sisters. They are depending on you to help them choose the right husband. If you think Eric is right for Annie then help them get together. If you think she should be with someone else then lead her in that direction. She will respect your choice and will thank you for it.” “Now, for Carrie. The only question here is do you want to have a child with her. Remember, the secret is to find a way to combine your desires with the desires of others. When you can do that successfully both of you will be fulfilled.” “Finally, and this is the same answer I gave you for the Carrie issue, if you think you might be satisfied having a slave then take her and let your instincts decide how you use her. She’s already told you that her only real desire is to be yours. If you want her then the answer is simple. Take her and just let things develop as you wish. Actually, this could be a good thing. You would have someone to focus all of your prurient desires on and that should leave you freer to work your skills with others where both must be pleased without a clear indication of how.” “Now, I have a question for you. Do you want to have a child?” I read a sense of hope in her eyes. “The honest answer is I do but I’m not sure if I’m ready for it. I’m supposed to be going off to college in a few weeks. How am I going to help Carrie through her pregnancy if I’m not here? And then when the baby comes how wrapped up will I be and will I have the time it takes to be a good father? I really do want children but I won’t risk having them if I’m not certain that I can be every bit as good as dad was with us.” Her pride in me showed through once again. “I know you have doubts but believe me when I tell you, you are thinking like your father and all you really need to do is keep your mind engaged this way and you will do just fine. Whatever you decide will be ok and anytime you start feeling confused you have your sisters and me to help. We will always be here for you.” Well there it was. I was not as fucked up as I thought and everything had a simple solution. Just think through both sides of the problem and the solution would be obvious. If I decided not to impregnate Carrie that would be ok. I just needed to let her down carefully. The same was true for Savannah. If I turned her offer down I could still play her little games and keep her and myself reasonably happy. Best of all, Mom reaffirmed that my head was working as it should and I really was in proper control. I rose, took her in my arms and hugged her warmly. She was and always would be my touchstone. Wait, what was this? I sensed a deep desire in her and I suddenly realized I had been ignoring her. Sure I was paying attention to her but only with those things that I needed her help to sort out. Mom wanted me and I suddenly flashed back on the party and my fleeting fantasy about being inside the pussy I came from. Our desires were in tune. I kissed her gently at first waiting for a response and her reaction was immediate. Her mouth opened and her tongue slid gently over my lips until I parted them to let her in. We quickly rose to a frenetic level as we explored each other’s mouths and stoked our mutual desires but this was not the way I wanted her. I realized this was a fantasy and an important part of that fantasy was to take her in the bed where I had been conceived. “Let’s go upstairs” I took her hand and led the way. When we got to her room I slowly turned and lock the door. I wasn’t so much that I wanted the privacy but I sensed that this was one of dad’s little quirks. I took her in my arms again and picked up where we left off but now I was trailing my hands down to her lovely ass. She was almost as firm as my sisters My cock was responding and as she felt my firmness pressed against her she began grinding her hips to increase the pressure. I broke away. I wanted to see her naked and part of my fantasy was to slowly strip her. I grabbed her tee shirt and eased it up as she raised her arms to assist. I guided it over her head, then drew it down over her arms and tossed it over on the chair near the bed. She was wearing a white lace bra with a small rose embroidered in the middle of the cups and the slightly sheer material allowed just the hint of her nipples and areolas to show through. I needed to uncover them and suckle them as I had when I was a baby. With light kisses covering her exposed skin I eased each strap off her shoulders and then reached behind and undid the clasp. I discovered I was pretty talented undoing bras with one hand and a quick snap of my fingers. As her bra fell away I caught it and tossed it over with her tee shirt. She had the fullest breast I had yet seen and while they did not defy gravity they sagged only slightly. Her nipples were distended to about a quarter inch long and about the same around. Her areolas were the color of light chocolate and fairly small and the rest of her skin was lightly tanned with tan lines that showed the outline of a bikini top that was slightly more modest than the one Carrie had worn at the party. I took both in my hands to test the weight and then leaned in to tease each nipple before I began feeding. I don’t know how to explain just how erotic it was to suckle those breasts once again. I suddenly found myself wishing she were lactating. I really think I would have cum then and there had I drawn her milk once again. As it was, I was enjoying this tremendously and Mom began responding with light moans of pleasure. I traced every inch of her breasts with my lips and tongue and eventually found enough will power to draw myself away from those delicious globes and begin working my way south. Her belly was flat and firm and quivered just a bit as I traced kisses over and around her belly button and as I did this I undid the button on her jeans and slid the zipper down. The jeans fit her like a glove and sliding them down proved to be a task best accomplished one inch at a time until they slid over her hips and down her thighs. Her panties matched her bra and again the thin material provided just a hint of her bush and labia. I skipped over her life-delivering core and eased her pants off each leg and flung them over to join the rest of her clothes before I headed back up. I skipped over her pussy once again and rose to stand and as I did I spun her around. My kisses began to dance over her shoulders and back as I cupped her breasts from behind. She was squirming in response as I eased down again to devote appropriate attention to the ass I had been admiring as she danced with Jake. Her ass was every bit as enticing as I had imagined. She was firm and round. Her skin was smooth and lightly covered with very fine hairs that would have been unnoticeable without the proper light. The bottom of each ass cheek held firm so the was no hidden crease between each and her upper thigh. In short, she had the ass of a teenager. I moved her panties so they were set in her crack and showed my admiration for that fine piece of work by kissing every succulent centimeter. She reached back to stroke my hair as a sign of her appreciation and I took that as a sign that it was time to ease her out of her panties. They were moist and the scent that escaped with them was enthralling. I needed to taste her so I rose once again and eased her back to the bed. I guided her down gently so she was lying on the bed with her legs hanging off the side and dropped down to my knees. She had shaved her pussy clean with the exception of a small blonde v-shaped patch marking the proper direction. It was both sexy and totally unnecessary. Her labia were full, colored a deep pink and were moist with her juices. I reached in and spread her open a bit to find her inner labia and the hood of her clit and I was lost. I came out of this impossibly small hole to join the world and now I just wanted to climb right back in. I settled for a taste instead and then another and another until I was eating her pussy with feverish intensity. By the time her clit popped out to join the fun she was dripping and as I took that nubbin between my lips she grabbed my head and began grinding her pussy against my mouth and chin. She was moaning constantly as I worked her to the point of no return and finally she exploded in orgasm. She didn’t shoot like Carrie but the volume of cum was no less impressive. It was dripping off my chin and running down the crack of her ass as she twisted and convulsed though one wave after another. I had wrapped my arms around each leg to hold on and I was loosing the battle. It was like trying to ride a wild bronco. I finally lost my grip and she literally jolted away from me and uttered the first words either of us had spoken thus far. “No more please. Too sensitive. Shocks. So good. Let me catch my breath.” She was spitting these out in short, choppy exclamations and I was content to watch her slowly return from the peak I’d driven her to. I took the opportunity to strip off my clothes before joining her on the bed and gently stroking her hair until she was ready for more. I needed to be inside her and with no words needed I rolled on top of her and let my cock find its own way into her sexual core. I slid in with ease and her tightness immediately enveloped me in luxurious warmth. I started slowly. I really wanted this to last as long as possible and maybe even longer than that. I also began to realize another desire lurking somewhere deep in the back of my muddled brain. I wanted to make my mother pregnant. I wanted to watch her belly grow with our baby. I wanted to watch our child slide from the same pussy that I’d come from. I wanted to suckle from one life giving breast as our child suckled from the other. I must have been projecting. Mom looked up at me and said, “I’m not taking anything and it’s the right time of the month. Let’s make a baby.” Now I was on a mission. I was time to make a baby and with that focus I began stroking with greater urgency, making sure I got as deep as I possibly could with each stroke. It didn’t take much longer for either of us when I uttered the first words I’d spoken since we got to the bedroom. “Cum with me Mom.” It was a hope more than a demand but it registered and as I stiffened and shot the first burst of cum deep in her womb she stiffened and began to succumb to her own orgasm. I don’t know how long we were caught in the throes of orgasm but by the time I had deposited the last drops of cum deep inside her we both just collapsed. I held my cock deep inside her, not wanting a drop of cum to escape before the job was done. For her part, Mom held her vaginal muscles taught to fortify the seal. She started weeping gently and after a while she finally spoke. “When your dad and I conceived you we made love three time and he shot three loads of cum into my fertile womb. It would mean so much to me if we did the same thing. I can’t imagine wanting anything more than to relive just a small piece of the time I spent with your father.” She was crying intensely by now so I just held her and did my best to sooth her. When she finally quieted I said, “Close your eyes and just imagine I’m dad.” I began moving inside her again and we kissed, and as we kissed I probed her mind to find out just what I needed to do to make this real for her. In her mind, she was replaying that day with dad so it became like following a script. Dad had her legs held high and was driving deeply into her as he came the second time. I slowly worked her into the same position and after about five minutes of this I was ready to deliver the second load of life giving cum. She sensed my pending eruption and grabbed my ass so she could pull me in tightly as I delivered the second dose. Again, I came in buckets. With her legs held high we had the added assistance of gravity as my sperm sought out her egg. Something inside told me this was the shot that found its mark but she wanted three and I wanted to deliver. I let her legs fall back down and lay with her again so we could both recover. I used the time to probe her mind. I wanted an advance look this time. When mom and dad had reached this point it was like the gates of hell had burst open. They went wild. Every possible position was employed and he even spent some time fucking her ass. I loved the intensity and intimacy of the first two rounds but I was really looking forward to the abandon of the next and my cock was obviously in agreement as it once again retuned to its full potential. I flipped mom over on her side and began working her again and once again, there was no need for words. I knew what she wanted and she knew I knew. She closed her eyes once again as she gave in to the memory and I flipped her over to take her from behind. It was in this position that I felt her building to a new orgasm so I reached around, grabbed her clit and pinched. That did the trick and she exploded. Before this one past it was time to take her ass. I quickly pulled my cock from her spasming cunt and quickly drove it into her ass. With all the juices we had produced it slid in easily and the force of mom’s orgasm seemed to double in intensity. I began pounding her forcefully and was almost ready to give in to my own orgasm before I pulled myself free. She moved with the agility of a cat trying to escape a bath. In a flash she had flipped around, pushed me over on my back and began giving my cock a tongue bath. It was heavenly and functional. I couldn’t go back to her pussy with a shit streaked cock or she might get infected and that would ruin everything and she was determine to make this perfect. She cleaned every inch of my cock and balls and when she was satisfies she climbed on top and took me back into her sopping cunt. She rode with abandon until I was again close so I pulled her down on me and rolled her over. It only took a few more deep stokes and I was filling her once again and that was enough to trigger her final orgasm of the day. I had no doubt I was going to be a father. Mom had no doubt she was pregnant. We were both spent and it was a while before either of us spoke. Mom began. “Thank you Kenny. I don’t know how to explain just how much I needed that. I’ve felt so empty since loosing your father. I mean, Jake is really nice and he’s actually a decent lover but no one had touched me the way your father did. That’s until now. I love you so much. Thank you.” She was getting teary eyed again. “I love you too mom and I love the idea of having a baby with you. Being inside you like that and knowing you were going to get pregnant was the most erotic experience yet. I’m the one who should be saying thank you.” As I spoke the words I also reached another decision. “Mom, I’ve decided to give Carrie a baby as well. It’s the perfect time. You can both help each other through the pregnancy and the children will have each other as they grow up. I’ll manage around my college schedule.” It was oddly comforting to have made this decision. Despite all that it would mean to our lives I was certain this was the right thing to do. “Kenny, there’s something else I need to explain to you. You’ve already realized you are smarter than average. What you haven’t realized yet is there is no need for you to attend college. You would actually do better on your own just concentrating on those things you want to learn and then applying that knowledge, as you would like. That is the way all of the men in our family have achieved their goals. If you want to go to college for the experience that’s fine but it’s not necessary.” This was a real shocker. I’d grown up thinking that the hopes of my parents were like those of most parents I knew. Your children grew up and went off to college so they could be truly successful in life. I had been so focused on achieving that goal that having it suddenly described as unnecessary was bewildering. “I’m confused mom. Dad had diplomas from Harvard and MIT. How did he get them if he didn’t go to college and why did he have them?” “Your father earned those diplomas the same way you can if you wish. He decided others would feel more comfortable if they saw these hanging on his office wall so he went to each of those universities and tested in all the required course areas to proved he had the necessary command of the subject. The schools granted him credits based on these results and awarded him diplomas that were as valid as any issued to common students. No college offered diplomas on this basis until your father convince Harvard and MIT that this was a valid way to promote higher education. Now almost all offer life-experience credits and charge handsomely for them. The student and the college wins and you can too if you want to take this approach.” I was still a little stunned but the reality of this was beginning to sink in. I could define my own structure and direction without the strict mandates set down by any university and I would be at least as successful. That would also leave me free to help both mom and Carrie through pregnancy and insure I was around to help raise our children. While I was digesting this new twist mom decided it was time to drop one more bomb. “There’s one more thing you need to know. We are, or I should say, you are wealthy. We don’t flaunt it but we have all the money you could possibly need. Your father left it to you and if you are smart about managing it, it will be all your children will ever need. This house if fully paid for as it the lake house and the cars. Part of your inheritance also includes houses in France, Italy Switzerland, England, Australia, Honk Kong and Brazil. Your father’s business was transferred to you as well and there are a number of bank and investment accounts in each of the countries where you own property. You will need to spend a fair amount of time learning about all the things in your portfolio. I really don’t know how much all of it is worth but it is a significant amount. Until now, your uncle Steve has managed it. He’s been managing the business as well. You should go to the office tomorrow and talk with him about how best to transfer all of the management to you. Descendant of Baccus Pt. 02 I wavered between overwhelmed and overjoyed for just a brief moment when I finally decided overjoyed was the right state of mind. I was free to do as I wished. I was free not to go to a university and assured that I would be just as successful if I chose to stay away. I was wealthy and that wealth would provide additional freedoms must folks only dream of. Simply stated, I was free to live like a god. The only real challenge I was going to face was keeping my head screwed on straight. Descendant of Baccus Pt. 03 Chapter 7: Controlling My Empire I went to visit my uncle the following day and began to discover the full extent of my empire. Beside the consulting business my father had built there were various other businesses he had inherited or earned an interest in and all were operating profitably. I had accounts in all the places mom mentioned and several others as well so my holdings were widely dispersed. The combined businesses employed over 15,000 people in several countries and dad had left plans for several expansion projects that would nearly double the staff count. The businesses included construction, product manufacturing, a health care network and 2 banks. I also owned an island that was independent of any country jurisdiction. It was located at the southern end of the chain of islands that make up Indonesia. My grandfather had bought the island from the Indonesian government decades ago and it was currently maintained as a wildlife sanctuary and was generating income through Eco-tourism. All told, my net worth was in excess of fifty billion dollars. Dad had been drawing a meager salary of $250,000 per year and had left instructions through Uncle Steve to continue paying me that same amount in the event of his death. As a result and given the fact that I was not spending any of it, I had cash in the bank of about $750,000 dollars. This was small change given what I was learning. Mom had been drawing on a trust dad had set up in the event that he died and I was either dead or incapacitated. Now that I was back on my feet and ready to take the reins that trust would revert to me and I would assume support for my family. Dad’s primary work was to provide consulting services to all sorts of folks who wanted to learn how to be more successful in their lives. Uncle Steve handed me a note Dad had left that asked me to assume his role. He explained that with our unique talents we could offer advise and guidance that was unparalleled and thought I would find the work as fulfilling as he had. He also explained the fee structure and this helped clarify how we now controlled such a diverse empire. Basically, everyone dad helped provided a financial interest in his or her future. He was paid in equity rather than cash. I knew I wanted to work and this work seemed as good as any at this point. Beside, if dad found it fulfilling I truly expected I would too. I spent the rest of the day getting settled into dad’s old office; actually, my new office and getting acquainted with several members of the senior staff and our client list. The office was actually two rooms with a private bath. The primary room was more like a comfortable living room with two large leather sofas facing each other and a simple oak and glass coffee table in the center. The floors were set in a herringbone pattern of oak in various shades and a Persian carpet woven in rich shades of red and gold covered the majority of this. The lighting was subdued but sufficient for the space. One wall of the office was a floor-to-ceiling window that was dressed in both a sheer and a heavy set of drapes. The heavy set was done in rich velvet that mirrored the colors of the carpet. In the far corner was a small bar with a couple of leather stools and behind the bar stood a huge tank with fresh-water fish. The overall ambience was one of understated comfort that made me feel immediately at home. The second room had much the same feel but this was set with a large oak desk as its centerpiece. Again there was a wall of windows while the other three walls were covered by bookshelves that were fully stacked. I took a quick inventory of the books and found that they ran a gamut from casual fiction to business and psychology texts. I had a feeling this collection was going to provide all the education I would require. I sat behind the desk and tried to get a sense of how dad felt in this position. The clearest image I conjured was a man who was humbled by the power he wielded on a daily basis. Given how destructive power can be it seemed that maintaining a humble disposition was the best defense I could mount and I knew it was a defense I would have to become dedicated to maintaining. I would do my father proud or die trying. I began rummaging through his desk and found all the typical paraphernalia until I got to the last draw. In this space was a control panel with a touch screen and monitor that made it look like a TV remote control on steroids. I found the power button, pressed it and this compact beast came to life. It didn’t take long to discover that one of its functions was to monitor the security cameras in several locations around the building. I played a bit until I was satisfied that I had accessed all of the monitoring points before moving on to the other controls. That’s when I got stuck. I hit a control that was labeled “Access Points” and was prompted for a password. I had no idea what that would be or at least, I didn’t think so. But, then it came to me. I don’t know where it came from but I immediately began entering a series of ten numbers and suddenly the display changed to reveal a series of 4 door shaped icons. I began testing each. The first opened a panel on the surface of the desk and a computer popped up to fill the space. It was lit with a mirror of the display I was toying with. For the time being, I stuck with the remote. The second icon opened a panel in the bookshelf behind the desk that was filled with file folders. A quick looks at these revealed that these were clients with very well know names. Each folder had a description of the services dad had provided, recommendations for additional services and most importantly, what form of payment had been promised by each client. Many of these clients had paid with an equity interest in their companies and I recognized most of these as part of the list Uncle Steve had shared. There were a couple not on that list, including a chain of bordellos in Australia and a ranch of some sort in Argentina. I was not yet sure why there were holdings that did not appear on Uncle Steve’s list. I’d have to look into that later. I guess dad kept these secured to guard client privacy. . The third access point revealed a similar panel, also filled with file folders. I didn’t recognize any of these names so I began going through the first few before I realized these were all women dad was having sex with. Each folder had the woman’s details and a description of her likes and dislikes. Dad had also included notes about what he liked and disliked most about each. I spent quite a while going through these and it proved to be very interesting reading. The most interesting part was a discovery that dad had several slaves. Apparently all had offered themselves freely and each had been willed to another master when he died. In each of these folders was a detailed description of the training he had put them through and, like a report card, each was scored on how well they had learned what was required of them. He had also characterized them by type. There were domestic slaves, office slaves and sex slaves. I also discovered one category labeled toilet slave that was particularly strange. It mainly involved urine; he called it golden showers, and the two women in this category seemed to be among the first he had trained. He was sexually active with all his slaves but it was the sex slave’s role to please him and others while the remaining slaves where there for his pleasure alone. In the folders of the four sex slaves he included a list of all the folks he had demanded the slave service and each of the serviced individuals had also given the performance a score. When scores were sub-par he listed the various punishments each had endured. I noticed several matches between the list of his clients and the list of those serviced. I discovered a total of 14 slaves from age 18 to 36. His first slave was taken when he was 20 and the last joined him a year before his death. As I studied these I knew I could and would enslave Savannah and now I was getting some sense of how I would train her and what I would train her for. The final access point revealed a hidden door in the bookshelf that was situated between the two file panels. This office had much more than I had expected. I entered into a bedroom that was perfectly matched in decor with the lounge. Its focal point was a huge circular bed in the center that was set on a carpeted platform. It appeared that the platform was cushioned so falling off this monster would be more fun than painful. There were three doors offset in each of the three interior walls. The first led to a large bath done in marble with bronze fittings. It was the first and only space that was ostentatious. It included a toilet and bidet, a glass-enclosed shower stall and a very large whirlpool bath. The marble counter had a pair of matching sinks set into it and a full wall of mirrors backed it. The second door led to a large closet and dressing area. The racks were filled with suits and the draws were filled with everything else my dad could possibly need. I gave one of his suit jackets a quick try and realized I had grown so that it fit just about perfectly. It was a somewhat unsettling revelation. The final door led to a chamber that looked like a mirror image of the chamber in Savannah’s basement. The only real difference is it was larger and had a more complex set of mechanisms to bind a person. This was obviously where dad had trained his slaves. Thinking back to the files on his slaves and the training he put them through I began examining the equipment and imagining how it was and would be used. I was getting hard as I began to picture Savannah bound and being whipped. I was definitely going to have fun here. I left this space and returned to the desk. There would be plenty of time to fully explore this private space. For now, I needed to focus on the business and how I was going to assume the reins. I found everything I needed to know on the computer and it was nearly 10 at night when I finally looked up and realized I was starving. I grabbed some things I wanted to review at home and left the office only to find a young, smarty dressed, secretary sitting at the desk outside my door. “Good evening Mr. Marcus.” She was eerily cheerful for this time of night. “My name is Rachel Anderson and I have been assigned as your secretary until you can find someone more to your liking.” I liked what I saw so far. She had red hair the color of a rich burgundy that was cut neatly across her shoulders and brushed back from her forehead. Her eyes were honey colored and seemed almost Asian in shape. Her breasts were not particularly large but they did seem to fill her blouse nicely. If the lower half was in tune with the upper half she was a fine specimen of a woman. “How long have you been here Rachel?” I suspected she was sitting here since shortly after I had entered late that morning. “I arrived at 10 this morning. I was told not to disturb you and also to be sure no one else disturbed you.” She seemed almost apologetic for having spent the day basically idle. “What are your normal working hours?” Since she was here at this hour I suspected she had no set schedule. “My hours are flexible. I will be here whenever you are.” I suddenly wondered if this might have been one of the office slaves dad had trained but I didn’t remember seeing her name in any of the files. She also looked a bit young given the fact that dad was gone 3 years now. I decided I didn’t need to get home just yet. “Come into the office and let’s talk a bit.” I turned and led the way. I sat on the couch and motioned her to join me. She sat demurely at my side with her legs held closed and her hands resting on her lap. She had set herself at the edge of the couch with her back held perfectly straight. There was something about the overall image that just screamed, “I’m submissive”. I liked it. “How old are you?” “I’m 20 years old sir.” “And, how long have you worked here?” “I started last week as your personal secretary. I’ve been told the position may be temporary.” She was transmitting a clear hope that it wouldn’t be. “And what did they say you would be doing as my personal secretary?” I purposely emphasized personal trying to gauge how she would respond. “I will do anything you ask. I’ve been told that my job is to insure you have everything you need or want and to help manage your office. I’ll need you to tell me how best to do that.” I was looking beyond her words and knew she really meant what she was saying and fully expected me to use her completely. In fact, she was hoping I would use her completely. I also discovered an interesting fact. Her mother had been dad’s secretary and one of his office slaves. Now I remembered the family name. Her mom was one of the more difficult training cases. “I believe I can do the job well once I have a better understanding of what you will require. I just completed my bachelor’s degree at Tennessee State with majors in business management and financial accounting. I graduated at the top of my class with a lot of hard work. I am prepared to sit for my accounting exams if you wish me to and I will work just as hard for you.” This all sounded real good to me. “We’ll let’s start with a simple task. I’m starving and I’m guessing you are too. Go to the kitchen and fix us a few sandwiches and a salad.” I waited for the right response. “What type of sandwich would you like Sir.” That was the right response. “Anything will do.” She left quickly and I settled back into a daydream of how I was going to use her once my belly was satisfied. It didn’t take long for her to return and I was hard when she did. She had made a selection of sandwiches with various cold cuts and tuna. She also made the salad I asked for and had brought a number of dressings along since she was uncertain what my tastes would be. I grabbed a few cokes from the bar and invited her to dig in with me. She ate like a bird while I devoured 2 sandwiches and a large helping of salad. By the time I was done she had managed to consume half a tuna sandwich and a small helping of the salad, which she ate with no dressing. I later learned she was weight conscious and was always careful about what and how much she ate. I liked that about her. Now that I’d satisfied my belly I was ready to focus on my more primal urges. I had been probing her mind throughout the meal and I learned that she wanted to be taken. She could be embarrassed but she would work through the embarrassment to answer any question or perform any act I required. I decided to test her limits. “Clear this up and come back quickly.” It was a clear demand that she immediately responded to with a simple “Yes Sir”. Everything was back on the tray and she was out of the office in an instant and only a few minutes before she returned. She stopped short of the couch waiting for my next command. “I am going to ask you a series of questions that will help determine if I keep you on or not. You are to answer them completely and with total honesty. Do you understand?” “Yes Sir, I do.” was her simple and calmly stated response. “Are you aware that your mother was one of my father’s slaves?” I wanted to hit her hard right from the start. She didn’t hesitate. “Yes Sir, I am. She told me when I turned 18 and your father had already passed away. She was very happy with him and her role.” “Are you aware of the training she endured to achieve that position?” I wondered how much she really knew and how much she was willing to relate. “She described her training as very demanding and often involving both mental and physical punishment until she had learned what was required of her.” There wasn’t much detail there but the answer was delivered in a forthright manner. I probed and found that she knew more detail than she was sharing. “You have just taken a step closer to being replaced. I want complete and honest answers or this is all just a waste of time. Now once again, did your mom make you aware of the type of training she endured?” My tone left no doubt about my dissatisfaction and her thoughts registered this fact with absolute clarity. “I’m sorry sir. She described being punished in a number of ways. She explained that she was often bound and beaten with various implements. She described the beatings as being almost as painful as giving birth. She was also made to beg for forgiveness and was treated like a dog when your father decided it was necessary. She explained that she was often to willful for her own good and your father had to spend a great deal of time breaking her of that will. He required her to service his sexual desires and she was also beaten on a number of occasions when she failed to perform adequately. She did describe one particular instance when she was required to service him orally but chocked and vomited when his penis entered her throat. She was made to lick the mess clean. I believe that happened here in this office. On one other occasion a client complained that she was disrespectful to him during a phone call. In this case, she was bound to some sort of rack and whipped by your father and then by the offended client. Those are the stories I remember. I’m sorry but I may have forgotten others.” She had shared all that she remembered. “That’s better. Now tell me, how did she describe how she felt about her role?” “She always said she was never more happy than she was once she finally learned how to be a proper slave. She described it as liberating which seemed a little odd to me. What she described was a feeling of freedom that came from knowing all she had to do was make your father happy and everything else in her life would take care of itself. I’ve studied quite a bit on this subject and I think I now understand what she felt. I guess it can be liberating when all of life’s little problems are boiled down to a single requirement; satisfy your master and you will achieve satisfaction.” She really meant what she had said and a more in depth probe revealed what I had suspected. Her studies had convinced her that she wanted to be mastered and was hoping I would master her. I wanted to hear her say it. “I want a simple yes or no answer to these next questions and you had better answer without hesitation if I’m to believe you.” I paused for effect. “Do you want to be my slave?” “Yes.” There was no hesitation at all. “Are you prepared to undergo the necessary training?” “Yes.” “Are you prepared to be owned by me?” “Yes, I am.” She realized her error immediately and gasped. “I said yes or no. What part of that did you not understand?” She hung her head and said, “I sorry. I just wanted to be clear.” “You were perfectly clear. Now yes or no, are you prepared to be owned by me?” “Yes.” “And are you prepared to undergo the necessary training?” “Yes.” “Do you understand that once I agree to accept you as my slave there will be no turning back? I will own you and there will be no chance of escaping my ownership.” “Yes.” “Be careful now. I want you to be sure you understand what I’m saying. Your life will be mine. You will do nothing without my permission. You will go nowhere without my permission. You will have neither lovers nor friends unless I provide them. You will be mine to do with as I please 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. If you say yes that’s the end of your life, as you know it. I will redefine your life to suit my needs. Now, is this what you want?” “Yes.” This response was as emphatic as the others but there was a certain tone of resignation in her voice that made me wonder. Was this really what she wanted or just what she thought she wanted? It was time for a test and she had earned her first punishment with her earlier lapse. Descendant of Baccus Pt. 03 “Well then, let’s see if you’re willing to accept the consequences of your decision. Go to my desk. In the top left-hand draw you’ll find a large wooden ruler. Bring it here.” She moved purposefully and returned with the implement of her punishment. By the way, I almost forgot to mention, her lower body was perfectly matched to her upper half. Seeing her naked and fucking the shit out of her would have been fun enough. Delivering a bit of abuse was the icing on the cake. “What are you wearing under your skirt? “Panties sir.” “Remove them and hand them to me.” She reached under her skirt and without revealing anything more than thigh she handed me a pair of aquamarine colored lace panties. They were warm and moist. Her scent was subtle. The crotch held a single red pubic hair. “You’re wet aren’t you?” “Yes sir.” She was clearly embarrassed but did not hesitate to answer. I shifted to the edge of the couch. “Lift your skirt and lay here.” I indicated my lap and she moved into position quickly. Her ass was almost perfect. It was firm and round and had a small dimple where both cheeks met at the top. Its only flaw was a small almond shaped beauty mark on her right cheek. Some may have thought it was cute but I thought it took something away from her otherwise milky white skin. “For your failure to adhere to my instructions you will receive ten slaps on each cheek. You will apologize to failing to adhere to my instructions after each. If you fail to do so promptly and sincerely I will start again from one. Do you understand?” “Yes sir.” There was a slight quiver in her voice. “One more thing; when we are alone you will refer to me as Master. In the company of others you are required to call me Sir. When we are in any part of this private space, regardless of who may be with us, you will also refer to me as Master. Do you understand?” “Yes Master.” The quiver was more pronounced this time and as I probed her mind I discovered her only fear is that others would become aware of her role. She thought of this as a very private circumstance and hoped it would always be that way. I made a mental note to use this against her. After all, she wanted to be mastered and that role would clearly have to trump any other desire she might have. I contemplated starting her off with a few gentle swats but as I pulled my hand back to deliver the first blow I noticed her tighten up and that sparked something in me I’d not realized was there before now. I was going to enjoy giving her a bit of pain. Nothing that was going to leave permanent marks of course but pain that would be seared into her brain quite indelibly. The sound of the first shot as it made contact with her right cheek even made me flinch. A violent splash of red immediately took shape and her voice rang out, ”I’m sorry Master.” The second rap struck her left cheek with equal force and raised a new stripe of crimson to match the first and her voice rang out again, “Sorry Master”. By the time I reached the count of five for each cheek she was sobbing her apologies and I was hard as a rock. I continued to beat her mercilessly until I had delivered 9 to each cheek and she was crying loudly and forcing her apologies out. I was determined to make her scream the last apologies out so with all the force I could muster I delivered the tenth blow to her royally abused right cheek. I got my wish as she screamed and almost lost it. I’m not sure how but she managed to voice one more apology. I drew on my reserves for the last blow and she screamed again and I thought I had her. It almost looked like the pain was going to overwhelm her and just as I was getting revved up about another round of punishment she barely whispered, “I’m sorry Master.” I was disappointed and elated all at the same time as I pushed her roughly off my lap and to the floor. As she lay face down on the carpet sobbing I placed my shoe on her head and said, “That was only a taste of the punishment you will endure when you fail to please me. Remember it well and let’s see how long you can avoid another round. Now get yourself together. You have work to do.” I have to admit, she was a pretty pathetic site and I was having a few pangs of remorse as she worked herself up to her knees and pulled a handkerchief from her skirt pocket to dry her eyes. Her ass was fiery red and must have hurt like hell. I would have to be careful in the future not to go to far. I really didn’t want to leave permanent marks on her lovely skin if I could avoid it and I did come very close to loosing control. I would have to learn to set limits for myself or I could easily wind up killing someone. This all raced through my brain as she regained control and was waiting for my next instructions. All I needed to do was decide where I wanted to stick my cock first. I decided to let her guide my decision. “I assume you’re not a virgin. Am I right?” “You are right Master.” “Do you consider yourself to be sexually skilled?” “I think I am but I’m sure I have a lot to learn.” Now that was a horribly safe answer. I decided to corner her. “What do you consider your best sexual skill?” “I believe my oral skills are the best.” That was too reserved for my tastes. “You mean you think you give great head?” I wanted her to be blatant about. “Yes Master, I’ve been told I’m good at giving head.” “Do you swallow or spit?” The answer really didn’t matter. She would be swallowing unless I decided to cum somewhere else. “If he cums in my mouth I swallow Master.” That was an interesting way to phrase her answer. “Can you deep-throat.” She blushed a little. “Sometimes Master. If the penis, I mean cock, is very big I can’t always get it all the way down.” She was beginning to get the idea. “Well then slave, get your freshly spanked ass over here and show me how well you suck dick and let’s see if you swallow my rod.” She moved with purpose and expertise. In a flash my pant were around my knees and my cock was being treated to a flurry of delicate kisses along its entire length. This progressed to long lollipop like licks around the head and back down to the base until I was nearly paralyzed with the pleasure she was delivering. She moved down to my balls and lavished each with warm kisses before drawing each into her hot mouth so she could tease them with her tongue and then she slid down and began teasing perineum. I began digging my nails into my palms to offset the pleasure or I was going to explode long before I wanted. Now she moved back up the length of my dick and finally took the head in her mouth. By the way, I consider myself about average at just under seven inches long and about 2 inches thick so I fully expected her to deep-throat me and a quick probe told me she was feeling fairly confident about her ability to accomplish this. She worked my cock slowly, taking me deeper with each stroke as she held me at the base. It was delicious. Her mouth was steaming hot, her tongue was perpetually active and her hand was following each stoke to insure my full length was being attended to. I had to use the nails-in-the-palm trick again. She seemed to sense this and changed tactics once again. She took my cock from her mouth and began working her way down to my balls once again but this time she didn’t stop. She grabbed one leg and with more strength than she appeared to have, she lifted it up toward my chest. Her other hand spread my ass open and the next thing I knew her tongue was probing my back door. Now this was truly special and had the added benefit of easing the pressure I was felling to cum. So far she was getting a perfect score. There was only one test left and she started to work her way back up to her final exam. This time she kept her hands away as she captured my cock in her mouth. She began to work it in again and each stoke allowed a little more of my dick to disappear into that exquisite mouth. When I felt the back of her throat she stopped and held me in place. She seemed to be getting herself psyched for the final plunge. She pulled back once again until she had just the head in her mouth, then took a deep breath and then drove down. She stopped when her nose bounced against my crotch and she held it there. This was proving to be the best blowjob yet and I forgot about trying to hold out any longer. Again she seemed to sense this and began to stroke my full length with fervor and almost before I knew what was happening I blew my load down her silky tight throat and kept on shooting until I began to get dizzy. I was actually near to passing out when she finally eased up and sucked the last few drops from me. I needed water and some rest before I moved on. She looked up at me waiting for a sign of approval but I just shooed her off to get some water. She definitely earned some brownie points with her performance but I wasn’t prepared to let her know that just yet. Keeping her off balance for a while seemed like the better plan. I drank two glasses of water before I felt whole again and could once again concentrate on my beautiful new slave. It was time to see her naked. “Stand up and strip.” I was a simple command and she followed it without hesitation. She was not as well endowed as mom or my sisters. Her breasts were b-cups at best and probably a 34. They were firm however and seemed well suited to her body. Her nipples were also a bit small and her areolas very lightly colored so they hardly stood out from the rest of the breast. Like her ass, her breasts were milky white but these were free of any birthmarks or freckles. Her stomach was flat and firm and her abs were well defined. She obviously spent time working out as her legs were also nicely toned. At 5 foot 5, she was not statuesque but still presented a very enticing total package. Rachel also had a totally shaved pussy. This was a first for me and I decided I really liked the effect. Her pussy was small and puffy with labia that were slightly red and fully closed to conceal her inner treasure. I would have to spend some time eating that pussy but not now. For now, I was focused on using her. Sharing with her might come later. She wore very little makeup and I found that pleasing. Much more than what she had applied would have spoiled the clean and innocent look she was presenting. The only bit of splash she had applied was with the deep red nail polish she had applied to both her fingers and toes. The color choice is what made this interesting. It was like a subtle sign of a repressed sexuality I was determined to bring to the surface. “Do you masturbate?” My cock was beginning to stir again. “Yes Master.” “Show me.” She was embarrassed and a quick probe told me this was one more thing she thought of as completely private. She would learn soon enough that she had no privacy left. She complied quickly. One hand moved to her tits while the other moved between her legs, which she had parted slightly. Her fingers danced over the outside of her pussy for a few minutes before she parted her lips with a single finger and began gently rubbing the hood of her clit. She was still working her tits as her clit began to poke its head out. She had a remarkable clit. Fully excited, it stood out a good half inch and was almost as think as her pinky. It was definitely the largest clit I’d seen and once it was fully extended she began focusing her attention on that trigger until I was certain she was about to cum. “Stop now”, I demanded and she did with a sigh of frustration. “You will not cum without my permission. That rule stands whether you are with me or not. If you do I will punish you severely. Now tell me, when you masturbate do you slip your fingers into your pussy?” “No Master. Normally I just concentrate on my clit.” Her embarrassment seemed to be subsiding a bit and a quick look inside her head told me her need to cum was overriding her shyness. “I want to see you finger fuck your pussy. Do it now!” Her hand slipped back down and her middle finger quickly disappeared into her cunt. I had my first real look beyond her outer labia and she was clearly wet. She began working that finger in and out of her cunt when I demanded she add a second and then a third. She was getting close again. “Stop now.” This time she nearly growled with frustration. “Have you been fucked up the ass?” She turned red again. “Yes Master but not often. It always seems to hurt and I can’t seem to relax.” She sounded apologetic. “We’ll have to work on that. For now, turn around, bend over and finger you ass.” She hesitated for just the slightest moment but did as she was told. Her ass was still fiery red. She was having a hard time getting her index finger inserted. If she was really that tight I was going to have a great time fucking that hole. Once she got it past her sphincter and started to appear more at ease I demanded she add a second finger. Again, she had to work hard to get it in and she was moaning slightly from what I discovered was discomfort rather than pleasure. That was fine with me. “I want to see three fingers fucking your ass. Do it now!” I slight squeak issued from her as she began to work the third finger up her ass. “Now, fuck your ass and don’t stop until I tell you to. Use your other hand to work your pussy. Make it three fingers as well and remember, you don’t have permission to cum.” Her obedience was complete and before long she was working each hole vigorously and fighting for control at the same time. She was obviously going to cum whether she wanted to or not and half of me was tempted to let her so I would have an excuse to punish her some more. The other half just wanted to fuck the shit out of her and leave punishment for future enjoyment. That’s the half that won out. “Stop now!” The pathetic sound that issued forth was reward enough for me and punishment enough for her. She was on a hair trigger. I rose from the couch and ordered her to kneel where I had been sitting. I spread her ass and spit directly into her slightly opened asshole to get some lubrication and then rammed my cock up her ass with absolutely no ceremony. She squealed like a stuck pig. She was by far the tightest ass yet. So tight in fact, it almost hurt but that wasn’t going to stop me. I immediately began pounding her as best I could. Each time I withdrew her ass muscles helped and each time I pressed forward those same muscles fought back. The friction was building and so was my impending orgasm. Rachel was crying and grunting with each thrust and was no longer on the edge of orgasm. The pain was overriding all of her pleasure receptors. That needed to change. “Finger your cunt bitch. I’m not going to stop banging your ass until you cum.” I hoped that would provide the incentive she needed. There was no hesitation this time. She immediately went to work on her clit and before long her cries of pain had been replaced with the distinct sounds of her pending orgasm. I spit again to get some lubrication on my cock and redoubled my efforts to fuck her silly. I was still not close and she was just about ready to explode orgasm. I decided I needed to slow her down. I could have simply told her to stop frigging her cunt but I decide to try something different this time. I entered her mind and tried to push her orgasm back. It wasn’t working so I increased my level of concentration and dug more deeply into her brain. Finally, I found the pleasure center and began trying to work it down from its current peak. Again, I had to concentrate more intensely and this was starting to have an effect on my own orgasm. The harder I worked to push her back from the edge the more my own orgasm retreated. I needed to change tactics. I dug into my own mind to find a way to compartmentalize and separate these two efforts and much to my surprise I found I could focus on both pleasure centers simultaneously. I was thrilled with this discovery and now worked to hold her orgasm at bay while I refocused on achieving mine. She was crying in frustration and working her clit so hard I thought she might rip it right out when I finally felt myself reaching the point of no return. Now that I was there it was time to release her and the second I did she exploded. The scream she let out sounded more like the roar of a lioness as she began to convulse in orgasm. She was cumming with such force I almost lost my grip and that was when I finally let go. I love the sight of my cum being pushed out around my cock and this load was so huge copious amounts of cum were now oozing from her ass. I made sure I’d worked the last few drops out and then pushed her away like a used rag. She fell forward, drew herself into a ball and started to cry uncontrollably. “Why the fuck are you crying?” It took some time for her to finally mouth the words and even then they came in a staccato beat between her sobs and sniffles. “I’ve never cum that hard Master. What did you do to me? I thought I was going to die if I didn’t cum and I just couldn’t get there. God, I was so close for so long. It was torture Master.” “I did exactly as I pleased and from now on I will continue to use you as I please. I control when and if you cum. Please me and I might let you orgasm. Fail to please me and I might just let you die trying to reach orgasm. From now on you are my bitch. Now, go get yourself cleaned up and go home. I want you back here at 9. Also, you are not allowed to wear panties and you are never to wear pants in my company. I want easy access to your cunt and ass. You will keep your pussy shaved and smooth. One more thing; we need to get your miserable ass to loosen up a bit. You will go out at lunch tomorrow and buy a dildo that is slightly larger than my cock. Every morning when you wake you will fuck yourself in the ass with that dildo. You will do this for no less than a half hour and you will not cum. Do you understand?” “Yes Master.” Her voice left no doubt that she had been left weak from our efforts and that was further confirmed as she struggled to get to her feet. “Good. Now get the fuck out of here!” She turned to collect her clothes and was about to get dressed. “I thought I told you to get the fuck out of here. You can dress outside. Tomorrow I’ll give you another lesson in obedience. Now, get out.” She sheepishly turned and headed out the door with her clothes in hand. I sat back and reflected on my first experience as a slave master and was not entirely comfortable with how I’d performed. I needed to find better balance between driving my slave to submission and providing reward as an incentive. I guess I would need as much training as my slaves. Oh well, nothing good in life comes without a price and this price was going to be willing paid. I liked being a master and would enjoy it even more once I’d mastered this art form. Descendant of Baccus Pt. 04 To all those who have voted and sent notes, thank you. I really appreciate the feedback. To the guy who's wife couldn't get through the story without giving him a bj, outstanding. That is the best compliment I could ever hope for. Be sure to return the favor. As for being the Steven King of erotica, that's pushing it a bit I'm sure but thanks anyway. Please keep the comments coming. I'm going to take this in a number of different directions and have several more character I want to add. I'd be happy to take suggestions and see how they might play into the storyline. Chapter 8: Marriage, Babies & Slave Training By the time I got home that night it was 2:00 AM and I really expected everyone to be sound asleep. The house was quiet when I arrived so I grabbed a soda from the fridge and headed up to my room. Not everyone was sleeping. There was Carrie sitting on my bed watching TV. She looked so sweet laying there in her oversized tee shirt. I went to her and kissed her warmly as any lover would do. "What are you doning here? I figured everyone would be soundly sleeping by now." She was chipper. "I wanted to talk to you and I really wasn't very tired. Would it be ok if we talked a bit?" "Sure, but let me take a quick shower first." I needed to clean away the sweat generated by my adventure with Racheal. I could have showered before leaving the office but everything was so new to me I actually forgot it was there. The shower was just what I needed and by the time I got back to Carrie I was feeling a bit tired but comfortably refreshed. I climbed into bed next to her and kissed her once more. "Now we can talk. What's on your mind little sister?" "Well, its kind of embarrassing but I've had this fantasy for almost as long as I can remember and I was hoping maybe you would help me with it." The wild woman who had fucked me with such abandon just a few days ago now looked like a total innocent as she worked up the courage to explain her fantasy. "Kenny, you know I love you with all my heart. I can't imagine ever loving someone as much as I love you. I'm at an age where I should be thinking about relationships and husbands and maybe children but I really can't imagine finding anyone I would want to spend my life with. That is, no one that would come close to you." She paused to screw her courage up one more notch. "Kenny, I want to be with you. I want to be much more than just your little sister. I want to be your wife. I want to have babies with you and grow old with you and share the resrt of my life with you." She paused one more time and a wave of relife seemed to wash over her. "There, I said it." She was truly releived. "Hey Sis, there's no need to be embarrassed. I kind of guessed this was what you wanted. Remember, I can see inside your head when I want to. I've already been giving this a lot of thought and was planning to talk to you about it as soon as we had a chance. So, let me explain what I've been thinking." "First, I would love to make babies with you. I love you very much and I know now that we would make excellent parents." I hardly got the last words out when she jumped on me and hugged me with all her might. "Hang on. There's a but here that you need to hear." She suddenly looked worried. "We really can't be officially married, at least not here in the States so you being my wife would have to be kept a secret shared with Mom and Annie alone." She perked up again. "That's ok. I don't need the world to know. You and I will know." "That's fine with me as well but there's another small detail. I'm realizing that I could never be manogomus. Even as husband and wife I will often be with other women. I may even share some of them with you. If you want to become my wife you have to understand this and you need to know I won't tolerate any jealousies. You will share a very important part of me but you won't have exclusivity. You are going to need to decide if you'll be ok with that." Her response was immediate. "I already knew that and I'm really ok with it. I know you'll always make me feel wanted and important to you. I trust you and I love you." She hugged me again. "Well then, one last thing you need to understand is that you won't be the only one I have children with. In fact, I'll know in a week or so but I'm fairly positive that I got mom pregnamt yesterday." "Holy shit, mom's going to have a baby. That's so intense. She must be thrilled." She paused and thought for a moment. "Will I be the baby's aunt or sister? I guess both." She started laughing and then hugged me close and wispered in my ear. "Make me pregnant and mom and I can have our babies together." "Ok then, but you won't have them quite together. We need to get you off the pill first. It may take a couple of weeks before you're fertile. In the meantime though, let's slip you out of this tee shirt so we can consumate our marriage." I was already naked and as usual, my cock was springing to life in anticipation. We made love that night. It was nothing like the animalistic fuck fests we'd had before. This was slow and tender and incredibly intense. We fucked and sucked each other until the sun came up and all the while I was dreaming about the moment when I would plant my seed deep inside her. The next generation was beginning to take shape. I did mamange to get a couple of hours sleep and after a quick shower I headed down to the kitchen for some coffee and found mom in her usual place at the table. I kissed her good morning and immediately noticed she looked a bit green. "What's up mom?" I was a bit concerned as she rarely got sick and she certainly looked pretty awful as she sat sipping her coffee. She smiled up at me. "I think you got your wish. I'm pretty sure this is morning sickness and that means you are going to be a father." Behind the quasiness she feeling was real joy. It shouldn't have come as a surprise but I was momentarily shocked. That quickly gave way to a profound serenity. I rose and took her in my arms. "I love you with all my heart. I will love our child just as much. Is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable." "Not really, this just has to run its course. It'll pass. Thank you for asking but don't worry about me. I'll be fine." She felt so good in my arms I was tempted to blow off the office and carry her to bed. Unfortunately, I was now a man with responsibilities so I pushed the thought back and decided now would be a good time to fill her in on Carrie and me. "Mom, Carrie was waiting for me last night and we had a long conversation. I've decided that I will take her as my wife. She will stop takiing the pill today and I will be making a baby with her just as soon as she's fertile. Also, neither Carrie or I are going to college. I will learn all I need to know on my own and Carrie will learn from me. I haven't told her about this part of my plan yet but I'm sure she'll agree." "Also, I went through all the accounts yesterday and a bunch of stuff has been signed over to me. That includes the trust you've been drawing off. When I get home tonight I need you to help me understand what's required to maintain the household budget. I would really appreciate if you would still manage the house so all I really need to know is how much will be required." "I've also decided that I will take Savannah as my slave. I will be taking control of her assests as well and would like you to manage a few things for me. I want her house sold. Before it's sold we will need someone to refinish her basement. I don't think there are many folks who will want to buy a house with its own torture chamber. I will have her sign her accounts over to me as well. Once the house is sold I want you to use the proceeds to build a new house on the back of our porperty. I'll give you the plans and I would like you to manage the construction project. I will find contractors I can trust to remain discrete. By the way, the house will be large enough to house ten people. I will be taking other slaves as well and the house will be both living space and training facility for them. I wanted it placed far enough back on the property so no one will be aware that it exists and so no one will hear or see shat goes on there. I'll scout out the location and give you the details when I have the plans ready." She was awe struck. "You seem to be moving pretty quickly. Are you sure you know what you're doing. I mean it's ok if you want to take it a bit slow. No one expects you to do everything all at once. You can ease into this if you want." I probed and found that it was not that she doubted my ability to handle all of this. She was just worried that I take enough time to enjoy along the way. "It's going to be fine. I know enough now to be comfortable with what I've planned so far. I'm going to start meeting clients today and I'm actually really looking forward to jumping in with both feet. Don't worry. I'm loving this already." I really was. My life had purpose. There was no doubt I'd hit a few bumps along the way and have to change direction on occasion but I was looking forward to all those challenges. I was beginning to feel like the man of the family and it felt great. "I need to get to the office. We'll talk some more when I get home." I kissed her and headed for the door. "Oh, by the way, call Savannah and tell her to be here at 7 sharp. She'll be having dinner with us. I'll need to spend some time with her before dinner so if it's ok maybe we can eat around 8. Don't set a place at the table for her. I will begin her training tonight and she will be eating on the floor." And, with that I was out the door. I can only imagine how mom reacted to that little bit of detail. I got to the office to find Rachael sitting at her desk looking every bit as good as she had yesterday. I gave a quick thought to getting a morning blowjob to kick things off but then thought better of it. There was a lot to do." "Good Morning Sir." She was genuinely happy to see me. "Good morning Rachael. He is a list of clients I want to talk to this morning. Give me 10 minutes to settle in and begin getting them on the phone. Did you remember my instructions on how you are to dress?" She flushed and said, "Yes Sir, I have." "Good, lift your skirt." I just needed a quick look at her lovely pussy. She discretely lifted her ass from her chair and slid her skirt up to give me a full view. She had in fact remembered to leave the panties off. "Spread your legs." She did as told and was clearly wet. "I can see you're wet, have you been playing with your pussy?" She couldn't answer fast enough. "No sir, not at all." "Then what has you so wet?" She turned slightly red. "I was just thinking about what you told me to do at lunch and I guess it got to me a bit." "Well good. I'm glad to see you're looking forward to it. I guess you forgot the part about your next lesson in obedience." "No sir, I haven't forgotten. I'll try my best to learn from it sir." She was only slightly subdued when she delivered this statement. I probed quickly and discovered she was actually looking forward to it and was actually quite intent on learning from it. Maybe she wouldn't be as hard a case as her mother was. I headed into the office and settled down to work. For the balance of the morning I spoke with a dozen clients from the published list. I was saving the private list clients for later. Without exception, every client was thrilled to hear I was on board and before the morning passed I had a nearly full calendar of appointments for the coming week. I was ready for a break. I pressed the intercom. "Rachael, bring me two tuna sandwiches and a salad. Then go out and purchase the item we discussed yesterday. Be back in an hour and let me know when you have returned." Her perky voice shot back over the speaker with a quick "Yes Sir" and in no more than 5 minutes she was knocking at the door with my lunch. I spent the next hour eating and making notes on what each of the coming weeks meetings should accomplish and then moved on to planning who among the private clients I wanted to call this afternoon. I was so engrossed that the knock on the door startled me. The hour had past in an instant and Rachael was back. I buzzed her in. She was carrying a small plastic bag that was discretely void of any markings. "Is that your new toy?" "Yes Master." "Let me see it." I wondered how close she came to matching my size. The dildo she presented was almost a perfect match. Its length was just a bit longer than the real thing and girth was just about a perfect match. The skin tone was lighter than mine and the head seemed a bit thicker. All in all, it seemed perfectly suited to the task at hand. It was time to give it a test run and it was time to introduce my slave to her chamber of horrors. I quickly popped the secret door and led her through the bedroom. I didn't even pause to notice if she registered any surprise at seeing this secret space. I led her into the training room. I decided that training room sounded more professional and since this was an office I decided to maintain some measure of professionalism. The space in the new home I was going to build would be a dungeon and torture chamber in every sense of the word. Before she could react to what she was seeing I stepped behind her and closed the door. That was when I noticed a control panel mounted to the wall. It had a few new controls but the ones I recognized immediately were the door icons. A couple of quick taps and the secret door registered as closed. I turned on my slave. "Strip and get ready for your next lesson." She placed the dildo on the table and was out of her clothes in a flash. It was good to see her ass had recovered. It was, once again, milky white. I'd remedy that before long. "Now, go select a paddle from the wall and bring it to me." I kind of liked making her choose my weapon. The one she chose was about 14 inches long with a rounded head that looked somewhat like a tennis racket except this was all wood and had a pattern of holes drilled through it. She handed it to me and I tested the weight and feel in my hand. This was going to do just fine. It was perfectly sized for my hand and had been taped to provide a solid grip. The shape of the head made it top heavy so it would swing well and the size of the head insured it would cover both her cheeks with each shot. She was definitely going to remember this lesson. Now I went to the wall and selected four lengths of rope to bind her with. I wanted to be sure she felt totally vulnerable for this round. "Bend over the table and spread your legs." She did as told and I quickly bound her limbs to the table much as I had done with Savannah. The best she would be able to do was squirm a bit. "Now, I am going to paddle your pitiful ass. So far you've been a fairly sad excuse for a slave. Let's see if you can't learn how to behave properly. After each stoke you will repeat, "I will obey my Master completely and immediately". Once again, if you fail to repeat this simple phrase or you fail to convince me that you are sincere I will start again. I think 20 strokes should be sufficient." I reared back and let the paddle fly. It was a horrible sound that emanated from the point of contact and her scream immediately told me this was far more painful than the ruler. She chanted the required phrase. I let loose again and she repeated again but now she was crying. I aimed the next blow a bit lower and caught her upper thighs and she screamed and chanted once more. She was already beet red and I started to worry that I was using too much force. I eased off just a bit on the next few strokes and she continued to cry out the required phase after each. I'd reached ten when I noticed moisture around her pussy. Was she sweating from the exertion of the punishment or was she actually getting wet. I reached in a dipped a finger into her cunt. From reading dad's files I new a good slave would get off on some pain but I guess I really didn't believe it until now. Rachael was fuckably wet so I decided to tease her a bit. I turned the paddle around and started to use the handle on her cunt, first running it between her slit and then by pushing the handle in several inches. I fucked her a bit like this until I was sure she was close to coming and then I quickly pulled the paddle from her hole, flipped it around and delivered a vicious blow. Her scream was heart wrenching as was her pitiful voice as she forced the phrase once more from her lips. I repeated this sweet and sour mixture until I had reached a count of 19 and decided the last blow would have to be joined by orgasm. I grabbed the new dildo from the table and shoved it up her cunt. I began working it as I whispered in her ear, "You've borne your punishment well. You have my permission to cum." I worked it forcefully into her tight hole and waited for the inevitable and when it finally ravaged her I struck. The final blow was the most forceful yet and I can't even begin to explain the sound that came from her. It was shrill. It was guttural. It was mixed with her best efforts to sound out the words of her required response. And mixed with all of this was her orgasm. It was the most powerful orgasm she'd ever had. Of this, I had no doubt. It was the longest orgasm she'd ever had. Again, I had no doubt. It was so intense I nearly came in my pants and that was the most surprising part of the whole scene. I quickly pulled my cock from my pants and shoved it up her cunt. I fucked her savagely until I finally exploded deep inside her. This was the first time I'd fucked her pussy and I was amazed at how tight she was. She was gripping my full length and her muscles were twitching to create an entirely different sensation along my length. I later came across a phrase for this, "Snapper Pussy". This seemed totally appropriate as it felt like a rubber band being stretched and released against my cock. I don't mean to say it stung as a rubber band does when snapped against your skin. Instead, this felt like the rubber band had been made of soft silk and kind of thumped against my length with each pulse. I was in heaven and Rachael seemed to have passed out. I pulled my dick from her molten core, grabbed some smelling salts from one of the draws and brought her back around. She was dazed and seemed to have forgotten for just a moment that she was tired down. As it registered she looked over her shoulder and once she managed to focus she ask, "May I speak Master". I hadn't yet told her that she needed to ask before speaking but now that she did I decided I liked the idea. "Yes you may." "I'm sorry I've started so poorly. I promise to try harder to be a proper slave. Thank you for letting me cum Master." She delivered the words in a weak voice but that took nothing away from her heartfelt sentiment. "You took your punishment well and when you do well I will always finds ways to reward you. Remember that before you screw up again. I would prefer to give you pleasure that to have to deliver pain. However, I will continue to punish you without remorse if you fail to please me. Now, I'm going to untie you. Remain where you are." "Yes Master." I quickly undid the ropes and picked up the dildo from the floor where I had tossed it. I also grabbed some KY from the counter where the butt plugs were lined up. "I want to see you use this. You may use some of this lube but by the end of this week I want you to demonstrate that you can take this without the assistance of the lube. I will be using your ass often so you better do a good job of getting it in shape for me." She took the lube and applied just a small amount to her asshole and slowly worked 3 fingers back into that tight opening. She then applied a bit more to the dildo and began to work it in. She was clearly struggling but she kept up the effort and I was reasonably pleased with her results. I just didn't have the time to let her maintain this pace so I stepped up and gave it a mighty push until it was almost fully buried in her ass. Again, she squealed like a stuck pig but she held it there and before long she started to work it in and out. I probed and realized that even if I said yes she wasn't going to cum so I tickled her pleasure center again and told her she was free to orgasm if she wanted. Descendant of Baccus Pt. 04 Her tone changed, the pace of the dildo increased and she began fucking back against it. I continued to tickle and she continued to work until it finally hit her like a tone of bricks. This orgasm wasn't as intense as the first but it was nonetheless satisfying and when it subsided she was spent. She looked back at me and asked, "May I take it out now Master?" She was a wreck. Her hair was matted with sweat. The little makeup she wore was streaked. Tears were running down her cheeks. She had enough for this session. "Yes you may." I stepped back and opened the door. "Go shower and dress. We have work to do." "Should I take my clothes with me Master?" She had learned something. "Yes you may and don't forget your dildo as well." She collected her things as I pointed her to the bathroom. She headed that way as I took the time to organize the room and reflect a bit on this latest lesson. I decided she was made to be a sex slave. I would still use her as my secretary for now but her role would have to change. Maybe Savannah would prove to be a more suitable office slave. I spent the rest of the afternoon on the phone with some of the more prominent private clients and set additional appointment that now had the coming week totally booked. Life was going to get very busy. Descendant of Bacchus By Zazupitz Chapter 9: Family Fun & More I got home around six and spent the next hour just relaxing. I had given very careful thought to how this night was going to go and if all went to plan I was going to need all my energy. Savannah showed up right on time and she was a true vision. She wore a simple black dress that was cut square across the neck and hugged all of her curves in just the right way. It came to about 6 inches above her knees to show her legs to their best advantage and it was sleeveless, with zipper up the back. To this simple garment she added a simple string of rose-colored pearls and matching pearl earrings that stood out nicely against the dark material. Her hair was brushed out and was capturing the highlights of the setting sun so it almost looked like she'd worn a saintly crown. Her makeup was a bit more pronounced tonight and that was the one element I was not totally thrilled with. That would have to change but it really did very little damage to the overall appearance. She was gorgeous. I invited her in and led her to the den without so much as a kiss hello. It was time to give her what she asked for and somehow I doubted it would be quite the way she had hoped. "Have a seat." The coldness of my greeting was having the effect I'd hoped for. She was definitely off balance and worried. "I want you to listen without interrupting. When I'm done I will ask you one and only one question. Think carefully before you answer as it will be the only time you are offered this choice." She was starting to get a sense of what was coming and as I looked inside I saw her getting excited. It would be interesting to see if her excitement would be maintained. "You have asked me to take you as my slave and I have spent a great deal of time considering that request. I may be prepared to grant it based on a number of conditions." "First, if I agree to take you as my slave I will own you. You will have no will of your own. I will tell you what to do, where to go, how to dress, when to eat, when to sleep, who to fuck and how to fuck them. In short, you will become my property; my play thing." "Second, since I will own you I will also own everything you now own. You will sign everything over to me and I will do with it as I please. You will be stripped of everything." A quick read told me this was starting to sound a bit too intense for her. "Third, you will quit your job. You will have no need to work for anyone or at anything other than what I decide will be pleasing to me. I may put you to work in my office or I may just leave you chained up in my dungeon until I have need of you." "Fourth, I will put you through a very intense, painful and demeaning training program. I have not decided what type of slave I will turn you into but I am certain that I will be using and sharing you with others. Whatever fate I choose for you will be met with your absolute commitment to succeed." "Now, and remember to take your time before answering, do you still want me to take you?" By this time she was ringing her hands and grinding her teeth. As I looked inside I could see a full-fledged battle between wanting everything I offered and away as fast and a far as possible. I really didn't know how this was going to turn out and while I could have influenced her response I decided not to. If she said yes it had to be her decision alone or I would never truly feel comfortable with what I was going to do to her if it was not her decision alone. The battle was coming down to one question. She wanted to know if I would ever really love her if she became my slave or would she be nothing more than a thing I played with. If it were possible for there to be love she would give everything up for that chance. If she were destined to be nothing more than an object then she would have to say no. "May I ask a question?" The tension in her voice was almost choking her. I on the other hand remained calm and determined, almost cold. "Yes you may." "I love you. I will always love you. I want to be yours as completely as possible and that's why I offered myself to you as your slave. I can't imagine a better way to demonstrate my love than to give myself over to you. I created the room in my basement just for you and never considered sharing it with anyone else. But, I'm scared. I'm scared that you will think of me differently if I do this. I'm afraid you won't be able to love me. I think it would kill me if I gave you everything and lost you at the same time. I don't know how to ask this but I guess I just want to know if you could love me as your slave or would I just become some kind of object you owned and used." I let her hang for a few beats before I responded. "I love you too and I truly believe I will always love you. However, I will also use you. If you give yourself to me I will take full advantage of you. I will treat you like an object. I will abuse and embarrass you at times. I will make you do things that you'd never imagined doing and I will teach you to love all of it. By the time I'm done with you, you will be a very different person but I will still love you. I think the real question you should be asking is will you be able to love yourself. Will you be able to love that inner you you've kept so well hidden or will you be repulsed by it as I bring it out into the light of day and begin to nurture it?" She didn't hesitate this time. "I've looked long and hard at these feelings ever since I began tutoring you. The side of me that wants to be so completely dominated is as much a part of who I am as the side I show the world every day. I can't deny that this is a real part of who I am and I have become comfortable with that part of me. I've become convinced that I need to let this side of me free. I've felt so bottled up until now that I don't think I've ever really been happy. If I can release this beast inside me and still have your love I really believe I will finally be truly happy." She was crying softly now and as I watched her tears roll down her cheeks I knew I would always love her. No matter how I chose to use her that would not change. "Listen to me carefully. I will always love you and giving yourself to me would truly be a gift beyond any I could hope for. However, there will be times when what I do to you makes you doubt that love. There will be times, especially in the early days of your training where you will regret giving yourself to me. None of that can be helped if you are to be a true slave. If you have the strength to bear these times then say yes. I you have doubts then please say no. I meant what I said before. If you say yes this will be the last time you will have a choice." I actually wondered if I really did want her to say no. If she said yes I would not take half measures in her training. There would be times we both regretted taking this path but I would follow it relentlessly and I would force her to follow along. If she said no we could still be lovers and friends. I might not have as much time for her and we would never be as close as we would if I were her Master but we could still have fun. I almost wished she would say no. She settled my indecision. "I'm ready. If you'll have me I'm yours. Just tell me what you want me to do." She seemed to sink under the weight of her decision and at the same time I read a sense of relief at having made the choice she did. I rose and took her in my arms and just held her for a while. The intimacy of it was almost more than I could deal with. I kissed her deeply and then held her by the shoulders, looked into her eyes and started her down the road to her complete submission. "From now on I am your Master and you will refer to me that way. If you fail to do so you will be punished. I am not happy with the amount of makeup you're wearing. You will use modest amounts in colors I choose. You are no longer allowed to wear panties unless I tell you to. I want easy access to your pussy and ass at all times. You ask permission before you speak. If you fail to ask permission you will be punished. You will not orgasm without permission. If you do I will punish you. From now on you are mine. You will do exactly as I say without the slightest hesitation. If you fail you will be punished. Your training begins now and until I am satisfied that you are aware of your new role you will be treated like a dog. You will join me for dinner tonight and like any good dog you will eat on the floor. I will be sharing you with others. Do for them as if you were doing for me. If you fail you will be punished. Tomorrow you will come to my office with all of the documents related to your house, car, bank accounts, and any other assets you own. You will sign all of those over to me. From now on you live here. I will create a suitable environment soon but for now you will be kept in the basement. When I am satisfied that you are learning your proper place I may provide a more comfortable arrangement for you. I truly hope you can learn to live with your decision because there is no turning back now. Do you understand?" She looked into my eyes for a brief second and then looked down as she said, "Yes Master". "Good. Now, give me your panties." She quickly and with no modestly at all slipped them off and handed them over to me. They smelled sweet. They were also moist. "Now, blow me!" I quickly released my cock and she moved just as quickly to her knees to capture it with her mouth. It was strange. She was doing everything just as before but I just wasn't enjoying it as much. I guess I was just a bit saddened by her choice. I really liked the Savannah I'd come to know. She'd really grown on me and now I could only hope this new Savannah would grow on me as much. I grabbed her head and started to fuck her mouth and that seemed to do the trick. My orgasm wasn't as intense as the last time I'd enjoyed her mouth but it did the trick and after squeezing the last few drop out I was ready to introduce my new slave to the family. I was also starving. I drew her to her feet and noticed a few drops of cum clinging to the corners of her mouth and as I did she moved to wipe them away. I stopped her. "Don't! I want them there for everyone to see. From now on you might try harder to suck down every drop and maybe you can avoid the embarrassment of everyone seeing your cum stained face. Now let's go to dinner." She began walking at my side. "No slave! You will remain two paces behind me at all times. Before you are allowed to walk at my side again you will need to earn it." I led the way into the dining room where everyone was just being seated. All eyes fell on Savannah. "Let me introduce you to my new slave." I turned and called her to me. "This is Slave Savannah. I have just agreed to take her into training. Until I say otherwise, she will be treated like a stray dog. I will need all of you to help me maintain that discipline if she is to succeed. Showing her any kindness will do her more harm than good. Also, you will see things as I conduct her training that will be upsetting at times. Please trust me and please don't interfere. Training a proper slave is a daunting task. With your help this slave may just succeed. " Mom had done as asked and not set a place for her. I pointed to the floor at the side of my chair and she obediently took her place on the floor with her legs crossed underneath her. She looked pathetic. Dinner conversation was a bit strained at first. Having Savannah sitting there waiting for me to pass her scraps of food had to be upsetting for everyone. But, it passed before long and we were talking just as we always had. The meal was excellent as usual and we all ate heartily. We were just about through when I realized Annie was still not aware of Mom's condition or of Carrie and me and our new relationship. It was time to bring her up to date and talk to her about what I was thinking about for her future. "Annie, there's some news we need to share with you. Mom, why don't you start." Mom was beaming as she explained her new state. "Well honey, there's no real way to ease into this so I just going to come right out with it. You're going to be a sister again." Annie lit up like a Christmas tree. "Wow, holy shit. A boy or a girl?" "I don't know yet but that's not all the news. Kenny is the father." She looked at Annie with just a slight touch of fear at how this news would be accepted. "Wow, that's so intense." She paused for a Moment to digest this news and then continued. "I guess I'm a bit stunned but I'm really thrilled too. God, this is going to be so cool. We're going to have a new baby in the house." I jumped in. If she thought one child was thrilling lord only knew how she'd react to the news of two. "Annie, Carrie and I are also going to be together. She has asked to be more than just my sister. She wants to be my wife and I have agreed. She has stopped taking the pill and as soon as she is fertile we'll also be making a baby. The house is going to get pretty noisy before long." I had forgotten Savannah was at my side until I heard the small gasp that came from her as I delivered this news. To the table I said, "Excuse me" and for Savannah I offered her first true taste of her new role. "You are a dog. You have no business listening in on my conversations. If you want to be heard you will ask permission. Otherwise, you are to remain invisible. You have just earned your first punishment. Now, sit there and keep quite." She hung her head with shame and as I looked back at the table all three women were clearly shocked. "I'm sorry for the disruption. Please just remember, I am doing this for her. She wanted this. She had a choice and this is what she chose. Help me and together we can help her succeed." "Now, where were we? Oh yea, the house was going to get noisy." Annie was the first to recover. "Kenny, you seemed to have things pretty well set with Mom and Carrie. Can I ask, have you had time to think about me yet?" As Mom had said, they would all be looking to me to help guide their futures. "I have Sis. Actually I've been thinking quite a bit about what would make you happy. To be honest, I've also looked into your mind a bit to try and get some hints." She flushed at that bit of news. "I know you still have very strong feeling for Eric. I really like him as well and I think it might be worth it to get the two of you together and see if there's still the same spark you two used to share. I hope it's ok with you. I called him today and he's going to come over and spend the weekend. You two can catch up a bit and if you're still interested I'll talk to him." She lit up once again, jumped from her seat and ran to me. She jumped into my lap and nearly knock us both over as she hugged me. "Thank you. Thank you so much. I knew I could count on you to do the right thing. I love you so much. God, I can't wait to see him again. Thank You." We kissed deeply and as we broke the kiss she whispered, "How about making love to me. It's been days and I really need to taste your cock." "Down girl. I have plans for all of us tonight. Tonight we are going to be a family like no other. Now, go help Mom get the coffee and leave things to me. I promise you'll all be satisfied before the night is out." She gave me one last kiss before she got up and with Mom, headed to the kitchen. I asked Carrie to stay behind. "Carrie, when is your period due?" "It should be around the end of this week. It's normally pretty regular." "Good. Now, I need your help tonight. I want us all to make love together. I think this might be a bit strange for Mom though and I want to be sure she gets comfortable and really enjoys herself. If you can make sure you pay special attention to her I'd really appreciate it." Carrie and Annie had been lovers and the three of us had been together so I was confident we would be ok. I just wondered if Mom might be a bit overwhelmed and figured if Carrie kept focused on her Mom come around. All we needed to do was whet her sexual appetite. I also had plans for a bit of a warm up with Savannah. If all went to plan this would be the wildest night yet. Mom and Annie returned with the coffee and after a bit more small talk I decided to get things rolling. "Let's all go inside. Savannah, clear the table and then join us." I led them to the den. This room was going to be perfect. It was a bit oversized but very cozy with it's rich wood paneling and a stone fireplace that made the coldest winter nights fade into the distance. Of course being August, there was no need for a fire but still it added warmth to the overall ambiance of the room. There was a large over-stuffed sofa done in shades of gold and two matching chairs set at either side of the fireplace. The floor was carpeted in a thick pile that invited folks to stretch out and relax I'd certainly done just that on many occasions. I directed them to sit on the sofa. "Before Savannah gets here I need your help with something. First, Mom I don't want you to be embarrassed but I need to know something. Have you ever been with a woman?" Her response stunned me. "Of course, many times. Your dad loved to watch me make love to women and then join us." It was such a matter-of-fact response that we were all momentarily stunned. I began to wonder just how experienced and kinky Mom might be. Maybe I'd have a chance to explore some of that tonight. For now, I needed to push on. "Savannah hasn't. I need all of you to help me here. When she comes in I'm going to make her give each of you an orgasm. Then when we're all making love tonight I'm going to instruct her to be sure she is servicing one of you at all times. However, I don't want her to cum tonight. Let her do as I tell her but don't reciprocate. If she does orgasm I want to know and I will have to punish her. Will you help?" They looked at each other for a second and then all agreed. I scanned each of them and discovered Mom was actually looking forward to this much more than the others. Again, I was a bit surprised. No sooner had they agreed than Savannah came into the den. She moved immediately to my side and kneeled. That was a positive sign. "Savannah, I am going to let you participate tonight. Listen carefully and follow my instructions exactly. First, I want you naked." She became red with embarrassment but quickly slipped out of her dress and removed her bra. She really was beautiful. Descendant of Baccus Pt. 04 "Now, I want you to undress the ladies." She responded with a simple "Yes Master" and before long I was sitting before four naked goddesses. "Now Savannah, I would like Mom and my sisters to enjoy an orgasm to take some of the edge off. All the dogs I know love to lick things. Show me you can be a good dog and lick each of them until they cum in your mouth." She hesitated just a bit before she spoke. "May I say something Master?" "If you must." "It's just that I've never done this before and I'm not sure I know haw to do it well enough." She was being sincere so I cut her a break and let slide the fact that she hadn't jumped right into her task. "I'm sure you've had your cunt eaten before so you certainly know what you like. Just do the same and let's see if you can't get it done. Now, stop wasting time. You can start with my mother." She crawled to Mom who was now leaning back with her legs spread and began kissing her inner thighs and outer labia. Mom purred just a bit to let her know she was off to a good start. With that bit of encouragement she slipped her tongue out and stroked between Mom's pussy lips. They were already engorged and red with lust and Mom moaned this time. She reached down and spread herself open. Her inner lips are a bit larger than either of the girls and are a deeper pink as well. They were glistening with her wetness and Savannah didn't hesitate to lavish them with long strokes of her tongue. It wasn't going to take long to get Mom off. I should have asked them to try and hold back so Savannah would have to work a bit harder. Oh well, maybe next time. Savannah moved down to Mom's hole and began sliding her tongue as deep into Mom's pussy as she could and Mom responded by grabbing Savannah's head and bucking her hips against her mouth. With her tongue buried in Mom's cunt her nose was pressed against Mom's clit and was rubbing it as Mom bucked against her. That was all it took. Mom spasmed and came as Savannah continued to work her tongue deeply and before long we could all see Mom's juices start running down Savannah's chin. And, just as the first drops fell from her chin Mom lifted her ass from the couch and started rubbing her pussy all over Savannah's face. She was delivering a cum bath and I was in awe. Mom was definitely kinkier than I had suspected and this was definitely going to be a wilder night than I had imagined. Mom eventually came down and released Savannah to her next customer. I took a quick read of Savannah and found a new measure of confidence that hadn't existed before. She had gotten Mom off far to easily and then I remembered. I could play with their pleasure centers. I could hold their orgasm off. I could make Savannah really work at this. As she moved to Annie I began to apply my skills. She began as she had with Mom and I let things progress much the same way until I felt Annie getting close. I held her there. Savannah sensed how close Annie was and almost started to panic when the expected explosion didn't materialize. She changed tactics and moved up to Annie's clit and caught it between her lips. I almost lost Annie there. She was so ready all I'd have to do was release her and a light breeze would have finished the job. Savannah began sucking Annie's clit like it was a cock, drawing it in and out of her mouth with ever increasing speed and Annie was so damn close she was crying for release. I decided she'd had enough. If I held her back any more she be done for the night. I released her and she released a torrent of cum into Savannah's mouth. Savannah lapped it up as best she could and didn't stop until Annie finally pushed her away. As Savannah moved over to Carrie, Annie collapsed into Mom's lap and rested. I was really looking forward to this one. Savannah had no idea that Carrie would be spraying her like a cock. I wanted to see her surprise when the first shot was fired. Savannah went right to work and it didn't take long for her to get Carrie's clit in a lip lock. What was interesting was Carrie was holding back with out my assistance. She was right on the edge but was managing to hold her orgasm at bay as Savannah worked her clit as hard and as fast as she could. Carrie was the first to voice directions. "Stick you tongue in my cunt" was her simple demand and Savannah did exactly that. I probed Savannah quickly and realized she was really getting into this and was actually close to cumming herself. I had been paying so much attention to the others that this came as quite a pleasant surprise. Carrie enjoyed Savannah's slithering tongue a bit more before commanding her to her next task. She commanded, "Lick my asshole. I want to feel your tongue in my ass." Both Mom and Annie sat up and took notice now. Savannah moved down and Carrie lifted her legs to provide easier access. Savannah did to Carrie's ass exactly what she had been doing to her cunt and she was actually doing it rather well. I made a note to have her do the same to me before the night was through. Thinking back on it now, I realize that thought got lost somewhere in the chaos that ensued later on. Carrie was ready. She grabbed Savannah by the hair and dragged her mouth back up to her clit. Savannah didn't need to be told what to do. She caught Carrie's clit between her lips, sucked hard and stroked her tongue across the trigger. Carrie exploded. Savannah fell back in shock. Carrie grabbed her head again and pulled her back into her needy cunt. She fired another shot and this time Savannah squealed. Carrie had hit her extended tongue with this one. Savannah realized she better react quickly and moved to cover Carries cunt with her mouth. This had the unfortunate effect of hiding the remaining shots but from the way her throat was working there was no doubt she was begin fed with copious amounts of pussy juice. Carrie finally pushed her away and Savannah fell back on her heels waiting and wondering what would be next. I took a quick peek and found her mind working a mile a minute wondering if she'd done ok. She was also trying to sort out why this had gotten her so excited. I caught her wondering if she was really a lesbian. I love it when I can get folks of balance and she was definitely teetering on the edge. So far, so good. I let Carrie settle down for a bit while I got undressed. I was rock hard and about as close as coming as I could possibly be. I began to work myself back from the edge as I gave Savannah her next set of instructions. "Savannah, you did ok but be careful not to let it go to your head. I am going to make love to my Mom and sisters now. You are going to help me make sure they are all being satisfied. They will tell you what they want from you. You will service one of them at all times. If you stop for any reason you will be punished. And by the way, you don't have my permission to cum. Don't or you will find it difficult to sit for at least the next week. I moved to the couch and drew Mom into my arms. She melted into me, and together we fell to the floor. My cock found its way into her pussy like a homing pigeon finds its cage and the heat of her recently impregnated womb rushed forth to envelop me. I held myself there and looked for the next closest person. I found Annie's hand and drew her down to us. I whispered to her. "Mom wants to taste your pussy." As I'm sure she had done several time with Carrie, she immediately straddled Mom's face and lowered her dripping cunt down to Mom's out stretched tongue. She was facing me so I took the opportunity to begin suckling her breasts. Carrie was not about to be left out. She moved behind me and began lapping at my balls. Savannah quickly surveyed the situation and decided her best plan of action was to go back to work on Carrie's cunt and now that everyone was engaged the fun began and it didn't end until the sun came up. We fucked and sucked in every imaginable position and combination. No orifice was left unattended except of course Savannah's and I came so many times I lost count. Most of the action is just a blur but there were definitely a few Kodak moments. Mom sucking my cum out of Carrie's ass was certainly one of those. She was an animal throughout and when I had dumped a particularly large load up Carrie's tight ass Mom went on the attack. She literally pushed me out of the way and fed like is was her last meal on earth, working her tongue deep into that freshly fucked asshole and digging every last drop of cum out. Carrie helped by pushing as much as she could into Mom's waiting mouth and still Mom was not satisfied. As things developed I learned that Mom was by far the kinkiest of our group and I loved every perverted new twist she came up with. I also realized Mom is addicted to cum. I'm sure she would have gladly accepted every load I'd delivered and more. As it was, she took more than her fair share in her mouth, cunt and ass and even took a load on her face and another on her tits. Another moment that stands out in my mind was a point when we found ourselves in a daisy chain. Mom was sucking my cock, I was eating Carrie's pussy, Carrie was eating Annie out and Annie was doing the same for Mom. Savannah was in the middle sucking tits in all directions. Mom is also addicted to sucking cock. I had my dick in her mouth so often it became like a weigh station. Anytime I needed a bit of help getting my wood back Mom's mouth was there to make it happen. Her technique was by far the best and I remember deciding I would use her to train all my women. Annie was also showing signs of infatuation with cum but not to the extent Mom had. I do remember enjoying the sight of her licking my cum from Mom's face and tits. She was also in love with eating pussy. It seemed that whatever anyone else was doing Annie was munching on one pussy or another. She was clearly the most bisexual of the group and absolutely adored slurping up Carrie's orgasms. I remember one pint where I was fucking Carrie from behind and Annie was underneath us working on Carrie's clit. When Carrie exploded Annie began to choke with the volume of pussy juice Carrie was delivering and still she didn't miss a best. When she finally came up for air her face was soaked and she immediately began scooping up the excess with her fingers and then licking them clean. As for Carrie, she had an ass fetish. She begged and pleaded to be fucked in the ass more times than I can remember. Where Rachael can be uncomfortably tight, Carrie is perfectly tight and her ass produces a natural lubricant that makes fucking her feel like heaven. On the few occasions where I was having a hard time reaching orgasm I just slipped my dick into that white-hot hole and all became right with the world once again. She was not passive in this either. She was just as happy to ride my cock as to have me drilling her and she rode with perfect intensity. Once of my best orgasms erupted while she rode my cock like a true cowgirl riding her best bronco. It was early morning when we finally collapsed. We were a mess. The room was a mess. Savannah was a mess. My cock was red from the workout it received and the ladies were just as raw. It was time to end this party. "Savannah, get dressed and go home. This is the last time you will be sleeping in your own bed so enjoy it. Be at my office at 2 with all of your paper work and be prepared to receive your first punishment. By the way, you did well tonight. As your reward you may have one orgasm before you go to sleep. Now go." I gave her a sharp slap on the ass to send her on her way. I turned to my girls and said, "Let's go shower and get some sleep. I have a busy day tomorrow." We all managed to climb the stairs and head our separate ways. That is, Mom and Annie headed off to their rooms and Carrie and I headed to mine. The shower just helped bring sleep on a bit quicker and as we hit the bed Carrie fell into my arms and we were out. It was a dreamless sleep that only comes with total exhaustion. It was sublime. Descendant of Bacchus By Zazupitz Chapter 10: New Clients, New Determination I got up late the next day and didn't make it to the office until just before noon. Rachael was waiting for me with a stack of phone messages and a sweet smile. "Good morning sir. Would you like some coffee?" She was chipper as always and given how tired I was I found it just a touch annoying. "Coffee would be good. Bring my messages as well", I barked. I headed into my office and settled down behind the desk. This was going to be a very busy day. Rachael retuned in a few minutes with the coffee and the messages. The first one was marked urgent. "Master, you got a call from a gentlemen who would not leave his name but said it was extremely urgent that he speak with you. He is from France and left his number. He said you could call at any hour and he would be waiting." She had placed this one at the top of the stack. I tried to remember if any of Dad's private clients were from France and just couldn't remember for sure. I would have to call to find out what the deal was with this one but first I needed to get my head clear and focused. I decided two things would be required to accomplish this. I was sipping the first. My slave would sip the second. "Come here and suck my cock. Be gentle. It's a little bit sensitive this morning." It really was feeling a bit raw after the workout it received last night. Rachael complied without hesitation and before long I was coming back to life. Her technique was almost perfect with lots of tongue and absolutely no teeth. I decided to make it last and get this phone call in while she worked her magic. As it turns out, this was a referral from a client Dad had worked with in England. This guy was the owner of a rather famous winery in northern France for just a short time, having inherited it from his recently deceased father. The business was in trouble. The grapes had been poor for the last two years and the business was running at a significant loss for the last three years. Now his employees were starting to talk about striking his bottling plant and that wasn't all. This poor slob was also having problems with a wife who was unhappy about their declining financial status and was talking about divorce. He spilled this out in wave after wave of heavily accented English and was sobbing along the way. He was a mess. As I listened to all of this Rachael continued to administer a near perfect blowjob that had me right on the edge. It was time to release my load so I could concentrate on the work. "If you will excuse me for just a moment I'll be right back with you and we can talk about how I may be able to help." I placed him on hold. Rachael recognized this as a sign that I was ready and slipped me deep into her throat and waited for my sperm assault. That was just the right move and I gave her exactly what she was expecting. I assaulted her throat with several waves of hot cum and didn't let her pull back until the last drops had found their way into her throat. By the time I let her up off my cock she was gasping for air and I was reinvigorated. I decided this was the perfect way to start every day. To Rachael I said, "That was fine. You can return to your desk and please don't let me be disturbed. I am expecting a visitor at 2. Her name is Savannah. Buzz me when she arrives." She headed out the door and I returned to Philippe. "Sorry for the interruption. Now how is it that you came to call me?" "A good friend of my father's used the services of your father a while back when he was having similar difficulties with his business. He said you had recently spoken with him and he thought it might be a good idea if I spoke with you as well." I was beginning to get comfortable with his accent. "Well, I certainly appreciate his referral but I'm wondering how much help I can offer. I certainly can't help your crop. Can you give me some idea of what you hope I can do for you?" He seemed to think for a beat or two before he told me what his real concern was. "I find this embarrassing but all of these problems are having an effect on me that has left me feeling quite inadequate. I have always had a firm grasp on things and now I just seem to be dragged from one problem to the next. I want to regain control over my life. I can deal with the business problems if I can just get back on top of things." This sounded like something I could deal with effectively. He just need me to help rebuild his confidence. Now I wondered how his wife fit into this equation. "I believe I can help you there. Tell me, how does your troublesome wife fit into this." Again he paused for a few beats and then vented. "The miserable bitch has to go. She's become worthless. She is a cold fish in bed and worse out of bed. The problem is getting rid of her is going to cost me a fortune and I'll be damned if I see her leave in better shape than me. I'd rather shit on her." This sounded like a bit more of a challenge. I read a few instances in Dad's files where he helped manipulate a third party to meet the needs of his client but I had the feeling he tried to avoid these complications. "I may be able to help you resolve that problem as well but it's a bit complicated. If I could influence her I would first need to know what result would be acceptable to you. Do you want to hold on to her if she became a more loving wife or would you prefer to simply be rid of her?" "There was a time when she was just fantastic in everything we did together. She was the best lover I even had. I guess there are times when I wish I could just get her back to the way she was. Right now though, I think I'd be happy to just be rid of her." He was sounding defeated and might think differently after I'd had a chance to work with him a bit. "Ok, I understand. Before I can make any promises about what I can do I think it's best we meet. If you can make a trip here I can make time for you later this week or early next week. If you prefer that I come there it will be the week after next at the earliest. What would you prefer?" The thought of visiting France was actually pretty appealing but with all that was going on I hoped he'd decide to come to me. "I'll check the airlines and get back to you. I think I'd prefer to do this sooner rather than later so I'll see if I can't get to you early next week." That sounded perfect. "Great, just let me know and I'll make appropriate arrangements. Just one last thing before I let you go. Are you aware of how my firm's payment structure works." I could have dome this one as a freebie just for the experience but why not at least test his level of commitment. "I am aware and I believe I have assets that might prove sufficiently interesting to you. If you will allow, I'll be prepared to review these with you when we meet." I got just a small peek at what must have been a very confident individual at some point in his life. He had assets and confidence in their value. "That will be fine. I'll wait for your call. Until then stay calm. Together we'll help you through this. Have a good evening." "Thank you. Have a good day. I will call tomorrow." He signed off and I sat back to reflect a bit on my first potential new client. I was excited and much to my surprise it was almost 2. I was ready to channel some of this energy into my newest slave's training. It was exactly 2 PM when Rachael buzzed to announce Savannah's arrival. I decided to make her wait a bit. "Give me fifteen minutes and then escort her in." I had reviewed all of the phone messages and fortunately most did not require a return call. For the most part, these were simply confirming appointments I'd set earlier. I called two that need to rearrange scheduling and had two more to get through. The first was Uncle Steve. Descendant of Baccus Pt. 04 He was letting me know about a board meeting that was scheduled for this Friday and gave me a quick rundown on what was on the agenda. The main piece of business was just a formality. Uncle Steve was to step down and I was to be elected as Chairman. Given the fact that I held a significant controlling interest the outcome was assured. The balance of the agenda didn't sound like anything too complex but I did make a few notes just to be sure I'd be prepared. The second was from a client I'd spoken with yesterday and this one simply asked me to call back so I rang him. Josh McKenzie was the owner of a major construction company based in Houston. Their primary focus was on commercial high rises and they were one of the few companies I had become familiar with through Annie's studies. She mentioned them often as an excellent example of what a good construction company was capable of. No project ever came in over budget and every structure they built met the strictest building codes for safety and security. I also remembered some notes in Dad's files on the services he had provided. The one I found most interesting was a contract to train Josh's eldest daughter. She was apparently a bit too rebellious and Dad had been brought in to help settle her down. I remember thinking that the training sounded like she was being prepared to become someone's slave but as it turned out he was just breaking her as if she were some wild horse. I kind of liked the idea. Josh picked up the phone directly and with an almost comical Texas drawl he introduced himself. "This is Josh McKenzie." "Josh, this is Kenny Marcus returning your call. Good Afternoon." "Hey Kenny, good of ya to call. Real glad to hear from ya so soon. We still set for next week?" I had set an appointment with him for the following Thursday. "Absolutely, next Thursday for lunch right?" "Ya got it. I wonder if you know about a job your Dad did for me a while back involving my eldest daughter Katelyn?" He was testing me to see if I was doing my homework. "Certainly, a bit of a wild filly as I remember it. Dad helped settle her down. Is she having difficulties again?" "Nah, she's doing great. Your Dad really did a great job with her. She's married now and I have three fantastic grandchildren." He was beaming and no doubt would have broken out the pictures if we had been sitting across from each other. "Actually, it's my youngest daughter Shane. She is having a real tough problem and no one seems to be able to help her through it." I sensed he was a bit reticent to explain the true nature of this problem so I prodded him a bit. "Josh, just as it was with my father, anything you tell me will be held in the strictest confidence. What can you tell me about this problem?" "Ah hell, I guess I ought to just come right out with it. The poor kid was raped. This miserable cocksucker at the university broke into her frat house and abused the shit out of her. Now she's so damn scared she can't get near any man. She's even a bit uncomfortable when I try to hold her and comfort her. Her Mom and I are at a loss for how to help her. We've taken her to the best counselors and got her together with a very reputable support group and nothing seems to be helping. I was thinking that your special brand of counseling might be her only hope." The concern in his voice was thick with emotion and it was infecting me. I had to take this case. I had no idea how but I had to help this kid. I tried my best to sound completely confident. "Ok Josh. No problem at all. I can help her get past this. It may take a bit but I'll be happy to take this on. How about bringing her along next week. Do you think She'll come with you?" "I know she'll come but Kenny, I'm not sure she'll be able to sit in the same room with you. She's so scared just the idea of being alone with a man sends her into fits." "I'm not surprised. Please let me worry about that. I have some ideas on how to ease her into some effective one-on-one session with me. I'll make this work. You just get her here. By the way Josh, this one is on me." I was not going to profit off her pain. Dad had done more than a few good deeds in his life and this was my first opportunity to do the same. "That's real kind of you but I won't hear of it. You get her through this and I'll pay whatever you want." He was the tough Texan again. "You will hear of it Josh. I won't profit off your daughter's pain. I take this one only if you agree. By the way, I'm going to charge you handsomely for the services I provide to you so don't be too quick to give away the store." I laughed a bit to let him know I was just joking and all was going to be fine. "All right. You're a real hard ass ya know. Just like your old man. We're gonna get on real well, you and me. I'll see y'all next week and I'll bring Shane along. Take care." "Take care." I was digesting this new assignment when the buzzer sounded and Rachael led Savannah into the office. Savannah was stunning. She was wearing a very short leather skirt that looked like it had been tailor made for her. The blouse was light blue silk, cut in a v-line and trimmed neatly with a darker blue lace pattern of flowers. Her hair was pulled back today and her makeup was almost invisible. She had done her nails in an eggshell white and each seemed to be trimmed with the same type and color of flower as the lace. She was wearing stockings, or at least I hoped they were stockings, that were only visible because of the slight sheen they added to her fantastic legs. If they proved to be pantyhose she was in deep trouble. She wore sandals in the same off white as her nails and again her toenails were done to match. She was the complete package and my little head was definitely taking notice. "Good afternoon Savannah. I hope you got some sleep." Rachael gave a bit of a sideways glance toward Savannah as she remembered me saying I was a bit sore this morning. A quick probe let me know she was just a bit jealous. I'd have to deal with that. "I'd did Master, thank you." She was clearly embarrassed as this was the first time outside the family that she had referred to me this way. That was one more thing I'd have to deal with. "Good. Did you remember my instructions on how you should dress?" "Yes Master. I hope I did ok with my makeup. You told me to wear very little and only colors you selected but you didn't tell what colors would please you. I hope I did ok with these colors." She had no idea how good she looked and I wasn't going to tell her either. "Your choices will do for now. In the future you will ask when you have doubts. You will not try to guess or assume anything. If you do so again I will have no choice but to punish you. I presume you're not wearing panties and those are stockings rather than pantyhose." She shuttered just a bit and Rachael shuttered right along with her. That was nice to see. "You are correct Master and I promise to remember to ask in the future." "Did you bring the paperwork I require?" "Yes Master, it's all here." I did another quick probed and discovered she had gone nearly mad trying to find one bank statement. It was an old CD account she had almost forgotten about and she literally tore the house apart looking for it. I was pleased. "Good. Let's get down to business. Rachael, you will witness the transfer of Savannah's assets to me." It was Savannah's turn to issue a sideways glance as Rachael responded with a simple "Yes Master". That was good. Now everyone knew his or her place. I had her sign her house deed over first and then we went through creating a simple receipt for the transfer of her car. For the accounts, I simply took each of the statements and reviewed their values. Most of the accounts had on-line and ATM access so I had her make quick notes of the pin codes and passwords. I got on-line and transferred the amounts into my account and then closed each of them out. Two accounts remained that would need to be handled at the bank as would the emptying of a safe deposit box. I decided to leave that for the morning. I also had her remove all of the credit cards she held and I summarily cut each into small useless bits. The only thing left to her was her pension as a teacher that would soon name me as the sole beneficiary and her social security. Unfortunately there was nothing I could do about that. When Savannah had entered my office an hour ago she was reasonably independent and had a net worth of just under half a million dollars. That was rather impressive for a teacher. I'd have to find out how she had managed to accumulate so much. Now she was destitute. She looked frail as she began to realize the extent to which she had already submitted to me and I was only just beginning. It was time for her first taste of punishment and I made a quick decision to have Rachael participate. That would make it all the more demeaning. I popped the door open. Rachael, show Savannah into the training room and wait for me. I wanted them to go ahead so Savannah could take it all in before I came in to introduce her to the various implements and the effect they had on pitiful, disobedient slaves. I followed in quietly and startled both of them as I pushed Savannah forward and quickly closed and locked the doors. "Look at me and tell me why you are being punished bitch." She flinched at the venom I spewed with that command. "I was paying attention to your private conversation when I should have been focused on being a proper slave, Master." She was shivering as she said this. "Exactly, You are a worthless excuse for a slave but to your credit you have admitted your failure. As your reward I won't use the whip on you this time. I think the riding crop will do." She followed my eyes over to the wall and a nasty looking leather crop. She didn't think she'd won much of a reprieve until she continued to follow my scan over to the area where the whips were displayed. She shuddered again and said "Thank You Master' in the smallest voice I've ever heard issue from her mouth. "Strip now and make it fast." She moved quickly despite her shaky finger and in less than thirty seconds she was buck-naked. "Now bend over the table and spread your legs." She took her position without hesitation. "Rachael, get some rope and bind her the way I bound you. Make sure you do it right or you'll be assuming the position next." She did exactly as commanded and if anything, she had bound Savannah more securely. "Now get me the crop." She moved quickly and retrieved the one I pointed to. "Savannah, with each stroke you are to repeat the following; "I am a worthless excuses for a slave. Please forgive me. Say it now so I know you have it." She repeated it verbatim. "If you fail to repeat it exactly I will add five strokes to your punishment. Do you understand?" I asked this as I moved into position. "I understand Master." As the last syllable left her lips the crop made violent contact with her ass and she creamed. I think this scream was as much from shock as it was from pain and she repeated the phrase. The next stroke caught her a bit lower and now the scream was pure pain. She repeated the phrase once more but this time it was from behind gritting teeth. The next ten strokes were delivered in quick succession with only enough time between each for her to repeat her new mantra. She was balling like a baby and I could tell she wanted to beg me to stop but was too scared to utter the words. This was proceeding perfectly. The crop was leaving ugly welts rather than the red splotches of the paddle. I realized very quickly that I had to be careful not to strike the same spot twice or I was sure to break skin. I had no desire to draw blood. When I reached fifteen strokes I sensed she was nearing the point where she would pass out. I decided not to push her that far but I wanted to be sure to punctuate this session with one last blow that was particularly vicious. I zoned in on my target and with an uppercut swing I landed the crop squarely across her cunt. The scream that resulted was blood curdling and mantra was barely repeated before she passed out. I had gone too far again. I really needed to get a handle on this before I did real damage. I made myself a promise right then and there that this would be the last time I lost control. "Rachael, there's some salve in the top draw with the medical supplies. Apply it to Savannah and when she comes to you are to help her get cleaned up and dressed. Buzz me when you're done." I left her to the task and exited feeling miserable at my failure to maintain control. It was almost the perfect session and I ruined it. I was going to need some help with this. Maybe Mom could help me find my self-control. This was the last punishment I would deliver until I found a solution to this. It was twenty minutes before the buzzer sounded and what I saw when I reentered the bedroom was pathetic. Savannah was dressed as she had been when she arrived. Her makeup and hair were fixed as they had been when she arrived. Everything was the same except her. Her posture told it all. She was broken and it broke my heart to see her that way. Once again I berated myself for loosing control. I took a quick scan of her thoughts and found a new and more determined slave. She was clearly in pain but was determined to fight it off and prove that she could accept her punishment with the grace she thought was appropriate for a true slave. She was determined to make me proud of her and as this last thought reached out to me she fell to her knees, looked up at me and asked, May I speak Master?" "You May." Her determination to succeed made me feel worse about my own failure. "Thank you Master for taking the time to help me understand the role I've chosen. I deserved my punishment and I promise to do everything I can to not force you to punish me again Master. Tell me what you want from me and I promise to do my very best to please you Master." She looked squarely at me as she delivered these heart-felt words and immediately looked down in submission as she finished. I patted her head like she was some sort of loyal mutt and wondered if she was truly broken so easily. Some how I doubted it but I hoped it could be true. It would allow me time to get myself in order if she avoided the need for more punishment. "You have done well and I truly hope you have learned your lesson. Despite what either of you might think, I don't enjoy abusing you. I would prefer to cherish your commitment rather than to have to beat you into submission. Make me proud and the next time we enter that chamber it will be for enjoyment alone." "Now, tell me, did you cum last night?" I was looking to change the subject. I'd had enough of this depressing shit for one day. "Yes Master." She held her focus on the floor. "How did you accomplish that?" I wondered if she used any of her toys or if her fingers were enough to do the trick. "I fingered myself and my orgasm came quickly." That's pretty much what I figured. She had to be right on the edge by the time she got to it. "Did you cum more than once." I was certain she hadn't but I wanted to hear her say it. "No master, only one time as you instructed." "Good. You've done well and as promised, when you do well you will be rewarded. Remove your clothes and lay on the bed." She did so quickly and as I got a fresh view of her ass I cringed at the damage I'd done. "Rachael, you will eat Savannah's pussy. I want her to cum as often as she wished. You will not stop until she begs you too. Also, be careful. She is sore and I don't want you to do anything that exacerbates her pain. Do you understand?" "Yes Master." She moved immediately to her task. I walked over to Savannah and whispered. "Savannah, enjoy this for as long as you wish and remember how much I cherish the gift you've given me. When you've had enough you can shower and dress and then buzz me to let me know you're ready." To Rachael I said, "This is Savannah's gift. You will not cum. If you do well and hold your own orgasm at bay I may choose to reward you later." She removed her tongue from Savannah's pussy long enough to say, "Yes Master" and went right back to work. I noticed Savannah's pussy had not endured as forceful a stroke as I'd feared and that left me feeling just a bit better when I left to get back to work. It was a little more than an hour when the buzzer sounded again and as I popped the door Savannah emerge looking much more like the Savannah that had entered my office that afternoon. I allowed myself one more sigh of relief. "Go home and collect some of your clothes. You may take dresses and skirts. Also bring a few bathing suits. You will have no need for pants or panties. Leave those behind. You may bring lingerie as well but nothing too conservative. When you have collected your thing go to my house. My mother will be waiting for you. Do as she says and I will see you tonight". I rose and gave her a light kiss as I sent her on her way. As she left I was feeling a bit better but no less determined to get this new role of Master mastered. I gave Mom a quick call and explained what had transpired and asked her to attend to Savannah's welts. Now it was time to release some tension. "Rachael, did you enjoy eating Savannah's pussy?" I saw the look in her eye's when she came out of the bedroom and there was no doubt she'd had a good time. "Yes Master." She was her usual chipper self. "Did she cum often?" "Yes Master. She came at least 3 times that I'm sure of. I think there may have been two other time as well but they were less intense." She seemed proud of herself and I decided it was time to give her confidence a bit of a boost. "Excellent. You did well today with just one small exception. When Savannah first arrived I detected a bit of jealously from you. I cannot tolerate that. Get it under control before I'm forced to take action." I didn't want to give her too much of a boost. "I think you've earned a bit of a reward yourself." I rose and led her to the bedroom. For then next two hours I made love to her. It was the first time I'd eaten her pussy and I was pleasantly surprised at how good she tasted. She was sweet and as I racked my brain to identify the flavor I realized is was a subtle taste of honey I was detecting. Her pussy was very small with puffy lips that held her tightly closed. As I opened them I got my first surprise. Given her position the first time I fuck her, it was a detail I'd missed. She had an amazing clit. I stood proudly from its hood and was blood red and glistening. It was like a beacon and I was drawn to it like a fish to water. It was also extremely sensitive. It took just a few strokes with my tongue and she exploded with her first orgasm of the afternoon. I spent a good deal more time eating her pussy and as I began fingering her cunt I got my next surprise. First, she was very tight but then I knew that from our first session. Not, quite as tight as her ass of course but still the tightest pussy I'd had the chance to explore. The real surprise though was her g-spot. I'd managed to find it with the girls and Mom with a bit of effort. I'd even managed to find Savannah's although that took quite a bit more effort. With Rachael, it was impossible to miss. As I curled my finger upward there it was and as soon as I slid my finger over it she exploded again. She was proving to be a real firecracker with a very short fuse. I also spent some time fingering her ass and while she was still extraordinarily tight she had definitely loosen up some. Her work with the dildo was paying off. I worked her to one more orgasm with one finger in her ass, two in her cunt and my thumb working her clit before I removed my fingers and slid my cock into her. I had to push with persistence before I hit bottom and as I did this little firecracker shot of once again and there was the snapper action once again. She was amazing. Descendant of Baccus Pt. 04 Her cunt fit like a glove. It was perfectly tight. There's just no other way to describe how well it fit me. It was like her pussy had been custom made for my cock and I almost regretted having to move at all. With her muscles snapping away I almost didn't need to. I was content just to remain held in that silky, pulsing embrace. I did eventually give in and began slowly fucking her with long deep strokes. It didn't take every much of this before I emptied my balls deep in that dark paradise and as I did she went off again. "You are one of the most orgasmic people I know. Have you always been this sensitive?" "Yes Master, does it bother you? I will try to control it if you wish." Even if I wanted her to I doubt she would have succeeded for long. It's tough when you're fighting against nature. "It doesn't bother me. Don't hold back." I was now on a mission to see how many orgasms I could draw from her before she collapsed from exhaustion. "Have you been exercising with your dildo? " "Yes Master, every morning just as you instructed." "And you haven't cum during those session? I find that hard to believe." She was almost desperate to respond. "I swear Master, I have not cum. I try to concentrate on really bad memories while I'm working with the dildo and that seems to help me maintain control. It also helps me keep from getting too tense around the dildo." She was being totally truthful. "Well then, lets see how the exercises have worked." I slipped my cock from her pussy and pushed her legs up to her chest to ease access. My cock found its target without any assistance and I began to push forward. Her expression changed and as I probed I found she was going into the same memory exercise she used with the dildo. She was thinking about her grandmother's funeral. That was too depressing for me so I left her thoughts alone and refocused on the task at hand. She was only slightly looser than she had been the first time I invaded her rear entrance and it was still a bit uncomfortable. That may have been exacerbated by the workout from the previous night. Whatever the case was I decided she needed more work and I needed to get my last nut elsewhere. "You still need a lot of work here. Before you go home tonight I want you to buy a slightly larger dildo and I want you to start exercising twice a day. Once in the morning and once at night should do. Are you still using lube?" "No Master, just some saliva." "Good, keep it up and let's see if we can't make this fine ass a bit more fuckable." I slipped out of that vise and moved up to her mouth. Realizing what I wanted she grabbed a second pillow and propped her head up to allow direct access and I went right to work fucking her sweet mouth. The contrast of her super-tight ass and her soft mouth was like night and day. The contrast was so drastic I was unable to cum so I just pulled out and jerked off on her pretty little face. I felt much better as I fed her the last few drops and watched her scoop the mess from her face with my cock and then lick it clean. I was satisfied but there was more to do. I still had a goal to achieve. I moved off her chest, flipped her over, drove my cock back into her tight cunt and began banging away. She came. I increased the force of my thrusts and after five minutes of intense work she fired off again. I threw her over on her side, lifted one leg high over my shoulder and turned it up a notch. Five more minutes passed and she was off again. This time her eye's fluttered a bit and I thought I had her but she came back. I was getting more and more determined. I flipped her onto her back, threw the other leg over my shoulder and began slamming so deep I was pounding against her cervix. I had her. She built to one more intense orgasm and as it took hold her eyes rolled into the back of her head and as she came down from this one she was out. That's when I fired off the last load of the afternoon. I was feeling like a gold medal winner at the Olympics as I left her to recover and danced off to the shower. I may have rewarded her a bit too much but that was ok. We'd have sufficient opportunity to balance the accounts. Descendant of Baccus Pt. 05 Chapter 11: Helped and Helping I got home to find Savannah at the kitchen table with Mom. They were deep in conversation and hadn't noticed my arrival. I stood and listened in for a while. "I just don't know. I love him so much. I want to make him happy, I really do. It's just when he was punishing me he seemed to change and it scared me more than I've ever been scared before. I don't know for sure but I got the feeling he scared himself. If I could just figure out what he wanted from me I would do anything to avoid putting him in that position again." I read her thoughts and found that she actually feared for her life. By the time I'd delivered the last stroke she was convince I was going to kill her. Knowing this just brought back my own depression at having failed. "Savannah, I know Kenny loves you and he truly doesn't want to hurt you. He'd kill me if he knew I was telling you this but after your session today he called me. He was really upset with himself for having gone so far. He asked me to take special care of you and was really worried about you. Remember, as new as this is to you it is new to him as well. He's really trying to find his own sense of balance and if you can just help him a bit I know he'll get there. You just need to do your very best to insure you don't need to be punished for a while. Don't give up on him just yet." She had definitely told her more than I would have hoped but at least she hadn't told her about my plea for Mom's help. "I would never give up on him. I've given myself to him and if it means dying for him I would. The thought scares the hell out of me but it doesn't scare me as much as thinking I might fail him and really loose everything. I really want to be his perfect slave. I really want to earn his love and respect." She was serious. If I asked for her life she would give it. All she really wanted in return for her total submission was my love. She'd have at least that. This much I could and would promise. "Good then. Stick this out and remember, be careful for a while. You need to try extra hard to be what he needs you to be and I promise you, he will be trying just as hard to find his balance." It seemed they a reached a conclusion so I eased back out of the room. I didn't want them to know I was listening. When I reentered they were talking about the salve Mom had applied and how well it seemed to be working. I put on a happy face and let them know I was home. "Hey ladies. How are you too getting on?" The reaction was almost comical. Savannah immediately fell to the floor on her knees and smiled up at me like a loyal dog that was happy to see his Master. For Mom's part, she was startled by my sudden entrance and even more startled by Savannahs reaction. She was so used to sharing coffee and long conversations with Savannah. They were peers. Now Savannah was a slave and she was the Mother of her Master. None of that had truly sunk in until this moment. Odd; she had tended to Savannah's wounds and talked to her intimately about her new role and still it was this moment that finally brought it home for her. A quick read of Mom's thoughts made me realize she was reacting as if she had lost a best friend. It was time for the two of us to have a long conversation. "Savannah, come with me." She began to crawl behind me. "It will be easier if you walk behind me." "Yes Master." She rose and walked the prescribed two paces behind. I led her to the basement where she would be making her new home for a while. The house had a full basement that had been only partially finished. I guess we never really had need for this space. I led her to the far end and a room that had represented the only real finished space. It was painted beige and had a nice plush carpet on the floor in a light brown. There were a number of recessed lights that made the space seem warm even though it was very sparsely furnished. The furnishings were limited to two wicker loveseats that were cushioned and that was all. These were actually surplus from the backyard furniture. "You will take the cushion from the two loveseats and use them as a mattress. I will have some sheets and a pillow sent down for you. When I'm at work you are to provided assistance in the house. My mother will tell you what is required. You will treat her with the same respect I require of you and you will insure she is always satisfied with your efforts. When you are not busy with the tasks she assigns you will remain in this room until I call for you. You may read during these times. You have my permission to take any book from my library that might interest you. Just be sure to return them to their proper place when you're done." She was not totally uncomfortable with the space and I detected some pleasure at the thought of doing Mom's bidding when I was away. This was a good thing and I felt better once again. "How does your ass feel?" "Better Master. Thank you" "Let me see." She turned and eased her skirt up to her hips. She was striped with nasty looking welts that marked each blow of the crop. However, they were not as angry looking as they had been. She would recover and I was reasonably certain the marks would vanish. "Continue to use the salve for the next day or two. You can lower your skirt." I was feeling a little better having seen that her ass was not in as bad a shape as I'd feared. "You will join us for dinner again. Be ready at eight." I turned and left without waiting for a response. I returned to the kitchen and asked Mom if we could talk. I couldn't wait so she called the girls down and asked them to get dinner started and we headed off to the den. "Mom, I heard your conversation with Savannah." She gasped at this revelation. "I'm sorry Kenny. I knew I was saying too much but she really needed the encouragement. I just figured it might help you if she knew you were unhappy as well. I hope you're not angry with me." "No Mom, I'm not. It's probably a good thing that you told her what you did. I just wish it wasn't necessary. I feel like such an idiot. I've sworn to myself there will be no more punishments until I learn to control myself. Mom, I just don't know how to go about that. I seem to get so carried away I'm almost blind." She immediately moved to my side and took me in her arms. For that instant I was just her son again and it was pure maternal instinct she was displaying. "I'm going to tell you something I could never tell you if your Dad was still with us. It is a secret we shared alone and I want you to promise me you won't share it with anyone." "Sure, ok." I was completely focused now. Mom always knew how to make me feel better and I had no doubt she was about to pull another rabbit from her hat. Besides, this family secret had to be a real winner if they had guarded it so closely. "Your father and I were already married when he took his first slave. I remember it like it was yesterday. She was actually a lot like Savannah though she hadn't yet become independent. In fact, as I recall she was just finishing her last year at the university. Your Dad met her when she applied for an internship in her final year." "Your father had an uncanny ability to read people. I'm pretty sure you've picked that up from him though I'm not sure you fully realize it yet. He immediately sensed her submissive nature and had already been toying with the idea of taking a slave as a bit of an experiment. He also found that she was very much attracted to him but was afraid to do anything that might show it because she feared being rejected. She'd apparently suffered a number of bad relationships and was a bit scarred as a result." "All this played perfectly into his fantasy and he decided he'd give it a shot. I remember when he first told me about his plans and I thought he was crazy. He'd never shown the slightest sign of being domineering but I was his wife so I promised to help him in any way I could. I had no idea just how much help he was going to need." "It was a week or so after he'd shared this with me that he put the plan in motion. It was in his office. He had called Alicia in on the pretext of wanting to review some reports she had prepared and during the review he was seeding her desire for him. By the time they had reviewed the last report she was horny as hell and that's when he pounced." "I remember his recounting of it almost verbatim. I went pretty much this way;" "Alicia, you are one of the sexiest women in this office. I'm sorry to be so forward but I just want to tear your clothes off here and now and fuck the shit out of you. If you don't get up and leave right this instant that's exactly what I'm going to do." "She sat in stunned silence and he pounced on her. She never had a chance as he did exactly as he said. He literally tore her clothes off and was inside her in a flash. I remember him telling me how wet she was and how easily he had entered her and I remember thinking it was a damn good thing he had read her correctly. If he hadn't it would have been rape." "Before he finished with her she had sucked his cock and taken him in her virgin ass as well and that was when he lowered the hammer. Again, I remember it almost verbatim." "Alicia, I know you loved every moment of this so please don't try to deny it. Now, if you ever want to experience this kind of wild passion again you will have to agree to a few things. I want you to be my sex slave. I want to own you. I want to be able to do whatever I want with you whenever I want and I want you to be ready to accept whatever that is. Right now I want you to get dressed and go home. If you come back to work tomorrow I'll take that as agreement and I will begin to train you to be a proper sex slave. If you don't agree than for your own sake, please don't come back." "He watched as she cobbled her clothes together and hurried out of his office without saying a word. He had read her thoughts as she left and through the jumble he was convinced she would be back and that night he was a different man in bed. It was the most intense night we had ever had. It was also the night we conceived Carrie. I actually think that might be why she's so sexually wild." "At any rate, Alicia did come back the next day and came straight to his office. He made her wait for a while and when he finally let her in he just looked at her and she froze. He told her he presumed her return meant she was prepared to become his sex salve and she said yes. He led her into his chamber without any further comment, made her strip and then tied her down. He took just a moment to explain that part of her training would involve pain. It was necessary if she were to be taught her true position. He then proceeded to paddle her ass until she passed out. He brought her around and went right to fucking her ass until she passed out again. By the time he was done she was a wreck and when he finally realized how out of control he had gotten he lost it and cried like a baby. "He brought her home with him and just like with Savannah I helped ease her pain and just like with you, he came to me for help. I'd never seen him as depressed as he was that day and I never saw him get that depressed again. But all of this is only a prelude to the secret I mentioned. The real secret is how I was able to help your father discover his limits and finally achieve self-control." "There was really only one way to do it. He had to be able to administer his punishments with someone who was free to tell him when he was loosing control. He needed someone who loved him enough to accept this side of him and could help him nurture it until it was a beast he controlled and not one that controlled him. He needed me." Of all the things I had seen and heard so far and thought were intense this was by far the most intense. My Mom had been treated like a slave all in the name of love and the desire to help my father conquer his slaves while he conquered his own inner beast. What came next just floored me. "Kenny, I want you to use me the same way. Practice with me. I know what's involved and I know how to help you. Let me do this for you and we'll have your breast worked into shape in no time at all." I was speechless. Mom had just offered to let me abuse her, all in the interest of helping me. She was right off course. I could never loose control with her. She was one of only a few people I knew who could do this for me. But, I also knew I could never do this. I could see me tying her up and fucking her wildly. Actually, I could see me really enjoying it. I just couldn't see me taking a paddle or whip to her. I knew immediately that if I did this I would truly be lost. And that's when it came to me. There was a way she could help and I could still save my soul in the process. "Mom, I can't. I love you for offering but I just can't. I do have an idea though. What if I had you with me when I punish my slaves? You could still help keep me grounded and in control and I wouldn't have to be traumatized with images of your ass turning red as I beat it." It seemed like a perfect plan to me. "Kenny, I really wouldn't mind. To tell you the truth, I actually learned to enjoy it with your father at times. It made all my senses seem more alive so when we got around to the sex it was amazingly intense. I think I might like getting to experience that again." Well, maybe my plan wasn't as fool proof as I thought. Mom wanted to be tired up and beaten. I still didn't think I could do it so I decided to buy some time. "Jeez Mom, I'm going to need to think about that a bit. How about this? You help me learn how to administer punishment effectively and we can talk about you and me after I'm a bit more comfortable with my role as Slave Master." "Ok. I can do that. But remember, I'm here and ready if you need me. Now you need to do something for me cause all this talk is got me hot as hell." She rose, stripped off her pants and kneeled over the edge of the couch. "Fuck me hard. I need to feel you slamming my pussy and my ass before I explode." Now this was a request I could satisfy. I stepped up behind her glorious ass, dropped my pants and slammed my cock into her dripping cunt. Mom squealed with delight as I began to assault her crack as hard and as fast as I could. I was a machine and she was stoking the engine. Here was my Mom trash talking and egging me on. "That's it Kenny. Fuck my nasty cunt. Fuck your mother like she deserves. Fuck me hard. Make mommy cum all over you're beautiful cock." I was loving every nasty word and fucking her for all I was worth. If she wanted to be slammed then I was the man to do it. I stepped it up a notch and she kept up with the trash talk. "Spank my ass while you fuck my dripping hot cunt. Make me scream you beautiful son of a bitch. Your mother fucking cock feels so good in mommy's nasty little pussy. Make me cum. I want to cum all over your beautiful hard cock and then I want you to shove it in my mouth and cum for me. I want to taste my cum mixed with yours. Yeah, just like that. Just a little more. Make me cum for you. Make me your bitch. Fuck your bitch mother!" That was it. She couldn't speak and cum at the same time and she was cumming as hard as I've ever seen. Had she not begged me to cum in her mouth I would have lost it as well but with a bit of work I managed to hold out long enough to pull out and move around to her head. She immediately opened wide and I shoved my cock all the way in and down her throat. That was all I could take. I pulled back quickly, grabbed my cock and sprayed her tongue. She got her wish as our juices mixed in her mouth. I delivered three more strong blasts but these I aimed at her face. If she was going to be my bitch I might as well give her a proper bitch bath. She was starting again. "Ah yeah, that's it. Cum on mommy's face. Make me your bitch and cream all over my face." She grabbed my cock and stroked the last few weak shots out and then began using it to spread my cream all over her face and her tits before she took me back in her mouth. I stayed hard and she sucked with such force I thought my head was going to implode, and then she let me go. "I need this dick shoved deep in mommy's ass. Shove it in and fuck the shit out of me. Do it now." She was as wanton a bitch as any woman could be. I moved back around as she reached back and spread her ass open for me. "Shove that dick up my ass. Make me scream." I did, as she demanded. In one vicious push I was buried in her ass and she was screaming in delight. "Ah god, that's it. Fuck your mother up her tight ass. Fuck me hard. Make it hurt for a week. I want to remember how good your cock feels in my ass every time I take a shit. My ass is yours." I was pounding her so hard it almost hurt as my balls slapped against her pussy. I'd never imagined Mom could be so wild. I didn't want this to end. I grabbed my pleasure center and pushed hard to delay the inevitable and continued to slam Mom's ass as hard and deep as I could. "Ah god Kenny, you're going to make me cum again. Do it. Fuck my ass and make me cum for you. That's it, right there. That's the way. That's it." Again, she lost her ability to speak as she exploded violently and I still kept it up. I drove her to one more orgasm before she begged me to put it back in her mouth. "Ah fuck Kenny, let me taste my ass on your cock. Come fuck my mouth baby. Give me your hot cum. Let me drink you down." That sounded fine to me and again I moved around a shoved my cock in her mouth but this time I took control. "I'm going to fuck your slut mouth and cum right down your fucking throat", and that's exactly what I did. I grabbed her hair and gave her the most intense skull fuck anyone could imagine. In fact, I was banging her mouth so hard I actually wondered if I was going to break her nose. I looked for any sign of pain and finding none I slammed her a few more times and then flooded her throat with my cream. She choked and sputtered and swallowed for all she was worth and when I delivered the last of the major shots I pulled my cock from her mouth and slapped the last few drops over her freshly fucked face. It's amazing what an unbridled fuck session can do for you. All was right with the world once more and I was starving. We both headed up stairs to clean up and when we got back down dinner was ready and the girls were sitting at the table with the biggest shit-eating grins I've ever seen. Savannah was at her place on the floor looking neutral but a quick probe told me all three of them knew exactly how intense my session with Mom had been and they were all horny as hell. The smell of the food was heavily laced with the musky scent of three steaming pussies and Mom's freshly fucked holes and just as I was devising a plan to see that they were all satisfied the doorbell rang. "Sit, I'll get it." Mom was about to jump up when I stopped her. As I got up I shot a quick telepathic question at Mom. "Is Savannah going to create any embarrassment? Should I send her back to her room?" The answer I got back wasn't much help but was an obvious response all the same. "It depends on who it is and what they want." I decided to leave Savannah where she was and play it by ear. I opened the door to find my childhood sweetheart and I immediately forgot about everything else. This was the girl I was starting to explore my sexuality with when my world came crashing down. This is the girl who stood by me throughout my rehabilitation. This is the girl I most often fantasized about when I masturbated. In short, she was my wet dream and much more. She was five-seven and maybe 115 pounds. She had light brown hair that she used to wear long but was now cut in a short shag. Either way it looked great on her. Her eyes were large round pools of honey that drew you in until you thought you would drown in them. But her best facial feature was her lips. They were full and red and just screamed out to be kissed. Of course, now that I knew a bit more they also screamed out for a cock. Descendant of Baccus Pt. 05 She had a long slender neck and as I recall it was very sensitive. Kissing her neck, especially along the back up near her hairline and close to her ears never failed to leave her panting and covered in goose bumps. It never took much of this before she begged me to stop. Her breasts were fuller and firmer than they were when we were first together. Back then they were nice handfuls with perky nipples but she didn't have enough to created a defined cleavage. Now they were firm melons with a pronounced cleavage and nipples that often showed through whatever she was wearing. I often fantasized about what it would be like to slide my cock between those magnificent globes while toying with her nipples. Maybe it was time to live out that fantasy. Her beasts stood firmly above a flat, very toned belly that was often on display. She had a thing for short cut shirts and low cut pants that framed her belly to perfection. She kept it firm with gymnastics. She had started studying as a child with the thought that one day she would be competing in the Olympics and she had worked very hard to reach that goal. It was sometime during my recovery that she gave up on that idea but she still maintained a fairly rigorous training schedule. She often said it had become like therapy for her. She just loved it too much to quit and given the results, I certainly wasn't anxious for her to give it up. The other benefit gymnastics had was to give her the firmest and roundest ass I'd ever seen. Even better than that, her ass was perched upon a pair of absolutely exquisite legs that I would have gladly spent hours exploring with my tongue until every inched had been mapped in my brain. Her ass and legs were almost always wrapped in tight fitting jeans that left no doubt as to their perfection but it was those times when she wore a skirt or dress that I loved the most. Her legs were far too fantastic to be covered and with the right cut her ass was still magnificently displayed. What really made this package so enticing was the personality held within. She was always cheerful and funny as hell. In my darkest moments she was the one who could always manage to drag a smile from me. She was also very smart. During my recovery we had spent hours talking and working together on a number of my assignment and I quickly came to realize she was a close as anyone to being my mental equal. Very little got by her and I enjoyed the challenge of trying to stay one step ahead of her. She also had a great heart, not just with me, but with everyone she came in contact with. If you needed help she would find a way to help. There would be no questions asked or any expectation of reciprocation. She just helped because it was who she was. She often said it made her feel more human. I think, actually I hope, some of that rubbed off on me. Her parents had named her Sandy for some unknown reason. It was the only thing about her I wasn't real thrilled about. I really can't explain why but the name just didn't seem to fit her. She wasn't real happy with the name either so early on we decided she needed a nickname and man did we have fun finding the right one. We played with everything from the ridiculous (Bubbles), to the ridiculously sweet (Princess) to the ridiculously cartoonish (Bugs). We eventually settled on the ridiculously obvious Mac. It was obvious since her last name was Mc Tavish and ever since then that's what everyone called her. Mac jumped into my arms and kissed me deeply the moment I opened the door. She smelled great. Lilac was the scent and it insinuated itself throughout my senses. I was getting lost in it when she finally broke away. She was so excited she couldn't stand still. She was jumping up and down and shouting, "I did it" with such intensity it was becoming infectious and still I had no idea what she was talking about. It was scary. We were too close for her to have accomplished something so important without my knowing what the goal had been. That's when it struck me. I had gotten so wrapped up in things I had forgotten how we had talked about universities and what it would be like if we could get into the same program in the same school. At the time, it sounded like the best thing in the world. Now that plan seemed like ancient history. And here she was, more excited than I've ever seen her and I was going to have to tell her I wasn't going with her. FUCK! As always, she read me perfectly and suddenly stopped. The energy and her color drained from her as I watched her go from pure joy to total bewilderment. I was going to have to do something fast and without a second thought I decided she need to know everything. I needed to open up to her now or I would do irreparable damage. I couldn't do that to her, especially not to her. "Mac, we need to talk. I'll tell you everything. Please don't get too worried. I think it's all going to be ok but please, trust me for a moment so I can explain. We can talk in my room. Go ahead up and I'll be right behind you. I just want to let Mom know you're here." She hesitated for a second and as I probed her thoughts I saw her light on the word trust. She knew she could trust me. I'd never let her down before and in a flash she decided I was not going to let her down now. I was not feeling all that confident. She finally spoke. "Ok but hurry or I'm going to bust wondering what this is all about." She headed up the stairs and I hurried into the dining room to deal with my family. I needed them out of the way tonight. I especially needed Carrie occupied. I quickly devised a plan. "Mom, Mac is here and I'm pretty sure she got into most if not all of the same universities. I need to spend some time with her to help her understand why my plans have changed." Mom knew immediately what this meant. "Jeez Kenny, be careful son. She's going to be crushed." "I think it'll be ok. I'm going to explain everything and she'll understand. I just hope I can convince her to stick around. I'm realizing I'd miss her way too much if she went off without me." I was quickly coming to the conclusion that the only way this was going to be ok was if I convinced her to stay here with me. "Mom, girls, I want you to help me with something. Savannah experienced painful torture today, maybe a bit too painful. Tonight I want her to experience the other side of torture. I'm hoping you can all work together to teach her how pleasure can become torture." Annie spoke up first. "I don't understand. How do you make pleasure seem like torture?" She really didn't have any idea and I had a brief inkling to see if I couldn't give her a quick lesson, but there was no time for that now. "He's what I want you to do. Make love to her but don't let her cum. Make it last as long as you possibly can before she has the first orgasm. Once she does I want you to give her as many more orgasms a possible. If she passes out, bring her around and give her more. When she finally passes out so deeply that you can't bring her around you'll know you're done with her. When she finally comes back to us both you and she will know how torturous pleasure can be." It was Annie again and all the while we were talking no one paid the slightest bit of attention to Savannah. She was little more than a fly on the wall. It was the perfect setup to this night and once again I was extremely thankful for my ability to think quickly. "You are evil baby brother. Can we at least have some fun while we're busy doing your dirty work?" She was being deliciously sarcastic. "Have a blast and I'll see you all in the morning." Neither Mom or Carrie had said a word but a quick probe told me they were both looking forward to this game. I also detected that musky scent again and was disappointed that I wouldn't be there to watch all the fun. Again, I thought quickly and decided I needed a video system installed in the house. There was just too much going on and I didn't want to miss any of it. I finally turned to Savannah. "You will go with them and do exactly as you are told. I don't want to have to punish you again so don't let me down. I will see you tomorrow and Mom will tell me how you performed." Se replied with a simple, "Yes Master" and I headed off to deal with Mac. Descendant of Bacchus By Zazupitz Chapter 12: Wet Dreams – Wetter Reality I headed straight for my room and there was Mac stretched out on my bed. The only way this vision could get any better is if she was naked and I was hopeful that would come soon enough. For now, it was time to talk. I lay down beside her and took her into my arms. She felt so warm and smelled so good I just had to hold he for a while. Actually, I momentarily lost the power of speech. Instead, I was getting lost in her embrace and had to fight to regain control. I was desperate to make love to her but I couldn't do that until I had come clean. I loved her too much not to tell her everything first and then hope she would understand and stay. I sat up and turned to face her. "Mac, I have a ton of things to tell you and I really need to tell you everything. It's just that this is going to sound so outrageous I just don't know how you're going to react. The worst part of all of this is I really love you. For me that means I have to be totally honest. But, what if I'm totally honest and as a result you hate me and run away? Jeez, I'm already screwing this up. Loving you isn't the worst thing. In fact it's the best thing I discovered about myself. I guess I'm just a little nervous." She was really worried now. She had never seen me as unsure of myself as I was at that moment and she had also never heard me tell her I loved her. The combination of the two was confusing her. "Kenny, I love you too. I always have and I always knew you loved me. I mean I sensed you felt that way. I really love that you want to be honest with me but you're scaring me a bit. I mean, I think I can deal with most anything but I've never seen you like this. Your not going to tell me you're gay or something, are you?" She was searching for some explanation and when she came on the gay idea it really scared her. I had to laugh just a bit. "No Mac, I promise, I'm not gay. It's a whole lot stranger than that. Let me try something with you and maybe it'll help you understand." I looked into her most recent memories and discovered what I was looking for. "Mac, you came here tonight hoping we would finally have a chance to make love." Hearing this, she immediately turned red and just looked at me trying to digest what I had just said. "Was I being so obvious?" She hadn't even considered that I might be reading her thoughts. I was being too subtle. "No, you weren't. Let's try this again." This time I looked for something that I could not possibly know or guess and lo-and-behold there it was. "Mac, I'm sorry to embarrass you but in the shower this morning you were thinking about tonight and you masturbated. You had a really strong orgasm." I threw that last bit in to be sure I was driving the point home. She turned even redder and gasped. "How the hell could you know that? "If you were spying on me I'll kill you?" Now she was pissed. "Mac, please clam down. I wasn't spying on you. I would never do that to you. I recently discovered an ability that will seem very strange to you. I know it seemed strange to me at first. You see, I can read your thoughts." She stopped me before I could continue. "You've got to be kidding me. I don't believe it. You're just playing with me." She really didn't believe it was anything more than luck at best or spying at worst. I needed something more if I was going to convince her. I decided it was time to tweak her a bit. I tapped into her pleasure center and mentally nibbled on her clit just a bit. She jumped off the bed and backed as far away from me as she could. "Jeez, what the fuck was that? What did you just do to me?" The first thing that caught me off guard was the language. Mac never used that language and coming from her it seemed totally inappropriate. The second thing that caught me was her fear. I scared her now and that was not what I was intending. "Please Mac, I'm sorry. You see I also discovered that I have the ability to manipulate people as well. I just touched your pleasure center. I'm sorry. I just needed to do something that would help you see just how real this is. I promise not to do that again. Please come back and talk with me. Please." I really needed to settle her down. "Jesus Kenny, this is just too much. How did you discover this power?" She still hadn't come back to sit with me but I could see some of the tension draining out of her. "We'll, I guess I really discovered it at the party. By the way, I'm really sorry I didn't get to spend any time with you. It was just so crazy." She started to ease back to the bed. "I was really pissed with you that day. If you had been able to read my thoughts that day you would have know I was hoping that would have been the day we first made love." With that declaration she sat on the bed and punched me. This was no love tap. It caught my upper arm and it hurt. That was one more failure to add to my growing list. "Sorry Mac, I was just really overwhelmed that day. Actually I've spent most of the time since then feeling overwhelmed. There's more though. You see I've found out that this power is something that runs in the family. All the men seem to have the same ability to varying extents. My father was a master at this and used it to help a lot of people improve their lives. He actually turned it into a consulting business that is now mine." I figured I'd hit her with the good stuff first and then try to ease her into my kinkier activities. "You're serious, you can read and manipulate people's minds. This is just too weird. Can you really make me do things?" Her tone had shifted. Now it was less tinged with fear and more with curiosity. "I can but I won't. The thing of it is I could but I won't use this to do things to anyone unless they want me too. There have been times in my family history where this power has been abused and it always resulted in disaster. I am trying very hard and will continue to try very hard to be sure I don't make that mistake." I knew that wasn't totally true. I might make Philippe's wife do things that she wouldn't be asking for but for now I rationalized that this was not abuse. This would be done in the service of a client. I really wasn't sure how long this rationalization would hold up. "This is just too much to get my head around. What exactly could you make me do?" By now her curious nature was fully engaged. "Well, I guess I could make you do pretty much anything. It's all pretty new to me so I'm not really sure if there are any limitations to this gift. I've tried it with a few people but so far, I've only done things they wanted done. I haven't forced anyone to do something they would be uncomfortable with or unhappy about." I thought about my two slaves and felt just a bit better. As out of control as I had been, in the end it was nothing more than delivering what they needed to be happy. "Wow, I don't know what to say. I guess this is going to take a while to settle in." I looked into her thoughts and saw she was wondering if what she felt for me might have been something I planted. I needed to nip this one in the bud quickly. "Mac, I swear to you, until this moment I've never even looked into your thoughts. I have never done anything even close to manipulating you. No matter what happens to us I really need you to trust me on this one. I would not do that to you. I really do love you and I would never do anything to abuse your trust." I wasn't sure I was getting through and as hard as it was not to influence her, I decided to let her reach her own conclusions. "I guess I believe you. It's just strange knowing you could do this stuff. How would I know if you were or weren't manipulating me? I've always trusted you. I really want to trust you even now. Jeez, this is so confusing." Her mind was working a mile a minute but I stayed out of her thoughts and waited to see where she would head with this. "I guess I trust you. I know I love you. I can't believe you planted that in my head. I won't believe that. You just need to promise me one thing. No matter what, I want you to stay out of my head. Promise me, you'll let me be me. If you can promise me that I promise not to question you on this again." I sensed she was not fully convinced but she was also not prepared to run away. "Mac, I promise, more than that, I swear I will never invade your thoughts or manipulate you in any way unless you specifically ask me to. I promise you this with all my heart. No matter what, I will let you be yourself." This was as heart-felt a promise as I could give. I would not violate it for the world and having made the promise I had to let her decide whether to accept it or reject it. It was torture waiting for her to digest this. She stared deeply into my eyes and finally wrapped me in her arms and whispered, "I love you". We had passed the first hurdle. I needed to take her to the next and I was going to stick with the good stuff for a bit more. "Mac, there's a lot more I need to tell you but first I think it might help if I tell you a bit about how I think I'm going to be using this gift." I decided Josh's daughter was the best example I had to help her understand how good this could be. "I have a new client coming in next week. He called yesterday about a problem with his daughter. You see, she was raped and she has been so traumatized by it that she can't even get near another man. Her father says she even cringes when he tries to hug her. I'm going to try to get into her head and see if I can't ease her pain. I believe I can. That's just one example of the kinds of things I believe I can achieve with the gift. I'm really going to try to do as much good for people as I can." I think I touched a nerve. "Wow, you really think you can help her?" Mac always had a big heart. If she could help she would and when she couldn't she grieved. I definitely hit a nerve. "I'm pretty sure I can. I just need to get into her head and convince her it wasn't her fault and the beast that did this to her is just that, a beast. He's not a man. He's an animal. If I can make her see the creep for what he really is I think I can help her get past this horror." I wasn't convinced it would be as easy as I was making it seem but I really was confident I could help. "That would be so great. I guess I wouldn't mind being able to do some of that as well. I was going to tell you I got into most of the universities I applied to and I am really leaning toward going to Harvard. They accepted me into the Psychology program." I knew she was going to tell me this and was about tell her about my change of plans when an idea struck me. I had been considering how to get close enough to Shane to be able to help her and was thinking about using Mom as a conduit until I could get her more relaxed. Now I was thinking Mac would be the better choice. They would obviously be closer in age and could talk a bit more comfortably, maybe. It would also help me give Mac something that would make her happy and more comfortable with who I was becoming. "Mac, I think you can do some of what I'll be doing. Hear me out for a second and if you want, maybe you can help me with this. You see, Shane – that's her name by the way, is so traumatized she probably won't be willing to sit with me so I can work with her. I was thinking about using someone else to help intercede. You might be the perfect person for this." "Jeez Kenny, I don't know what I could possibly say or do that would be helpful. I've never even met someone who went through this. I don't see how I could be of much help." I could see she wanted to try but it would take some convincing before she felt any confidence. Descendant of Baccus Pt. 05 "Let me explain. You wouldn't be doing this alone. I would be in the background looking into her thoughts. I'd feed them to you and tell you what you needed to say. I'd be with you every step of the way and when we got her past the first stage then I'd come in and work with her directly. You could help me break down the first few walls but you'd have to let me into your head." "You mean I'd be like a puppet? You tell me what to say and I just repeat it?" This wasn't sounding quite so good to her. "Not exactly. I will be feeding you her thoughts as well and you'll be free to react to them. What I'll feed you will be more like suggestions and you can decide how to use them. As we go along I'll be letting you know how you're doing and you can adjust along the way." I really didn't think this would work if I took total control. If this was going to work I needed her to be herself. If all she did was parrot what I told her Shane would probably see through the charade. "Do you really think I can help her?" I didn't need to read her thoughts to know she really wanted to believe she could. "I really do. Together, I really think we can help her get well." The more I talked this through the more I became truly convinced that this was the right tact. She was sold. "When would we start?" "She's coming in next Thursday. I'm going to start right away. By the way, you should know I get paid very well for my services. If you want to do this you will be getting paid as well and if we can do this together you might want to reconsider your college plans." I dropped the bait out there and wondered if she'd bite. "You're not going are you?" She took it, hook, line and sinker. "No Mac, I'm not. I have a job and a business now. Even if I went I can't imagine having something better to do with my life. At least for now, I'm going to focus on the business and see where it takes me. I'm sorry. I know we made plans together but I just can't walk away from this." The fact that so many people were depending on me to assume the reins and make this work had become secondary in my mind. I really did want to help as many people as I could and this was the best possible chance I could imagine to achieve that goal. "Mac, I wasn't kidding about you changing your plans. I would love it if we could work together at this. If this team effort works with Shane it will work with others. If you really want to get into peoples heads and help them through their personal problems I can't think of a better way to do it than this. Besides, it would let us be together and that was really the plan all along, wasn't it?" The wheels were turning as she worked to digest this. "I don't know Kenny. I've been so focused on getting into college. I don't know if I can just turn away from it just like that. Besides, my parents would die if I told them I decided not to go. You should have seen them when I got the letter from Harvard. I've never seen them so happy." I knew exactly what she was going through. It was just a short time ago that I went though all the same thoughts and the same sense of withdrawal. "Don't decide now. Help me with Shane first. If you want to stick with it I can help with your parents. If you decide you still want to go the Harvard, I'll stand by you. Whatever you decide, I'll still love you." I hit the mark once again and once again she wrapped me in her arms "Ok, let's do it and see what happens." She kissed me deeply as if the conversation had reached its conclusion. It was time to drop a few bombs. "Mac, there's more I need to tell you. I'm sorry but this is going to get a lot stranger. Please hear me out." She was disappointed as she broke away and waited to see just how this could get any stranger. I told her everything. I told her about my family history. I told her about my role in the family. I told her about Mom and me. I told her about Carrie and me. I told her about my slaves. I left nothing out. By the time I was done she was sitting in stunned silence. That's when I dropped the biggest bomb. It was something I had discovered in dad's files and it involved her parents. "Mac, your parents were also clients of my father's. You were six and your father came to my father because he was having trouble with your mom. She was unhappy and your father didn't know why or what to do. That's when they became clients and that's when dad discovered they were having sexual problems. It seems your father was having some difficulties getting aroused since you were born. He didn't understand why this was happening and your mother, out of frustration had taken a lover." This hit her like a ton of bricks and seeing this hurt me so intensely it shocked me. I really did love her and the depth of that love suddenly became so real it hurt. "Mac, Dad helped them through it. He counseled them and helped them see just how in love they were. He taught them how to be sexual again and by the time he finished with them they were more deeply in love that ever before. Mac, the last thing you need to know is this. We became friends because of this. You see, as they were being counseled your mom left you at my house with my mom. That's when we met and started playing together. We've been friends ever since." The change was so sudden and so intense it was as if something in her snapped. I was suddenly convinced I'd pushed her to far. How could I have promised not to look into her thoughts? How stupid had I been? How much damage had I done to her? All this was barreling through my head when she suddenly growled at me, "Who was she fucking?" It was pure venom. I didn't need to search her thoughts for this one. She wanted to know who the bastard was and then she wanted to kill the prick. I had to fight to get her back in my arms and it took all I had to hold her there. I needed to sooth her somehow and I couldn't tell her the one thing she now wanted to know. I could not betray the trust my father had earned any more than I could break my promise not to invade her mind. All I could do was hold her close and hope she would be calmed by my touch. "I love you Mac. That's all you need to know now. All I've told you and all I've become hasn't changed that. I love you more than I have loved anyone. I will always love you with all of my heart. You are a part of me." I kept repeating this and praying it would sink in and sooth her soul. I begged the gods to help. I couldn't loose her now. Not after I had opened myself up so completely. I needed her to come back to me and just when I thought all hope was lost she seemed to settle just a bit. That's when the next explosion hit and the violence of it was astounding. She broke away and began wailing on me. The blows were coming with such speed a ferocity all I could do was cover up and let her spend this dark energy. I'd created this monster and I was going to have to endure its wrath. By the time she was spent I was bruised and bleeding from my upper lip and nose. That's when the next change overtook her. Her vision cleared and she realized what she had done. "Dear god, what have I done. Shit, look at you. You're bleeding. Ah shit." She collapsed into my arms and started balling and I just kept telling her how much I loved her and how sorry I was for hurting her and on and on and on until she finally calmed again. The roller coaster ride had finally come to and end and with a few more sniffles she started to come back to me. She kissed my busted lip and dabbed at me bloody nose with her fingers. She was coming back to me. Mac was coming back and I finally began breathing again. "Please tell me there are no more secrets you have to share with me." She was desperate to know the worst of it was over. "That's all there is. I'm really sorry but I couldn't live with myself if I kept these secrets from you. Not from you. I love you too much. Please don't hate me." I heard my own desperation in that last request and with it I realized I needed her more than everything else I had or might have in the future. If I couldn't have Mac then none of this was going to be nearly as sweet as it could be. With her, it would all be ok. "I don't hate you. I could never hate you. I just don't know how I'm going to deal with you and everything you are becoming. You're not the same person any more. And still, I love you. Why does everything have to be so damn complicated? All I wanted to do was come here and make love to you. Now I don't know what I want." She was in control again but I sensed it was a fragile grip she was maintaining. "Mac, I know what I want. I never doubted it before and I never will. I want you. I love you. I need you with me. If you can find a way to accept who I've become I will be yours forever. Just try to trust in my love for you and I promise you will never hurt like this again. I swear this with all my heart. You just need to trust me because the person you have always known is still here and you know that person would never break a promise to you. I believe in our love. Believe in it with me." I was sounding pathetic but I couldn't hold back. If I couldn't convince her now I would never get another chance. She looked deep into my eyes before she decided how to respond. "I do trust you. I don't know why but I do. One thing though, don't ever keep secrets from me. I don't care how ugly you think things might be or how hurt I might feel. If I ever find out you kept me in the dark you will loose me. I think I might be able to deal with all this but you had better keep me in the loop with everything. If you can't make this promise to me than we better break away now. I mean it". Her confidence was returning and I was rejoicing in it as I promised. "I swear to you, you will know everything that happens in my life. I won't hold back the slightest detail. But Mac, you need to understand that who I have become is who I will be. There's no turning back now that I've opened these doors. I need to follow this course. Ride with me. Share the adventure. Be my lover for the rest of my life. But, please don't expect me to go back to the way I was. That's the one thing I can't promise you." It was time to get her to commit. It was time to test her resolve. It was time to risk my deepest love. "Take the good with the bad and everything in between I guess. All right. I'll go along for the ride. Just be patient with me. You're going to take some time to get used to. Now, let's stop wasting time and make love to me before I change my mind." I won. I had her and for the first time since entering this new and strange world I finally felt a real sense of joy. With Mac at my side it would all be good. I shut up and kissed her. She tasted a bit salty from all the tears she had shed but she was delicious all the same and before long our hands were exploring each other's bodies. I was back to being a kid, clumsily fondling her breasts, but now I knew so much more. I needed to taste them and as I eased her out of her top I did just that. Her nipples were already hard and as I licked and sucked each of them they swelled to become fat little buttons. Unlike the others, Mac's nipples didn't stand out very far. Instead, they grew fat and wide and from her reaction they were clearly very sensitive. She wasn't as large as the others either, I'd guess a B cup, but they were perfectly shaped and firm. As I sucked each of them wantonly I slid my hand down and undid her pants. She was wearing cute little pink panties and as I slid my hand down over the silky material I discovered they were wet. I don't mean they were damp or moist. I mean they were soaked. She was dripping in anticipation. I fondled her a bit more and then brought my hand back up so I could smell and taste her. "Do I taste good?" Her voice had grown husky and very sexy. "You taste fantastic. In fact, I need more." I slid down her body and in one smooth move I relieved her of both her pants and her panties and then dove in, tongue first. She shivered and squealed with the first touch and before too much longer she was bucking against my tongue. She was very close but I decided her first orgasm should be with me inside her. It was a challenge to pull away. She had taken hold of my head and was trying to force me to make her cum. "God Kenny, don't stop. I've waited so long for this. Please make me cum." She was riding my tongue like a wild woman. "Not yet Mac. I want to be inside you. I want the first orgasm I give you to be with my cock deep inside your beautiful pussy. I broke her grip on my head and as she groaned in frustration I slid up her body and let my cock find its own way inside the treasure box. She felt every bit as good as I had imagined. I'm sure there are times when the fantasy is better than the reality. This was not one of those times. Her pussy felt like it had been tailored made for me. In fact it felt so right I knew it was just a matter of a few strokes and I was going to loose it. I needed to hold out. What I was really hoping for was for us to cum together and since I had promised not to toy with her head I toyed with mine as I began to take long and slow, deep stokes. She was building to orgasm once again and the squishing sound we were making as I slid in and out of her let me know just how wet she had become. I leaned forward and kissed her and then whispered, "cum with me". She reached down and grabbed my ass so she could pull me into her and whispered back, "do it now, I'm ready". That was all I needed to hear. I let myself go and as the first jet of cum leapt forward she fell over the edge. "Oh god Kenny, I can feel you cumming inside me. Just a little more. Yeah, that's it. Oh fuck, yes. Fill me with your cum. There it is. There….. It…….. Is……" Her pussy was spasming around my cock, milking it for all it could offer as her nails dug into my ass to hold me tight inside her. I flooded her. I just couldn't stop. I was pumping wave after wave of cream deep inside her and she was begging for more. It seemed like a lifetime before we started to come back down and before she finally released her grip on my ass. She finally collapsed beneath me and I just lay on top of her whispering my undying love for her. It was then that I decided she would have to become my official wife. I know Mom said marrying outside the family sometimes created difficulties but this just had to be. We would work through the difficulties and we would share a lifetime of love and adventure. "Mac, don't answer now but I want you to be my wife. I want to share everything with you. I want us to be a team. Take some time to get used to who I've become and please tell me you will be mine. Nothing in my life will be as good as it could be unless I have you to share it with." I know. How many times has this happened? A guy finally gets his dick wet and he's suddenly professing his undying love for the wench he's buried in. This was different. I'd loved her for so long that this was just a punctuation mark. I wanted her to accept me on my terms and if she could do that we would create a paradise. She kissed me deeply and as we broke away she looked deeply into my eyes and began to cry. "Oh Kenny, I can't tell you how many times I've dreamed about you asking me. It's just that I never dreamed it would be like this. I never dreamed that I would be sharing you. I'm not sure how I can live without you and I'm not sure how I can live with you. I don't want to be just one more in your harem. I love you too much for that." "Mac, you won't be sharing me. We will be sharing together. You will always be the most important person in my life. It's a life I want to build together with you. Share this adventure with me and I promise you, I will never make you feel like just another member of my harem. Be my partner and let's travel this road together." I was absolutely convinced that this was the right thing to do and I was equally convinced that I could make her feel just as loved as Dad and made Mom feel. This could work. Once again she stared into my eyes as if she was looking for some inner truth and oddly enough she seemed to find what she was looking for. Her smile warmed my soul and her words filled me with joy. :"Kenny, I'll marry you. I'll share my life with you. I will be by your side through it all. Just promise me, you'll never shut me out or push me aside. Promise me that and I'm yours forever." The tears were gone and the conviction in her voice left no doubt that she was serious. "You have my word. We will live this life together and if you ever feel like you're being left out just tell me. I will do whatever it takes to make this right for us. It will be strange at times. It will be confusing at time. It will be intense and very erotic at times. And, we will share it all. I love you." "There's just one more thing Kenny. If you really want to look into my mind it's ok. I'm not going to keep any secrets from you so looking inside me is ok. Just promise me you won't go in there and make me do things. At least, don't make me do anything without telling me first. If you did that I'd just feel like one of your slaves and I don't think I could stand that." I didn't need to look inside to see that she was deadly serious. "I promise. I won't steal your free will. I want you to share this life freely. I need you to share freely. You will never need to worry about that. Even my slaves share freely. I do nothing to them that they don't desire of me. With all my heart, I promise I will never manipulate you." Her free spirit was what I loved most about her. To smother that spirit would be to destroy that most precious element of who she was. I had no doubt I could and would keep this promise. We didn't need any more words after that. I was still hard and she was still wet. Our lovemaking lasted the rest of the night and into the next morning. Neither of us slept a wink and I for one, felt great. We ended in the shower with one more session before I had to go off to work and Mac headed home. I was going to go over her house that night to share the news with her parents. I stopped in at the guesthouse briefly before heading to the office to be sure the girls were Ok and seeing all was well I headed off to my next adventure, whatever that would be. I was deliriously happy. Descendant of Bacchus By Zazupitz Chapter 13: Marriage & Murder I arrived at the office feeling energized and ready to face anything. At least I thought I was ready. Rachel was her usual chipper self and even at this early hour there was a stack of messages waiting. Again, the first one was marked urgent. It was from Philippe and had no return number. "Do you know what this is all about?" I guessed he had made his flight arrangements and would be coming in next week. "Yes Sir, he left a voice message saying he would be arriving at the airport at 10:30 this morning and hoped you would have time to meet with him today." I guess this was more urgent than I had surmised. "What does my schedule look like today?" I was pretty sure I was free and I was getting excited about dealing with my first client. "You have a few calls scheduled for this morning but beyond that your calendar is open. Would you like me to arrange a car to meet him at the airport?" I thought quickly and decided to turn this into a test. "No car. Have the company limo take you to the airport. I would like you to meet him. Also, make a reservation at the Hyatt. Make it a suite with an open departure date. He will probably be a bit worn down from the long flight. I want you to be sure he is comfortable. Do whatever it takes to get him settled in. You can bring him to the office at 2." I quick read told me she knew exactly what I meant by being sure he was comfortable and with out hesitation she responded with a simple "Yes Sir". Descendant of Baccus Pt. 05 "Bring my coffee", and with that I headed into my office to deal with the balance of the phone message and to prepare for Philippe. It was 10 when she buzzed to tell me she was heading out. Luann would be filling in for her while she was out. Damn, I had forgotten all about my morning blowjob. So much for rituals. "Ok, send Luann in and check in with me when you get to the hotel." I was tempted to remind her of her instructions but decided to let it go and see how she did once Philippe arrived. Luann knocked on my door a moment later and as she entered I saw Rachael heading down the corridor. Luann was the exact opposite of Rachael. She was the stereotypical bookworm. She stood about 5 foot 6 but looked much shorter as she stood hunched looking down at her shoes. She wore thick glasses that hid most of her face so it was difficult to tell if she was even slightly pretty. Her skin was pale and lightly freckled and her dark red hair was pulled back in a plain ponytail. She had the kind of hair that would explode into a wild bush if set free but I guessed it could be tamed if she took the time to do anything with it. She was dressed in a white blouse that was buttoned up to her neck. It fit loosely so there was no telling if she had breasts at all. She could have been flat for all I could tell. Her skirt was just as unflattering. It was a long, gray, wool tweed that fell just above her ankles. If all of this wasn't bad enough the shoes were the real killers. They looked like old-lady orthopedics in black. She could not have made herself look less inviting if she had tried. Still, my overactive libido began wondering what would be unearthed if I'd taken the time to peel away the layers of frump. She was clearly nervous. In fact, she was wound tighter than a watch spring. If I'd made a sudden move she would have crumbled. It was strange. How could anyone be this nervous? It wasn't like I was some monster. I needed to probe a bit. What I found was a startling combination of things. First, she was generally nervous in front of any new person. She was just to shy and that shyness manifested itself by making her visibly tense. She hated this and wished in the worst way that she could get past this and learn to interact with some measure of normalcy. The second thing I found was a bit more surprising. She was a slave and Uncle Steve was her master. I dug a little deeper and found this was a relatively new status for her and she was still not entirely comfortable with the role. She had entered this role willingly in the hopes that it would help her break out of her shell. She hated being so shy and she hated the fact that it left her virtually incapacitated. She was having her doubts now. The last thing I discovered was pleasantly surprising. Rachael had advised her that I had forgotten about my morning blowjob and let Luann know she might be called on to provide this relief. Luann was not uncomfortable with doing this but was really afraid that she would not perform well enough. It seems Uncle Steve had found it necessary to teach her how to properly perform this service and she still lacked confidence in her abilities. I would be happy to give her my own lesson in the art. "Luann, please have a seat. I have a number of updates for my calendar." She dutifully sat opposite my desk, raised her pad and waited for my instructions. I added a number of appointments and a series of new phone calls I had scheduled. I also moved a few items on the presumption that Philippe would require some time beyond the afternoon. In all, it took about fifteen minutes to get things organized and I was just about to invite her to suck my cock when the phone rang. It was Philippe calling from the car. "Good morning Kenny. Thank you for organizing the car for me. Also, thank you for making time for me. I'm sorry I couldn't provide more notice but I got the last seat and it was on very short notice." I listened as I fantasized about Luann on her knees. "Welcome Philippe, would you excuse me for just a second?" I didn't bother to put him on hold. I decided I'd tickle his libido just a bit. "Luann, please come over here and suck my cock." It was a polite command and she moved without hesitation. She had certainly learned how to free a cock. I was comfortably ensconced in her hot mouth in a flash. "Sorry Philippe, I'm running a little late this morning. I normally like to start my day with a nice blowjob. I find it helps get me settled into the days activities." I was so matter of fact about it he couldn't help but laugh just a bit. "That sounds like a fine way to start the day to me. I wouldn't mind adopting that practice." My casualness seemed to put him at ease. "I heartily recommend it. If you wish, Rachael will be happy to do the same for you. She has very good oral skills. In fact, she will be happy to do what ever you wish to help you get settled in. She's going to take you to the Hyatt and get you checked in. I've asked her to bring you to the office at 2 so you have plenty of time. Enjoy." "Fantastic! She has already suggested as much. Given the current marital problems I've gone without for quite some time. It would be good to release some tension. Thank you." He sounded like a kid at Christmas, opening presents. "Glad to be of service. By the way, if it's not already raised, the limo had a privacy screen. You have about a half hour before you reach the hotel so if you don't wish to wait just let her know what you would like. I'll see you at 2." I was looking forward to hearing his report on her performance. "I look forward to it. Until then." I hung up and began to concentrate on Luann's performance. She was actually pretty good. Her suction was just about perfect and she almost managed to take my full length. With a little more practice she would be an excellent cocksucker. For now, she was performing adequately. Her strokes were long and her hand was following her mouth so my entire length was being coaxed to orgasm. I stopped her. "Luann, are you enjoying yourself?" I had the felling she was getting pretty excited but was hiding it well. "Yes sir. I've learned to enjoy this very much." She still wasn't looking at me but at least she was conversant rather than offering a simple yes or no answer. "Good, I'd like to see you cum before you get me off. Please raise your skirt and play with your pussy." I embarrassed her and since that was exactly what I'd hoped for I was happy to see her turning red. She came up off her knees and quickly raised her skirt to her waist. She held it there, settled back to her knees and with her free hand she pushed her panties aside and began stroking her pussy. I couldn't get a real good look but I'd say she never shaved. Her bush was thick and hid her pussy completely. If she were mine that would be the first thing I would change. "Are you wet?" "Yes Sir. Sucking cock always makes me very wet. If you will allow me to suck you cock while I'm playing with myself it will help make me orgasm faster." I detected a real need in her voice. "Allow me." I took my cock in one hand and her head in the other as I guided my pole back into her mouth. Once seated, I took her head in both hands and began to slowly fuck her face. I looked down to see two fingers begin to stroke with the same rhythm. "Tell me when you're ready to cum" I instructed. She was going to have to mouth this around my cock. I had no intention of letting her loose until I was ready to spray my load. I was flashing on an image of my cum spraying across her glasses and dripping off her nose and chin. I was going to make a beautiful mess of her innocent face. I increased the speed and force of my thrust and I started to force my cock down her throat. She seemed to be taking it well and I was just a bit disappointed. It went against the image. I was expecting her to gag and fight against my invading pole but she just seemed to get more excited. She was now working her cunt with three fingers and her pace was still matching my own. Oh well. It took a few more minutes of this and she was ready. Each time I pulled out of her throat she manage to get a word out. "I'm Going To Cum". With my cock stuffed in her mouth she sounded like a deaf person trying to speak. As she got the last word out I shoved my cock down her throat and held it there. I didn't have to wait long for the explosion of orgasm. She came in quiet fits and by the time I pulled my cock from her throat she was turning blue. That's when I let her have it. I stroked my cock once and got her right across both lenses. The next hit her right between the eyes and the last few caught her nose, tongue and chin. I'd done a fine job. She was dripping with cum and her look of innocence was suddenly destroyed. I would never look at her the same way again. "You may go now." I dismissed her without mention of her performance. I figured I'd let her wonder and let Uncle Steve know later where I thought she needed improvement. Like an obedient child she rose and left the office without bothering to wipe her face. I wondered if anyone would notice. I spent the rest of the morning cleaning up odds and ends and before I knew it Rachael was buzzing to let me know they had arrived. "Bring him in please." I was anxious to hear his assessment of her performance and thought it would be a good lesson in humility to have her listen to his critique. I met him in the lounge and was immediately stunned by what I saw. He was not at all what I pictured him to be. I was expecting a man in his late forties or early fifties. Instead, this was a man in his late twenties or early thirties. He was tall at about six foot 3 and seemed to be well built. He was wearing a light gray silk suit that was clearly tailor made for him and he'd dressed it up with a much darker gray shirt and a canary yellow tie. All in all, he was the perfect image of a man who'd achieved wealth and stature. This was not a man who appeared to require my services. This image was further fortified as we shook hands. His grip was firm and confident. He was confident enough not to try to overpower me but firm enough to let me know this was a proud man. Whatever the problem, this could prove to be a difficult case. Too much self-confidence and he would fight my attempts to assist him. Then again, enough self-confidence and he wouldn't need my assistance. This was going to be interesting. I invited him to sit and offered him a drink and Rachael went to the bar to prepare his scotch and soda. I settled for a coke. "How was your trip?" "It was actually very relaxing. The flight was on time and the weather was calm all the way over. Sorry again to provide so little notice but I was really anxious to meet you and see how you might be able to help." "It's quite all right. I was actually looking forward to meeting you and my schedule has been pretty flexible so for. I suspect it will get much busier before too much longer so it's probably better that you came sooner rather than later. Tell me, did Rachael do an adequate job making you comfortable?" "Yes, she was wonderful. By the way, I really do like your morning ritual. I've decided I will be adopting that from now on." He was smiling like a kid. I hope I won't embarrass you with this but Rachael is in training and it would be very helpful if you could assess her performance more specifically. Can you tell me what she did for you and what you thought of those services?" Rachael had returned with the drinks and was standing along side my chair. "Oh, I see. Well, I guess that's the least I can do. I took up your suggestion and had her give me a blowjob in the car. She was really quite good. In fact, she may have been the best I've ever had." Rachael was beaming. "When we got to the hotel I decided to take her to bed. I was pleased to find that she wasn't wearing panties and her pussy was quite wet. She felt really good and responded very nicely. I guess my only disappointment was I was unable to make her cum. I do like to give my women as much pleasure as I receive from them." Rachael's smile faded a bit with that one. "Rachael, why is it that you didn't cum for the gentlemen?" I was firm with her even though I knew the answer. "I'm sorry Master. I was only following your instructions. I had not received your permission to cum so I fought off the urge." She turned to Philippe. "I'm sorry to have displeased you sir." Philippe was about to respond when I jumped in. "My apologies Philippe. I have Rachael under strict instructions not to orgasm unless she is granted permission. I'm afraid I forgot to fill you in. If you would like to try again I can set her free. She is actually very orgasmic and would probably have cum several times had I allowed her that freedom." I had him stirred and a quick look into his thoughts told me he was intrigued by her servitude and curious about how she would respond in the throes of orgasm. I also found him wondering what her ass would feel like. He had apparently fucked her doggie style and was lusting over that fine specimen. "Did you have a chance to sample her ass?" I decided to chide him on a bit. "No, I'm afraid I missed out on that delicacy. Is it as good as it looks?" He was hooked and Rachael knew it. "Her ass is very nice and getting better. She is actually very tight but I've had her doing exercises that have loosened her up just enough to be enjoyable. Rachael, go get the 9-inch dildo and bring it back here. I'd like you to demonstrate for the gentleman." She responded with a simple but embarrassed, "yes Master" as she headed off to retrieve the toy. "Philippe, please let her demonstrate for you and then feel free to try her out yourself. I think you'll be pleasantly surprised at just how good her ass is." He was having second thoughts about this. He was actually getting a bit embarrassed by the thought of performing in the company of others. I figured I'd help him get over it with a few mild tweaks. I had him ready a raring to go by the time Rachael returned. "Rachael, bed over the couch and demonstrate." She did as instructed. "Philippe, when I first started her training she was so tight it was almost painful to fuck her ass. Since then she's been working with the dildo each morning and now she can take it with just a bit of saliva as her lube. I think the tightness is just about right but maybe you can let me know what you think." He never took his eyes off Rachael as she began to work the plastic dick into her asshole but he was paying attention. The bulge in his custom made trousers told me his dick was paying attention as well. Rachael had worked most of the dildo into her ass at this point and was now stroking it comfortably and I found myself getting excited as well. Maybe this would be a good time to introduce her to a bit of double penetrating action. Then again, with Philippe it might not be a good idea. I'd have to play this one by ear. "Rachael, are you ready for a real cock?" Whether she was ready or not Philippe was. "Yes Master." The response was more of a moan than a clear verbalization. She was obviously on a hair trigger. "Philippe, she's all yours." My tweaking obviously did the trick. He was out of his clothes and in position in no time at all. His cock was about the same length as mine but he had more girth. In fact, he was wider than the dildo now stuffed in Rachael's ass. This was going to become interesting. Rachael sensed him behind her and eased the dildo out so he could enter and that's exactly what he did before her asshole could relax and close. As soon as he had the head of his cock seated he grabbed her hips and pressed in. She groaned as his dick disappeared. "This is the best ass I've ever had. It is perfectly tight. I wouldn't change a thing." He was beaming as he began to work her with long, solid strokes. Each time he hit bottom Rachael grunted and each time she did Philippe seemed to be spurred on to make the next trust just a bit more forceful. It didn't take long before he was pounding her ass just as hard and as fast as he could. That's when I let her go. "Rachael, you can cum now." It was if the words were the trigger. She immediately began to spasm and shake through a monster orgasm and as she was overcome Philippe decided to add a bit of a twist. The first shot actually took me by surprise as he began spanking her ass with a passion. Rachael reacted as well. With the first shot her orgasm leapt to a new level of intensity. With each of the following stokes I could almost see the sparks of raw energy spiking through her body. Her head was flailing wildly. Her spine was spasming with such force it looked like it might snap. Her cries had become so shrill it was almost painful to listen to. It reached a crescendo as her finger practically poked through the leather of the sofa and then she collapsed. She had just had the most intense orgasm of her young life and I was both impressed and just a bit jealous. Philippe hadn't cum yet. "Let's give her a few minutes to recover and then let's see if we can't have a bit more fun with her." He actually looked somewhat ridiculous standing over her unconscious form with his dick standing at attention as he tried to catch his breath. He finally spoke but the first few words came out in French. He caught himself quickly and started again. "That was the most intense sex I've ever had. At her best, my wife was never that good. Does she always cum like that?" "I think that was probably the most intense orgasm she's ever had. You did well. How about we bring her around and do her together. She's never had two cocks at the same time. If you'd like to take her ass again I'll take her pussy. I bet we can make her next orgasm even better." Given what I'd just witnessed I had no doubt the next orgasm would turn her into a vegetable for the rest of the day. At least I decided that would be a worthy goal. It was awhile before she started to stir again and when she did it still took time for her to recover her bearings. By the time she did I was stripped down and sitting next to her with my cock standing at attention. As this image registered in her consciousness she groaned a bit and in an exhausted voice she asked, "What would like me to do Master". "Sit on my cock." She moved slowly but deliberately until she had me buried in her dripping cunt. "Now, reach back and spread your ass open." She looked back and saw Philippe standing at the ready and this time she whispered, "Oh no". But, she did as told and spread herself open for him. Philippe wasted no time getting himself buried in her ass once again. This was the first time I had shared a women with another guy and feeling his cock through her cunt walls was a bit unsettling at first. That quickly changed as he began pumping her ass. The feeling of her cunt walls rippling along the length of my cock as he moved in and out of her ass was extraordinary. I didn't need to move a muscle and as he increased the speed and force of each thrust she began bouncing back and forth on my cock so the sensation was that much more intense. "Don't hold back. I want you to cum." She didn't need to be told twice. She began moaning in rhythm with Philippe's continuing assault on her ass and before long she let go again and this one never stopped. It just kept wracking her body with wave after wave of orgasm until she finally collapsed on top of me. That was when Philippe let loose and that was when I decided to make my own deposit as well. She was quaking with aftershocks as we filled her holes to the point of overflowing and by the time we had deposited the last drops she was unconscious again. She was not going to come to anytime soon. Descendant of Baccus Pt. 05 Philippe slowly withdrew his cock fro her ass and once he was clear I lifted her up, popped open the back door and carried her to the bed. I didn't let my cock leave her pussy until I'd laid her down on the bed and as I slipped free of her she twitched one last time. That was the last movement she made until it was time to call it a night. She was out for the better part of four hours. In the meantime Philippe and I got showered, dressed and on to the business at hand. It didn't take long for me to realize I had already solved one of his problems. He had been beaten down for so long by his wife that he had begun to have serious doubts about his masculinity. Today's activities had helped him realize he was just fine. It was the bitch that he was married to that was the problem. Having regained his confidence he was ready to run back and attack all of the issues impacting his businesses and he was confident he could and would succeed. That left us to talk about how he wanted to handle the real problem. Her name was Corrine. She was 32 and from the pictures he showed me she was very well maintained. She was also very high maintenance. Everything had to be first class with her. She couldn't buy anything off the rack even if the rack was full of top shelf designer wear. It was custom made or it was worthless. Even a simple thing like having her nails done was an event. Corrine would not be seen in a normal salon where she might spend 250 Francs to have a manicure. It was a top name salon and 1,000 Francs before she would consider the results acceptable. When things were going well and she was still acting like a reasonably loving wife Philippe endured these eccentricities without complaint. He described her as an excellent lover. She was always willing and drove him to heights of sexual pleasure he'd not experienced until he met her. She was also warm and charming with all of his friends and associates. When it came time to entertain, it was the parties she threw that everyone wanted to attend. She could warm an ice cube when she wanted to and that had made the difference between closing or losing deals on more that a few occasions. As he described it, she had been the perfect partner during the good times. That all changed when things started to get tough and the change in her came so quickly it made him dizzy just to think about it. She became a cold fish both in and out of bed. She threw temper tantrums often and always belittled his abilities. She went from professing undying love for him to calling him a worthless idiot with a limp dick. It didn't take long before she decided he should move to a separate bedroom and not much longer after that when she started suggesting she wanted a divorce. She was completely open about her intent to take him for all he was worth She had done such a good job of beating him into submission that he'd actually started doubting his own self worth and as each new problem arose he was less fit to deal with it. It really became a vicious cycle. With each new problem came more abuse and as the problems mounted his ability to deal with them continued to be eroded. With his confidence restored he would be just fine and today's activities had gone a long way to restoring that confidence. Now we needed to devise a strategy to eliminate the cancer that had started him down this destructive path. As we went through this history I found myself becoming more and more angry. Corrine was clearly a bitch straight from hell. I pictured myself taking her into my dungeon and not letting her out again until she had been completely reeducated. I would not feel the slightest bit of anxiety about loosing control with her. The training wouldn't give Philippe the wife he thought he had married but it would give him a wife he might have some fun with and he would certainly have far fewer headaches with the wife I'd return to him. "Philippe, let's cut to the chase. I've heard more than enough to understand where the source of your problem is. How you would like to deal with it is the only real question." He didn't take a second before he responded, "I want her dead". He was emphatic and as I probed his mind I found absolutely no doubt that this is exactly what he wanted. He wasn't interested in any other solution. "Philippe, you are running well beyond the bounds of what I can do for you. I can influence people in many ways but I cannot and will not kill people. I hope you weren't expecting me to kill your wife for you." That was exactly what he was hoping for. "I'm sorry if I gave you that impression. Please let me explain. I've thought about this quite a bit and the only real solution I can come up with is to have her dead. You see, if I divorce her she will get at least half of everything I own. I just can't stomach the thought of her owning half of everything my family has worked so hard to build. Given the way the courts work, that would happen regardless of who filed for divorce so I couldn't even push her to leave without suffering the same result. I've also thought about asking you to influence her to simply leave but that won't work either. I would still have to support her extravagant lifestyle and she could still decided later to go for the divorce. The only real way to permanently eliminate the problem is to bury her." He paused and it was clear he was about to get to the real point. "I was thinking you might influence her in a different way. If she were to commit suicide I would finally be free of her. Actually, it would be true poetic justice if she could be driven to that point. The best part is, instead of having to pay through the nose to be rid of her she'd be gone and I'd collect on her life insurance. With that cash I could undo most of the damage she's done over the last few years. I know it's a radical request but I just can't see a cleaner way to get beyond this." I was probing him throughout this little dissertation and found that he had truly weighed all the options and this was truly the only one that would absolutely resolve all of his problems. I was about to be placed in a very uncomfortable position. "Philippe, I understand what you're saying and the simplicity of your solution makes a lot of sense. I just don't know that I can help you with this. I have and my father was committed to helping people. As far as I know, we have never taken a case where the desired result is the death of anyone. Let me offer you an alternative and tell me if this wouldn't work just as well for you." I gathered my thoughts and formulated my argument. I wasn't sure it would work but I had to try. "What if I could remake your wife into a totally different person? What I mean is, what if I could turn her into your slave. She would be totally submissive. You would be able to use her in any way you wished. She would not be the woman you married but she would not be the bitch you have been living with either. She would also loose the will to seek divorce so you could live with peace of mind that your assets would remain intact. It would still be fairly radical and it would offer its own form of poetic justice. Just imagine seeing her bent over, tied down and begging for you to do as you wished with her." I really did like this image and this was something I could do for him and to her without hesitation. She really did deserve that much and more. He thought about it for a while and I probed as he mentally listed all the pros and cons of this solution. It was good to see him actually working through this. However this worked out I'd at least be comfortable knowing that we had weighed the alternatives intelligently and not emotionally. He was settling on a result. "I'm not sure that would work very well. You see if she's still around it will make things complicated. All those who have know her will wonder about the drastic change and that will raise far too many questions. Also, in my business I really need a woman that can help me entertain clients with style and class. Especially as a vintner, I need the kind of woman who can interact with people who are or at least believe themselves to be among the upper class. I don't see how Corrine can do that effectively if we turn her into a slave. If we strip her of her will I would imagine she would be little more than a puppet. I can't see how she could be an effective partner in that state. I do like the idea of a lifetime of payback for her actions. I'd love to see her submit and have her know exactly why she was submitting. I just don't know that I can afford that pleasure at this stage." Having been shown an alternative I found him starting to doubt that suicide was the right solution. He also had a conscience and driving his wife to kill herself if there was an alternative was not going to sit well with him. I was comforted knowing he had a conscience but was unsure how to counter his arguments against my solution. I was going to need time to think this through. Until then, maybe I could help him see how a properly trained slave might be able to meet his needs. "Let's think on this for a bit. When are you scheduled to head back?" "My flight is set for Tuesday night but I can extend if necessary. I really want to find some solution before I go back." He was in fact, desperate to find some solution. I could probably use that to my advantage. "Good. If you don't mind I like to send a visitor over to your hotel tonight. She is also one of my slaves. I'd like you to spend the weekend with her. Take her out. Do all of the things you might need to do with her if she were your wife. Use her as well. Imagine she's Corrine and you can abuse her the way she has abused you. I will instruct her to respond to you as her master. I will also send her over with enough equipment so you can treat her as Corrine will need to be treated. After you've had a few days with her we can talk again. One last thing; your emotions will be fighting for control. Please try to keep them in check. I need you to return my slave in one piece." I laughed a bit to lighten things up just a little. I was hoping that Savannah would show him how a balance could be struck between a truly submissive slave and a socially acceptable partner. I was confident Savannah could be both. I had no idea if Corrine could be but it was worth a try. I was sort of settling on the idea of trying to create this balance in Corrine and if I failed I could always revert to his original plan. "That sounds like it could be a fun way to pass the weekend. When do you want to get together again?" He was already flashing on images of how he might use my slave and he was getting pretty excited by these ideas. "Why don't you come to the house Sunday night for dinner. We can talk then and see if we can't reach some decisions. Also, if you need anything at all I will leave you with my home number. You can call at any time." With that set, I needed to get a few more details squared away and then get the hell out. This wound up being a far more tiring day than I had expected and I was looking forward to getting out of the office. I rang down for the car, walked Philippe out, and wished him a good weekend. My first session with my first real client had gone reasonably well and as I headed back up to my office I was felling pretty pleased with myself. I was remembering a line from an old movie "It's good to be the King". I decided it was good to be me. I woke Rachael and sent her off to relax for the weekend. She really looked like she was going to need the recovery time and I was pretty sure I wouldn't be needing her again until Monday. I also called home and gave Mom instructions on getting Savannah prepared for her weekend. She would be the one needing recovery time before too much longer. The last thing I did was arrange a car to take Savannah to the Hyatt later that night and then locked up and headed home. I still needed to head to Mac's house to fill her parents in. Kevin would be arriving tonight as well and I wanted to spend some time with him to catch up and help Annie and him to get off on the right foot. I suspected Carrie would be expressing some needs as well. I had not paid very much attention to her in the last few days. I might also need some recovery time before this weekend came to a close. Maybe being king is not all it cracked up to be. Descendant of Baccus Pt. 06 Chapter 6 Returning To The Womb I returned home late that morning feeling both refreshed and confused. I found my mother at the kitchen table reading the paper so I grabbed a cup of coffee, gave her a kiss hello, and joined her. "Mom, I really need your help. I've got so many things running through my head I can't think straight." One look at me and she knew this was important. She put her paper down. "Shoot and I'll do my best to help." I was already comforted just knowing I had her to turn to. "Jeez, I hardly know where to begin." I took a long drag on my coffee and figured I'd start with my sisters. "Well, to start with, there's Annie. She is really taken with Eric and I think if he proves to be half the man she thinks he is she would gladly marry him. Then there's Carrie. She is totally taken with me. Mom, she wants to have my baby. And now Savannah just got done telling me she wants to be my sex slave. I know I'm suppose to be able to deal with all this but I don't know where to start." I paused and took another draw on my coffee. "For instance, you said the women of the family always marry within the family. But I've read things about birth defects that happen when blood relatives have children. Does this happen in our family or are we somehow immune?" I wasn't giving her time to answer. Really, I was just venting. "And if we are immune does that mean I should give Carrie her wish and have a child with her? What about Annie, am I supposed to try to get her and Eric together? What if I don't agree and think there is someone better for her?" "On top of all this, I've been offered a slave and even if I wanted one I'm not sure I'd even know where to start. She expects me to train her to be my perfect slave. What the hell is a perfect slave?" "I feel like I'm drowning fast and still I'm having a great time. I just don't know where to go next. I need to sort things out and I need your help." I'd finally released it all and sat back feeling better already just for having laid out the questions. Mom took up the reins. "First things first. We don't have to worry about all the problems that come with a typical incestuous relationships and that includes the problems associated with making babies. Annie would be free to give Eric children and you are free to give Carrie a baby if you want." "You should take control of both your sisters. They are depending on you to help them choose the right husband. If you think Eric is right for Annie then help them get together. If you think she should be with someone else then lead her in that direction. She will respect your choice and will thank you for it." "Now, for Carrie. The only question here is do you want to have a child with her. Remember, the secret is to find a way to combine your desires with the desires of others. When you can do that successfully both of you will be fulfilled." "Finally, and this is the same answer I gave you for the Carrie issue, if you think you might be satisfied having a slave then take her and let your instincts decide how you use her. She's already told you that her only real desire is to be yours. If you want her then the answer is simple. Take her and just let things develop as you wish. Actually, this could be a good thing. You would have someone to focus all of your prurient desires on and that should leave you freer to work your skills with others where both must be pleased without a clear indication of how." "Now, I have a question for you. Do you want to have a child?" I read a sense of hope in her eyes. "The honest answer is I do but I'm not sure if I'm ready for it. I'm supposed to be going off to college in a few weeks. How am I going to help Carrie through her pregnancy if I'm not here? And then when the baby comes how wrapped up will I be and will I have the time it takes to be a good father? I really do want children but I won't risk having them if I'm not certain that I can be every bit as good as dad was with us." Her pride in me showed through once again. "I know you have doubts but believe me when I tell you, you are thinking like your father and all you really need to do is keep your mind engaged this way and you will do just fine. Whatever you decide will be ok and anytime you start feeling confused you have your sisters and me to help. We will always be here for you." Well there it was. I was not as fucked up as I thought and everything had a simple solution. Just think through both sides of the problem and the solution would be obvious. If I decided not to impregnate Carrie that would be ok. I just needed to let her down carefully. The same was true for Savannah. If I turned her offer down I could still play her little games and keep her and myself reasonably happy. Best of all, Mom reaffirmed that my head was working as it should and I really was in proper control. I rose, took her in my arms and hugged her warmly. She was and always would be my touchstone. Wait, what was this? I sensed a deep desire in her and I suddenly realized I had been ignoring her. Sure I was paying attention to her but only with those things that I needed her help to sort out. Mom wanted me and I suddenly flashed back on the party and my fleeting fantasy about being inside the pussy I came from. Our desires were in tune. I kissed her gently at first waiting for a response and her reaction was immediate. Her mouth opened and her tongue slid gently over my lips until I parted them to let her in. We quickly rose to a frenetic level as we explored each other's mouths and stoked our mutual desires but this was not the way I wanted her. I realized this was a fantasy and an important part of that fantasy was to take her in the bed where I had been conceived. "Let's go upstairs" I took her hand and led the way. When we got to her room I slowly turned and lock the door. I wasn't so much that I wanted the privacy but I sensed that this was one of dad's little quirks. I took her in my arms again and picked up where we left off but now I was trailing my hands down to her lovely ass. She was almost as firm as my sisters My cock was responding and as she felt my firmness pressed against her she began grinding her hips to increase the pressure. I broke away. I wanted to see her naked and part of my fantasy was to slowly strip her. I grabbed her tee shirt and eased it up as she raised her arms to assist. I guided it over her head, then drew it down over her arms and tossed it over on the chair near the bed. She was wearing a white lace bra with a small rose embroidered in the middle of the cups and the slightly sheer material allowed just the hint of her nipples and areolas to show through. I needed to uncover them and suckle them as I had when I was a baby. With light kisses covering her exposed skin I eased each strap off her shoulders and then reached behind and undid the clasp. I discovered I was pretty talented undoing bras with one hand and a quick snap of my fingers. As her bra fell away I caught it and tossed it over with her tee shirt. She had the fullest breast I had yet seen and while they did not defy gravity they sagged only slightly. Her nipples were distended to about a quarter inch long and about the same around. Her areolas were the color of light chocolate and fairly small and the rest of her skin was lightly tanned with tan lines that showed the outline of a bikini top that was slightly more modest than the one Carrie had worn at the party. I took both in my hands to test the weight and then leaned in to tease each nipple before I began feeding. I don't know how to explain just how erotic it was to suckle those breasts once again. I suddenly found myself wishing she were lactating. I really think I would have cum then and there had I drawn her milk once again. As it was, I was enjoying this tremendously and Mom began responding with light moans of pleasure. I traced every inch of her breasts with my lips and tongue and eventually found enough will power to draw myself away from those delicious globes and begin working my way south. Her belly was flat and firm and quivered just a bit as I traced kisses over and around her belly button and as I did this I undid the button on her jeans and slid the zipper down. The jeans fit her like a glove and sliding them down proved to be a task best accomplished one inch at a time until they slid over her hips and down her thighs. Her panties matched her bra and again the thin material provided just a hint of her bush and labia. I skipped over her life-delivering core and eased her pants off each leg and flung them over to join the rest of her clothes before I headed back up. I skipped over her pussy once again and rose to stand and as I did I spun her around. My kisses began to dance over her shoulders and back as I cupped her breasts from behind. She was squirming in response as I eased down again to devote appropriate attention to the ass I had been admiring as she danced with Jake. Her ass was every bit as enticing as I had imagined. She was firm and round. Her skin was smooth and lightly covered with very fine hairs that would have been unnoticeable without the proper light. The bottom of each ass cheek held firm so there was no hidden crease between each and her upper thigh. In short, she had the ass of a teenager. I moved her panties so they were set in her crack and showed my admiration for that fine piece of work by kissing every succulent centimeter. She reached back to stroke my hair as a sign of her appreciation and I took that as a sign that it was time to ease her out of her panties. They were moist and the scent that escaped with them was enthralling. I needed to taste her so I rose once again and eased her back to the bed. I guided her down gently so she was lying on the bed with her legs hanging off the side and dropped down to my knees. She had shaved her pussy clean with the exception of a small blonde v-shaped patch marking the proper direction. It was both sexy and totally unnecessary. Her labia were full, colored a deep pink and were moist with her juices. I reached in and spread her open a bit to find her inner labia and the hood of her clit and I was lost. I came out of this impossibly small hole to join the world and now I just wanted to climb right back in. I settled for a taste instead and then another and another until I was eating her pussy with feverish intensity. By the time her clit popped out to join the fun she was dripping and as I took that nubbin between my lips she grabbed my head and began grinding her pussy against my mouth and chin. She was moaning constantly as I worked her to the point of no return and finally she exploded in orgasm. She didn't shoot like Carrie but the volume of cum was no less impressive. It was dripping off my chin and running down the crack of her ass as she twisted and convulsed though one wave after another. I had wrapped my arms around each leg to hold on and I was loosing the battle. It was like trying to ride a wild bronco. I finally lost my grip and she literally jolted away from me and uttered the first words either of us had spoken thus far. "No more please. Too sensitive. Shocks. So good. Let me catch my breath." She was spitting these out in short, choppy exclamations and I was content to watch her slowly return from the peak I'd driven her to. I took the opportunity to strip off my clothes before joining her on the bed and gently stroking her hair until she was ready for more. I needed to be inside her and with no words needed I rolled on top of her and let my cock find its own way into her sexual core. I slid in with ease and her tightness immediately enveloped me in luxurious warmth. I started slowly. I really wanted this to last as long as possible and maybe even longer than that. I also began to realize another desire lurking somewhere deep in the back of my muddled brain. I wanted to make my mother pregnant. I wanted to watch her belly grow with our baby. I wanted to watch our child slide from the same pussy that I'd come from. I wanted to suckle from one life giving breast as our child suckled from the other. I must have been projecting. Mom looked up at me and said, "I'm not taking anything and it's the right time of the month. Let's make a baby." Now I was on a mission. I was time to make a baby and with that focus I began stroking with greater urgency, making sure I got as deep as I possibly could with each stroke. It didn't take much longer for either of us when I uttered the first words I'd spoken since we got to the bedroom. "Cum with me Mom." It was a hope more than a demand but it registered and as I stiffened and shot the first burst of cum deep in her womb she stiffened and began to succumb to her own orgasm. I don't know how long we were caught in the throes of orgasm but by the time I had deposited the last drops of cum deep inside her we both just collapsed. I held my cock deep inside her, not wanting a drop of cum to escape before the job was done. For her part, Mom held her vaginal muscles taught to fortify the seal. She started weeping gently and after a while she finally spoke. "When your dad and I conceived you we made love three time and he shot three loads of cum into my fertile womb. It would mean so much to me if we did the same thing. I can't imagine wanting anything more than to relive just a small piece of the time I spent with your father." She was crying intensely by now so I just held her and did my best to sooth her. When she finally quieted I said, "Close your eyes and just imagine I'm dad." I began moving inside her again and we kissed, and as we kissed I probed her mind to find out just what I needed to do to make this real for her. In her mind, she was replaying that day with dad so it became like following a script. Dad had her legs held high and was driving deeply into her as he came the second time. I slowly worked her into the same position and after about five minutes of this I was ready to deliver the second load of life giving cum. She sensed my pending eruption and grabbed my ass so she could pull me in tightly as I delivered the second dose. Again, I came in buckets. With her legs held high we had the added assistance of gravity as my sperm sought out her egg. Something inside told me this was the shot that found its mark but she wanted three and I wanted to deliver. I let her legs fall back down and lay with her again so we could both recover. I used the time to probe her mind. I wanted an advance look this time. When mom and dad had reached this point it was like the gates of hell had burst open. They went wild. Every possible position was employed and he even spent some time fucking her ass. I loved the intensity and intimacy of the first two rounds but I was really looking forward to the abandon of the next and my cock was obviously in agreement as it once again retuned to its full potential. I flipped mom over on her side and began working her again and once again, there was no need for words. I knew what she wanted and she knew I knew. She closed her eyes once again as she gave in to the memory and I flipped her over to take her from behind. It was in this position that I felt her building to a new orgasm so I reached around, grabbed her clit and pinched. That did the trick and she exploded. Before this one past it was time to take her ass. I quickly pulled my cock from her spasming cunt and drove it into her ass. With all the juices we had produced it slid in easily and the force of mom's orgasm seemed to double in intensity. I began pounding her forcefully and was almost ready to give in to my own orgasm before I pulled myself free. She moved with the agility of a cat trying to escape a bath. In a flash she had flipped around, pushed me over on my back and began giving my cock a tongue bath. It was heavenly and functional. I couldn't go back to her pussy with a shit streaked cock or she might get infected and that would ruin everything and she was determine to make this perfect. She cleaned every inch of my cock and balls and when she was satisfies she climbed on top and took me back into her sopping cunt. She rode with abandon until I was again close so I pulled her down on me and rolled her over. It only took a few more deep stokes and I was filling her once again and that was enough to trigger her final orgasm of the day. I had no doubt I was going to be a father. Mom had no doubt she was pregnant. We were both spent and it was a while before either of us spoke. Mom began. "Thank you Kenny. I don't know how to explain just how much I needed that. I've felt so empty since loosing your father. I mean, Jake is really nice and he's actually a decent lover but no one had touched me the way your father did. That's until now. I love you so much. Thank you." She was getting teary eyed again. "I love you too mom and I love the idea of having a baby with you. Being inside you like that and knowing you were going to get pregnant was the most erotic experience yet. I'm the one who should be saying thank you." As I spoke the words I also reached another decision. "Mom, I've decided to give Carrie a baby as well. It's the perfect time. You can both help each other through the pregnancy and the children will have each other as they grow up. I'll manage around my college schedule." It was oddly comforting to have made this decision. Despite all that it would mean to our lives I was certain this was the right thing to do. "Kenny, there's something else I need to explain to you. You've already realized you are smarter than average. What you haven't realized yet is there is no need for you to attend college. You would actually do better on your own just concentrating on those things you want to learn and then applying that knowledge, as you would like. That is the way all of the men in our family have achieved their goals. If you want to go to college for the experience that's fine but it's not necessary." This was a real shocker. I'd grown up thinking that the hopes of my parents were like those of most parents I knew. Your children grew up and went off to college so they could be truly successful in life. I had been so focused on achieving that goal that having it suddenly described as unnecessary was bewildering. "I'm confused mom. Dad had diplomas from Harvard and MIT. How did he get them if he didn't go to college and why did he have them?" "Your father earned those diplomas the same way you can if you wish. He decided others would feel more comfortable if they saw these hanging on his office wall so he went to each of those universities and tested in all the required course areas to proved he had the necessary command of the subject. The schools granted him credits based on these results and awarded him diplomas that were as valid as any issued to common students. No college offered diplomas on this basis until your father convince Harvard and MIT that this was a valid way to promote higher education. Now almost all offer life-experience credits and charge handsomely for them. The student and the college wins and you can too if you want to take this approach." I was still a little stunned but the reality of this was beginning to sink in. I could define my own structure and direction without the strict mandates set down by any university and I would be at least as successful. That would also leave me free to help both mom and Carrie through pregnancy and insure I was around to help raise our children. While I was digesting this new twist mom decided it was time to drop one more bomb. "There's one more thing you need to know. We are, or I should say, you are wealthy. We don't flaunt it but we have all the money you could possibly need. Your father left it to you and if you are smart about managing it, it will be all your children will ever need. This house if fully paid for as it the lake house and the cars. Part of your inheritance also includes houses in France, Italy Switzerland, England, Australia, Honk Kong and Brazil. Your father's business was transferred to you as well and there are a number of bank and investment accounts in each of the countries where you own property. You will need to spend a fair amount of time learning about all the things in your portfolio. I really don't know how much all of it is worth but it is a significant amount. Until now, your uncle Steve has managed it. He's been managing the business as well. You should go to the office tomorrow and talk with him about how best to transfer all of the management to you. Descendant of Baccus Pt. 06 I wavered between overwhelmed and overjoyed for just a brief moment when I finally decided overjoyed was the right state of mind. I was free to do as I wished. I was free not to go to a university and assured that I would be just as successful if I chose to stay away. I was wealthy and that wealth would provide additional freedoms must folks only dream of. Simply stated, I was free to live like a god. The only real challenge I was going to face was keeping my head screwed on straight. Descendant of Baccus Pt. 07 Chapter 7 Controlling My Empire I went to visit my uncle the following day and began to discover the full extent of my empire. Beside the consulting business my father had built there were various other businesses he had inherited or earned an interest in and all were operating profitably. I had accounts in all the places mom mentioned and several others as well so my holdings were widely dispersed. The combined businesses employed over 15,000 people in several countries and dad had left plans for several expansion projects that would nearly double the staff count. The businesses included construction, product manufacturing, a health care network and 2 banks. I also owned an island that was independent of any country's jurisdiction. It was located at the southern end of the chain of islands that make up Indonesia. My grandfather had bought the island from the Indonesian government decades ago and it was currently maintained as a wildlife sanctuary and was generating income through Eco-tourism. All told, my net worth was in excess of fifty billion dollars. Dad had been drawing a meager salary of $250,000 per year and had left instructions through Uncle Steve to continue paying me that same amount in the event of his death. As a result and given the fact that I was not spending any of it, I had cash in the bank of about $750,000 dollars. This was small change given what I was learning. Mom had been drawing on a trust dad had set up in the event that he died and I was either dead or incapacitated. Now that I was back on my feet and ready to take the reins that trust would revert to me and I would assume responsibility for the family's financial support. Dad's primary work was to provide consulting services to all sorts of folks who wanted to learn how to be more successful in their lives. Uncle Steve handed me a note Dad had left asking me to assume his role. He explained that with our unique talents we could offer advise and guidance that was unparalleled and thought I would find the work as fulfilling as he had. He also explained the fee structure and this helped clarify how we now controlled such a diverse empire. Basically, everyone dad helped provided a financial interest in his or her future. He was paid in equity rather than cash. I knew I wanted to work and this work seemed as good as any at this point. Beside, if dad found it fulfilling I truly expected I would too. I spent the rest of the day getting settled into dad's old office; actually, my new office and getting acquainted with several members of the senior staff and our client list. The office was actually two rooms with a private bath. The primary room was more like a comfortable living room with two large leather sofas facing each other and a simple oak and glass coffee table in the center. The floors were set in a herringbone pattern of oak in various shades and a Persian carpet woven in rich shades of red and gold covered the majority of this. The lighting was subdued but sufficient for the space. One wall of the office was a floor-to-ceiling window that was dressed in both a sheer and a heavy set of drapes. The heavy set was done in rich velvet that mirrored the colors of the carpet. In the far corner was a small bar with a couple of leather stools and behind the bar stood a huge tank with fresh-water fish. The overall ambience was one of understated comfort that made me feel immediately at home. The second room had much the same feel but this was set with a large oak desk as its centerpiece. Again there was a wall of windows while the other three walls were covered by bookshelves that were fully stacked. I took a quick inventory of the books and found that they ran a gamut from casual fiction to business and psychology texts. I had a feeling this collection was going to provide all the education I would require. I sat behind the desk and tried to get a sense of how dad felt in this position. The clearest image I conjured was a man who was humbled by the power he wielded on a daily basis. Given how destructive power can be it seemed that maintaining a humble disposition was the best defense I could mount and I knew it was a defense I would have to become dedicated to maintaining. I would do my father proud or die trying. I began rummaging through his desk and found all the typical paraphernalia until I got to the last draw. In this space was a control panel with a touch screen and monitor that made it look like a TV remote control on steroids. I found the power button, pressed it and this compact beast came to life. It didn't take long to discover that one of its functions was to monitor the security cameras in several locations around the building. I played a bit until I was satisfied that I had accessed all of the monitoring points before moving on to the other controls. That's when I got stuck. I hit a control that was labeled "Access Points" and was prompted for a password. I had no idea what that would be or at least, I didn't think so. But, then it came to me. I don't know where it came from but I immediately began entering a series of ten numbers and suddenly the display changed to reveal a series of 4 door shaped icons. I began testing each. The first opened a panel on the surface of the desk and a computer popped up to fill the space. It was lit with a mirror of the display I was toying with. For the time being, I stuck with the remote. The second icon opened a panel in the bookshelf behind the desk that was filled with file folders. A quick look at these revealed that these were clients with very well know names. Each folder had a description of the services dad had provided, recommendations for additional services and most importantly, what form of payment had been promised by each client. Many of these clients had paid with an equity interest in their companies and I recognized most of these as part of the list Uncle Steve had shared. There were a couple not on that list, including a chain of bordellos in Australia and a ranch of some sort in Argentina. I was not yet sure why there were holdings that did not appear on Uncle Steve's list. I'd have to look into that later. I guess dad kept these secured to guard client privacy. . The third access point revealed a similar panel, also filled with file folders. I didn't recognize any of these names so I began going through the first few before I realized these were all women dad was having sex with. Each folder had the woman's details and a description of her likes and dislikes. Dad had also included notes about what he liked and disliked most about each. I spent quite a while going through these and it proved to be very interesting reading. The most interesting part was a discovery that dad had several slaves. Apparently all had offered themselves freely and each had been willed to another master when he died. In each of these folders was a detailed description of the training he had put them through and, like a report card, each was scored on how well they had learned what was required of them. He had also characterized them by type. There were domestic slaves, office slaves and sex slaves. I also discovered one category labeled toilet slave that was particularly strange. It mainly involved urine; he called it golden showers, and the two women in this category seemed to be among the first he had trained. He was sexually active with all his slaves but it was the sex slave's role to please him and others while the remaining slaves where there for his pleasure alone. In the folders of the four sex slaves he included a list of all the folks he had demanded the slave service and each of the serviced individuals had also given the performance a score. When scores were sub-par he listed the various punishments each had endured. I noticed several matches between the list of his clients and the list of those serviced. I discovered a total of 14 slaves from ages 18 to 36. His first slave was taken when he was 20 and the last joined him a year before his death. As I studied these I knew I could and would enslave Savannah and now I was getting some sense of how I would train her and what I would train her for. The final access point revealed a hidden door in the bookshelf that was situated between the two file panels. This office had much more than I had expected. I entered into a bedroom that was perfectly matched in decor with the lounge. Its focal point was a huge circular bed in the center that was set on a carpeted platform. It appeared that the platform was cushioned so falling off this monster would be more fun than painful. There were three doors offset in each of the three interior walls. The first led to a large bath done in marble with bronze fittings. It was the first and only space that was ostentatious. It included a toilet and bidet, a glass-enclosed shower stall and a very large whirlpool bath. The marble counter had a pair of matching sinks set into it and a full wall of mirrors backed it. The second door led to a large closet and dressing area. The racks were filled with suits and the draws were filled with everything else my dad could possibly need. I gave one of his suit jackets a quick try and realized I had grown so that it fit just about perfectly. It was a somewhat unsettling revelation. The final door led to a chamber that looked like a mirror image of the chamber in Savannah's basement. The only real difference is it was larger and had a more complex set of mechanisms to bind a person. This was obviously where dad had trained his slaves. Thinking back to the files on his slaves and the training he put them through I began examining the equipment and imagining how it was and would be used. I was getting hard as I began to picture Savannah bound and being whipped. I was definitely going to have fun here. I left this space and returned to the desk. There would be plenty of time to fully explore this private space. For now, I needed to focus on the business and how I was going to assume the reins. I found everything I needed to know on the computer and it was nearly 10 at night when I finally looked up and realized I was starving. I grabbed some things I wanted to review at home and left the office only to find a young, smartly dressed, secretary sitting at the desk outside my door. "Good evening Mr. Marcus." She was eerily cheerful for this time of night. "My name is Rachel Anderson and I have been assigned as your secretary until you can find someone more to your liking." I liked what I saw so far. She had red hair the color of a rich burgundy that was cut neatly across her shoulders and brushed back from her forehead. Her eyes were honey colored and seemed almost Asian in shape. Her breasts were not particularly large but they did seem to fill her blouse nicely. If the lower half was in tune with the upper half she was a fine specimen of a woman. "How long have you been here Rachel?" I suspected she was sitting here since shortly after I had entered late that morning. "I arrived at 10 this morning. I was told not to disturb you and also to be sure no one else disturbed you." She seemed almost apologetic for having spent the day basically idle. "What are your normal working hours?" Since she was here at this hour I suspected she had no set schedule. "My hours are flexible. I will be here whenever you are." I suddenly wondered if this might have been one of the office slaves dad had trained but I didn't remember seeing her name in any of the files. She also looked a bit young given the fact that dad was gone 3 years now. I decided I didn't need to get home just yet. "Come into the office and let's talk a bit." I turned and led the way. I sat on the couch and motioned her to join me. She sat demurely at my side with her legs held closed and her hands resting on her lap. She had set herself at the edge of the couch with her back held perfectly straight. There was something about the overall image that just screamed, "I'm submissive". I liked it. "How old are you?" "I'm 20 years old sir." "And, how long have you worked here?" "I started last week as your personal secretary. I've been told the position may be temporary." She was transmitting a clear hope that it wouldn't be. "And what did they say you would be doing as my personal secretary?" I purposely emphasized "personal" trying to gauge how she would respond. "I will do anything you ask. I've been told that my job is to insure you have everything you need or want and to help manage your office. I'll need you to tell me how best to do that." I was looking beyond her words and knew she really meant what she was saying and fully expected me to use her completely. In fact, she was hoping I would use her completely. I also discovered an interesting fact. Her mother had been dad's secretary and one of his office slaves. Now I remembered the family name. Her mom was one of the more difficult training cases. "I believe I can do the job well once I have a better understanding of what you will require. I just completed my bachelor's degree at Tennessee State with majors in business management and financial accounting. I graduated at the top of my class with a lot of hard work. I am prepared to sit for my accounting exams if you wish me to and I will work just as hard for you." This all sounded real good to me. "We'll let's start with a simple task. I'm starving and I'm guessing you are too. Go to the kitchen and fix us a few sandwiches and a salad." I waited for the right response. "What type of sandwich would you like Sir." That was the right response. "Anything will do." She left quickly and I settled back into a daydream of how I was going to use her once my belly was satisfied. It didn't take long for her to return and I was hard when she did. She had made a selection of sandwiches with various cold cuts and tuna. She also made the salad I asked for and had brought a number of dressings along since she was uncertain what my tastes would be. I grabbed a few cokes from the bar and invited her to dig in with me. She ate like a bird while I devoured 2 sandwiches and a large helping of salad. By the time I was done she had managed to consume half a tuna sandwich and a small helping of the salad, which she ate with no dressing. I later learned she was weight conscious and was always careful about what and how much she ate. I liked that about her. Now that I'd satisfied my belly I was ready to focus on my more primal urges. I had been probing her mind throughout the meal and I learned that she wanted to be taken. She could be embarrassed but she would work through the embarrassment to answer any question or perform any act I required. I decided to test her limits. "Clear this up and come back quickly." It was a clear demand that she immediately responded to with a simple "Yes Sir". Everything was back on the tray and she was out of the office in an instant and only a few minutes later she returned. She stopped short of the couch waiting for my next command. "I am going to ask you a series of questions that will help determine if I keep you on or not. You are to answer them completely and with total honesty. Do you understand?" "Yes Sir, I do." was her simple and calmly stated response. "Are you aware that your mother was one of my father's slaves?" I wanted to hit her hard right from the start. She didn't hesitate. "Yes Sir, I am. She told me when I turned 18 and your father had already passed away. She was very happy with him and her role." "Are you aware of the training she endured to achieve that position?" I wondered how much she really knew and how much she was willing to relate. "She described her training as very demanding and often involving both mental and physical punishment until she had learned what was required of her." There wasn't much detail there but the answer was delivered in a forthright manner. I probed and found that she knew more detail than she was sharing. "You have just taken a step closer to being replaced. I want complete and honest answers or this is all just a waste of time. Now once again, did your mom make you aware of the type of training she endured?" My tone left no doubt about my dissatisfaction and her thoughts registered this fact with absolute clarity. "I'm sorry sir. She described being punished in a number of ways. She explained that she was often bound and beaten with various implements. She described the beatings as being almost as painful as giving birth. She was also made to beg for forgiveness and was treated like a dog when your father decided it was necessary. She explained that she was often to willful for her own good and your father had to spend a great deal of time breaking her of that will. He required her to service his sexual desires and she was also beaten on a number of occasions when she failed to perform adequately. She did describe one particular instance when she was required to service him orally but chocked and vomited when his penis entered her throat. She was made to lick the mess clean. I believe that happened here in this office. On one other occasion a client complained that she was disrespectful to him during a phone call. In this case, she was bound to some sort of rack and whipped by your father and then by the offended client. Those are the stories I remember. I'm sorry but I may have forgotten others." She had shared all that she remembered. "That's better. Now tell me, how did she describe how she felt about her role?" "She always said she was never more happy than she was once she finally learned how to be a proper slave. She described it as liberating which seemed a little odd to me. What she described was a feeling of freedom that came from knowing all she had to do was make your father happy and everything else in her life would take care of itself. I've studied quite a bit on this subject and I think I now understand what she felt. I guess it can be liberating when all of life's little problems are boiled down to a single requirement; satisfy your master and you will achieve satisfaction." She really meant what she had said and a more in-depth probe revealed what I had suspected. Her studies had convinced her that she wanted to be mastered and was hoping I would master her. I wanted to hear her say it. "I want a simple yes or no answer to these next questions and you had better answer without hesitation if I'm to believe you." I paused for effect. "Do you want to be my slave?" "Yes." There was no hesitation at all. "Are you prepared to undergo the necessary training?" "Yes." "Are you prepared to be owned by me?" "Yes, I am." She realized her error immediately and gasped. "I said yes or no. What part of that did you not understand?" She hung her head and said, "I sorry. I just wanted to be clear." "You were perfectly clear. Now yes or no, are you prepared to be owned by me?" "Yes." "And are you prepared to undergo the necessary training?" "Yes." "Do you understand that once I agree to accept you as my slave there will be no turning back? I will own you and there will be no chance of escaping my ownership." "Yes." "Be careful now. I want you to be sure you understand what I'm saying. Your life will be mine. You will do nothing without my permission. You will go nowhere without my permission. You will have neither lovers nor friends unless I provide them. You will be mine to do with as I please 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. If you say yes that's the end of your life, as you know it. I will redefine your life to suit my needs. Now, is this what you want?" "Yes." This response was as emphatic as the others but there was a certain tone of resignation in her voice that made me wonder. Was this really what she wanted or just what she thought she wanted? It was time for a test and she had earned her first punishment with her earlier lapse. Descendant of Baccus Pt. 07 "Well then, let's see if you're willing to accept the consequences of your decision. Go to my desk. In the top left-hand draw you'll find a large wooden ruler. Bring it here." She moved purposefully and returned with the implement of her punishment. By the way, I almost forgot to mention, her lower body was perfectly matched to her upper half. Seeing her naked and fucking the shit out of her would have been fun enough. Delivering a bit of abuse was the icing on the cake. "What are you wearing under your skirt? "Panties sir." "Remove them and hand them to me." She reached under her skirt and without revealing anything more than thigh she handed me a pair of aquamarine colored lace panties. They were warm and moist. Her scent was subtle. "You're wet aren't you?" "Yes sir." She was clearly embarrassed but did not hesitate to answer. I shifted to the edge of the couch. "Lift your skirt and lay here." I indicated my lap and she moved into position quickly. Her ass was almost perfect. It was firm and round and had a small dimple where both cheeks met at the top. Its only flaw was a small almond shaped beauty mark on her right cheek. Some may have thought it was cute but I thought it took something away from her otherwise milky white skin. "For your failure to adhere to my instructions you will receive ten slaps on each cheek. You will apologize to failing to adhere to my instructions after each. If you fail to do so promptly and sincerely I will start again from one. Do you understand?" "Yes sir." There was a slight quiver in her voice. "One more thing; when we are alone you will refer to me as Master. In the company of others you are required to call me Sir. When we are in any part of this private space, regardless of who may be with us, you will also refer to me as Master. Do you understand?" "Yes Master." The quiver was more pronounced this time and as I probed her mind I discovered her only fear was that others would become aware of her role. She thought of this as a very private circumstance and hoped it would always be that way. I made a mental note to use this against her. After all, she wanted to be mastered and that role would clearly have to trump any other desire she might have. I contemplated starting her off with a few gentle swats but as I pulled my hand back to deliver the first blow I noticed her tighten up and that sparked something in me I'd not realized was there before now. I was going to enjoy giving her a bit of pain. Nothing that was going to leave permanent marks of course, but pain that would be seared into her brain quite indelibly. The sound of the first shot as it made contact with her right cheek even made me flinch. A violent splash of red immediately took shape and her voice rang out, "I'm sorry Master." The second rap struck her left cheek with equal force and raised a new stripe of crimson to match the first and her voice rang out again, "Sorry Master". By the time I reached the count of five for each cheek she was sobbing her apologies and I was hard as a rock. I continued to beat her mercilessly until I had delivered 9 to each cheek and she was crying loudly and forcing her apologies out. I was determined to make her scream the last apologies out so with all the force I could muster I delivered the tenth blow to her royally abused right cheek. I got my wish as she screamed and almost lost it. I'm not sure how but she managed to voice one more apology. I drew on my reserves for the last blow and she screamed again and I thought I had her. It almost looked like the pain was going to overwhelm her and just as I was getting revved up about another round of punishment she barely whispered, "I'm sorry Master." I was disappointed and elated all at the same time as I pushed her roughly off my lap and to the floor. As she lay face down on the carpet sobbing I placed my shoe on her head and said, "That was only a taste of the punishment you will endure when you fail to please me. Remember it well and let's see how long you can avoid another round. Now get yourself together. You have work to do." I have to admit, she was a pretty pathetic site and I was having a few pangs of remorse as she worked herself up to her knees and pulled a handkerchief from her skirt pocket to dry her eyes. Her ass was fiery red and must have hurt like hell. I would have to be careful in the future not to go to far. I really didn't want to leave permanent marks on her lovely skin if I could avoid it and I did come very close to loosing control. I would have to learn to set limits for myself or I could easily wind up killing someone. This all raced through my brain as she regained control and was waiting for my next instructions. All I needed to do was decide where I wanted to stick my cock first. I decided to let her guide my decision. "I assume you're not a virgin. Am I right?" "You are right Master." "Do you consider yourself to be sexually skilled?" "I think I am but I'm sure I have a lot to learn." Now that was a horribly safe answer. I decided to corner her. "What do you consider your best sexual skill?" "I believe my oral skills are the best." That was too reserved for my tastes. "You mean you think you give great head?" I wanted her to be blatant about. "Yes Master, I've been told I'm good at giving head." "Do you swallow or spit?" The answer really didn't matter. She would be swallowing unless I decided to cum somewhere else. "If he cums in my mouth I swallow Master." That was an interesting way to phrase her answer. "Can you deep-throat." She blushed a little. "Sometimes Master. If the penis, I mean cock, is very big I can't always get it all the way down." She was beginning to get the idea. "Well then slave, get your freshly spanked ass over here and show me how well you suck dick and let's see if you can swallow my rod." She moved with purpose and expertise. In a flash my pant were around my knees and my cock was being treated to a flurry of delicate kisses along its entire length. This progressed to long lollipop like licks around the head and back down to the base until I was nearly paralyzed with the pleasure she was delivering. She moved down to my balls and lavished each with warm kisses before drawing each into her hot mouth so she could tease them with her tongue and then she slid down and began teasing perineum. I began digging my nails into my palms to offset the pleasure or I was going to explode long before I wanted. Now she moved back up the length of my dick and finally took the head in her mouth. By the way, I consider myself about average at just under seven inches long and about 2 inches thick so I fully expected her to deep-throat me and a quick probe told me she was feeling fairly confident about her ability to accomplish this. She worked my cock slowly, taking me deeper with each stroke as she held me at the base. It was delicious. Her mouth was steaming hot, her tongue was perpetually active and her hand was following each stoke to insure my full length was being attended to. I had to use the nails-in-the-palm trick again. She seemed to sense this and changed tactics once again. She took my cock from her mouth and began working her way down to my balls once again but this time she didn't stop. She grabbed one leg and with more strength than she appeared to have, she lifted it up toward my chest. Her other hand spread my ass open and the next thing I knew her tongue was probing my back door. Now this was truly special and had the added benefit of easing the pressure I was feeling to cum. So far she was getting a perfect score. There was only one test left and she started to work her way back up to her final exam. This time she kept her hands away as she captured my cock in her mouth. She began to work it in again and each stoke allowed a little more of my dick to disappear into that exquisite mouth. When I felt the back of her throat she stopped and held me in place. She seemed to be getting herself psyched for the final plunge. She pulled back once again until she had just the head in her mouth, then took a deep breath and then drove down. She stopped when her nose bounced against my crotch and she held it there. This was proving to be the best blowjob yet and I forgot about trying to hold out any longer. Again she seemed to sense this and began to stroke my full length with fervor and almost before I knew what was happening I blew my load down her silky tight throat and kept on shooting until I began to get dizzy. I was actually near to passing out when she finally eased up and sucked the last few drops from me. I needed water and some rest before I moved on. She looked up at me waiting for a sign of approval but I just shooed her off to get some water. She definitely earned some brownie points with her performance but I wasn't prepared to let her know that just yet. Keeping her off balance for a while seemed like the better plan. I drank two glasses of water before I felt whole again and could once again concentrate on my beautiful new slave. It was time to see her naked. "Stand up and strip." I was a simple command and she followed it without hesitation. She was not as well endowed as mom or my sisters. Her breasts were b-cups at best and probably a 34. They were firm however and seemed well suited to her body. Her nipples were also a bit small and her areolas very lightly colored so they hardly stood out from the rest of the breast. Like her ass, her breasts were milky white but these were free of any birthmarks or freckles. Her stomach was flat and firm and her abs were well defined. She obviously spent time working out as her legs were also nicely toned. At 5 foot 5, she was not statuesque but still presented a very enticing total package. Rachel also had a totally shaved pussy. This was a first for me and I decided I really liked the effect. Her pussy was small and puffy with labia that were slightly red and fully closed to conceal her inner treasure. I would have to spend some time eating that pussy but not now. For now, I was focused on using her. Sharing with her might come later. She wore very little makeup and I found that pleasing. Much more than what she had applied would have spoiled the clean and innocent look she was presenting. The only bit of splash she had applied was with the deep red nail polish she had applied to both her fingers and toes. The color choice is what made this interesting. It was like a subtle sign of a repressed sexuality I was determined to bring to the surface. "Do you masturbate?" My cock was beginning to stir again. "Yes Master." "Show me." She was embarrassed and a quick probe told me this was one more thing she thought of as completely private. She would learn soon enough that she had no privacy left. She complied quickly. One hand moved to her tits while the other moved between her legs, which she had parted slightly. Her fingers danced over the outside of her pussy for a few minutes before she parted her lips with a single finger and began gently rubbing the hood of her clit. She was still working her tits as her clit began to poke its head out. She had a remarkable clit. Fully excited, it stood out a good half inch and was almost as think as her pinky. It was definitely the largest clit I'd seen and once it was fully extended she began focusing her attention on that trigger until I was certain she was about to cum. "Stop now", I demanded and she did with a sigh of frustration. "You will not cum without my permission. That rule stands whether you are with me or not. If you do I will punish you severely. Now tell me, when you masturbate do you slip your fingers into your pussy?" "No Master. Normally I just concentrate on my clit." Her embarrassment seemed to be subsiding a bit and a quick look inside her head told me her need to cum was overriding her shyness. "I want to see you finger fuck your pussy. Do it now!" Her hand slipped back down and her middle finger quickly disappeared into her cunt. I had my first real look beyond her outer labia and she was clearly wet. She began working that finger in and out of her cunt when I demanded she add a second and then a third. She was getting close again. "Stop now." This time she nearly growled with frustration. "Have you been fucked up the ass?" She turned red again. "Yes Master but not often. It always seems to hurt and I can't seem to relax." She sounded apologetic. "We'll have to work on that. For now, turn around, bend over and finger you ass." She hesitated for just the slightest moment but did as she was told. Her ass was still fiery red. She was having a hard time getting her index finger inserted. If she was really that tight I was going to have a great time fucking that hole. Once she got it past her sphincter and started to appear more at ease I demanded she add a second finger. Again, she had to work hard to get it in and she was moaning slightly from what I discovered was discomfort rather than pleasure. That was fine with me. "I want to see three fingers fucking your ass. Do it now!" I slight squeak issued from her as she began to work the third finger up her ass. "Now, fuck your ass and don't stop until I tell you to. Use your other hand to work your pussy. Make it three fingers as well and remember, you don't have permission to cum." Her obedience was complete and before long she was working each hole vigorously and fighting for control at the same time. She was obviously going to cum whether she wanted to or not and half of me was tempted to let her so I would have an excuse to punish her some more. The other half just wanted to fuck the shit out of her and leave punishment for future enjoyment. That's the half that won out. "Stop now!" The pathetic sound that issued forth was reward enough for me and punishment enough for her. She was on a hair trigger. I rose from the couch and ordered her to kneel where I had been sitting. I spread her ass and spit directly into her slightly opened asshole to get some lubrication and then rammed my cock up her ass with absolutely no ceremony. She squealed like a stuck pig. She was by far the tightest ass yet. So tight in fact, it almost hurt but that wasn't going to stop me. I immediately began pounding her as best I could. Each time I withdrew her ass muscles helped and each time I pressed forward those same muscles fought back. The friction was building and so was my impending orgasm. Rachel was crying and grunting with each thrust and was no longer on the edge of orgasm. The pain was overriding all of her pleasure receptors. That needed to change. "Finger your cunt bitch. I'm not going to stop banging your ass until you cum." I hoped that would provide the incentive she needed. There was no hesitation this time. She immediately went to work on her clit and before long her cries of pain had been replaced with the distinct sounds of her pending orgasm. I spit again to get some lubrication on my cock and redoubled my efforts to fuck her silly. I was still not close and she was just about ready to explode. I decided I needed to slow her down. I could have simply told her to stop frigging her cunt but I decide to try something different this time. I entered her mind and tried to push her orgasm back. It wasn't working so I increased my level of concentration and dug more deeply into her brain. Finally, I found the pleasure center and began trying to work it down from its current peak. Again, I had to concentrate more intensely and this was starting to have an effect on my own orgasm. The harder I worked to push her back from the edge the more my own orgasm retreated. I needed to change tactics. I dug into my own mind to find a way to compartmentalize and separate these two efforts and much to my surprise I found I could focus on both pleasure centers simultaneously. I was thrilled with this discovery and now worked to hold her orgasm at bay while I refocused on achieving mine. She was crying in frustration and working her clit so hard I thought she might rip it right out when I finally felt myself reaching the point of no return. Now that I was there it was time to release her and the second I did she exploded. The scream she let out sounded more like the roar of a lioness as she began to convulse in orgasm. She was cumming with such force I almost lost my grip and that was when I finally let go. I love the sight of my cum being pushed out around my cock and this load was so huge copious amounts of cum were now oozing from her ass. I made sure I'd worked the last few drops out and then pushed her away like a used rag. She fell forward, drew herself into a ball and started to cry uncontrollably. "Why the fuck are you crying?" It took some time for her to finally mouth the words and even then they came in a staccato beat between her sobs and sniffles. "I've never cum that hard Master. What did you do to me? I thought I was going to die if I didn't cum and I just couldn't get there. God, I was so close for so long. It was torture Master." "I did exactly as I pleased and from now on I will continue to use you as I please. I control when and if you cum. Please me and I might let you orgasm. Fail to please me and I might just let you die trying. From now on you are my bitch. Now, go get yourself cleaned up and go home. I want you back here at 9. Also, you are not allowed to wear panties and you are never to wear pants in my company. I want easy access to your cunt and ass. You will keep your pussy shaved and smooth. One more thing; we need to get your miserable ass to loosen up a bit. You will go out at lunch tomorrow and buy a dildo that is slightly larger than my cock. Every morning when you wake you will fuck yourself in the ass with that dildo. You will do this for no less than a half hour and you will not cum. Do you understand?" "Yes Master." Her voice left no doubt that she had been left weak from our efforts and that was further confirmed as she struggled to get to her feet. "Good. Now get the fuck out of here!" She turned to collect her clothes and was about to get dressed. "I thought I told you to get the fuck out of here. You can dress outside. Tomorrow I'll give you another lesson in obedience. Now, get out." She sheepishly turned and headed out the door with her clothes in hand. I sat back and reflected on my first experience as a slave master and was not entirely comfortable with how I'd performed. I needed to find better balance between driving my slave to submission and providing reward as an incentive. I guess I would need as much training as my slaves. Oh well, nothing good in life comes without a price and this price was going to be willingly paid. I liked being a master and would enjoy it even more once I'd mastered this art form. Descendant of Baccus Pt. 08 Chapter 8 Marriage, Babies & Slave Training By the time I got home that night it was 2:00 AM and I really expected everyone to be sound asleep. The house was quiet when I arrived so I grabbed a soda from the fridge and headed up to my room. Not everyone was sleeping. There was Carrie sitting on my bed watching TV. She looked so sweet laying there in her oversized tee shirt. I went to her and kissed her warmly as any lover would do. "What are you doning here? I figured everyone would be soundly sleeping by now." She was chipper. "I wanted to talk to you and I really wasn't very tired. Would it be ok if we talked a bit?" "Sure, but let me take a quick shower first." I needed to clean away the sweat generated by my adventure with Racheal. I could have showered before leaving the office but everything was so new to me I actually forgot it was there. The shower was just what I needed and by the time I got back to Carrie I was feeling a bit tired but comfortably refreshed. I climbed into bed next to her and kissed her once more. "Now we can talk. What's on your mind little sister?" "Well, its kind of embarrassing but I've had this fantasy for almost as long as I can remember and I was hoping maybe you would help me with it." The wild woman who had fucked me with such abandon just a few days ago now looked like a total innocent as she worked up the courage to explain her fantasy. "Kenny, you know I love you with all my heart. I can't imagine ever loving someone as much as I love you. I'm at an age where I should be thinking about relationships and husbands and maybe children but I really can't imagine finding anyone I would want to spend my life with. That is, no one that would come close to you." She paused to screw her courage up one more notch. "Kenny, I want to be with you. I want to be much more than just your little sister. I want to be your wife. I want to have babies with you and grow old with you and share the resrt of my life with you." She paused one more time and a wave of relife seemed to wash over her. "There, I said it." She was truly releived. "Hey Sis, there's no need to be embarrassed. I kind of guessed this was what you wanted. Remember, I can see inside your head when I want to. I've already been giving this a lot of thought and was planning to talk to you about it as soon as we had a chance. So, let me explain what I've been thinking." "First, I would love to make babies with you. I love you very much and I know now that we would make excellent parents." I hardly got the last words out when she jumped on me and hugged me with all her might. "Hang on. There's a but here that you need to hear." She suddenly looked worried. "We really can't be officially married, at least not here in the States so you being my wife would have to be kept a secret shared with the family alone." She perked up again. "That's ok. I don't need the world to know. You and I will know." "That's fine with me as well but there's another small detail. I'm realizing that I could never be manogomus. Even as husband and wife I will often be with other women. I may even share some of them with you. If you want to become my wife you have to understand this and you need to know I won't tolerate any jealousies. You will share a very important part of me but you won't have exclusivity. You're going to need to decide if you'll be ok with that." Her response was immediate. "I already knew that and I'm really ok with it. I know you'll always make me feel wanted and important to you. I trust you and I love you." She hugged me again. "Well then, one last thing you need to understand is that you won't be the only one I have children with. In fact, I'll know in a week or so but I'm fairly positive that I got mom pregnamt yesterday." "Holy shit, mom's going to have a baby. That's so intense. She must be thrilled." She paused and thought for a moment. "Will I be the baby's aunt or sister? I guess both." She started laughing and then hugged me close and wispered in my ear. "Make me pregnant and mom and I can have our babies together." "Ok then, but you won't have them quite together. We need to get you off the pill first. It may take a couple of weeks before you're fertile. In the meantime though, let's slip you out of this tee shirt so we can consumate our marriage." I was already naked and as usual, my cock was springing to life in anticipation. We made love that night. It was nothing like the animalistic fuck fests we'd had before. This was slow and tender and incredibly intense. We fucked and sucked each other until the sun came up and all the while I was dreaming about the moment when I would plant my seed deep inside her. The next generation was beginning to take shape. I did mamange to get a couple of hours sleep and after a quick shower I headed down to the kitchen for some coffee and found mom in her usual place at the table. I kissed her good morning and immediately noticed she looked a bit green. "What's up mom?" I was a bit concerned as she rarely got sick and she certainly looked pretty awful as she sat sipping her coffee. She smiled up at me. "I think you got your wish. I'm pretty sure this is morning sickness and that means you are going to be a father." Behind the quasiness she was feeling real joy. It shouldn't have come as a surprise but I was momentarily shocked. That quickly gave way to a profound serenity. I rose and took her in my arms. "I love you with all my heart. I will love our child just as much. Is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable." "Not really, this just has to run its course. It'll pass. Thank you for asking but don't worry about me. I'll be fine." She felt so good in my arms I was tempted to blow off the office and carry her to bed. Unfortunately, I was now a man with responsibilities so I pushed the thought back and decided now would be a good time to fill her in on Carrie and me. "Mom, Carrie was waiting for me last night and we had a long conversation. I've decided that I will take her as my wife. She will stop takiing the pill today and I will be making a baby with her just as soon as she's fertile. Also, neither Carrie or I are going to college. I will learn all I need to know on my own and Carrie will learn from me. I haven't told her about this part of my plan yet but I'm sure she'll agree." "Also, I went through all the accounts yesterday and a bunch of stuff has been signed over to me. That includes the trust you've been drawing off. When I get home tonight I need you to help me understand what's required to maintain the household budget. I would really appreciate if you would still manage the house so all I really need to know is how much will be required." "I've also decided that I will take Savannah as my slave. I will be taking control of her assests as well and would like you to manage a few things for me. I want her house sold. Before it's sold we will need someone to refinish her basement. I don't think there are many folks who will want to buy a house with its own torture chamber. I will have her sign her accounts over to me as well. Once the house is sold I want you to use the proceeds to build a new house on the back of our porperty. I'll give you the plans and I would like you to manage the construction project. I will find contractors I can trust to remain discrete. By the way, the house will be large enough to house ten people. I will be taking other slaves as well and the house will be both living space and training facility for them. I wanted it placed far enough back on the property so no one will be aware that it exists and so no one will hear or see what goes on there. I'll scout out the location and give you the details when I have the plans ready." She was awe struck. "You seem to be moving pretty quickly. Are you sure you know what you're doing. I mean it's ok if you want to take it a bit slow. No one expects you to do everything all at once. You can ease into this if you want." I probed and found that it was not that she doubted my ability to handle all of this. She was just worried that I take enough time to enjoy along the way. "It's going to be fine. I know enough now to be comfortable with what I've planned so far. I'm going to start meeting clients today and I'm actually really looking forward to jumping in with both feet. Don't worry. I love this already." I really did. My life had purpose. There was no doubt I'd hit a few bumps along the way and have to change direction on occasion but I was looking forward to all those challenges. I was beginning to feel like the man of the family and it felt great. "I need to get to the office. We'll talk some more when I get home." I kissed her and headed for the door. "Oh, by the way, call Savannah and tell her to be here at 7 sharp. She'll be having dinner with us. I'll need to spend some time with her before dinner so if it's ok maybe we can eat around 8. Don't set a place at the table for her. I will begin her training tonight and she will be eating on the floor." And, with that I was out the door. I can only imagine how mom reacted to that little bit of detail. I got to the office to find Rachael sitting at her desk looking every bit as good as she had yesterday. I gave a quick thought to getting a morning blowjob to kick things off but then thought better of it. There was a lot to do." "Good Morning Sir." She was genuinely happy to see me. "Good morning Rachael. He is a list of clients I want to talk to this morning. Give me 10 minutes to settle in and begin getting them on the phone. Did you remember my instructions on how you are to dress?" She flushed and said, "Yes Sir, I have." "Good, lift your skirt." I just needed a quick look at her lovely pussy. She discretely lifted her ass from her chair and slid her skirt up to give me a full view. She had in fact remembered to leave the panties off. "Spread your legs." She did as told and was clearly wet. "I can see you're wet, have you been playing with your pussy?" She couldn't answer fast enough. "No sir, not at all." "Then what has you so wet?" She turned slightly red. "I was just thinking about what you told me to do at lunch and I guess it got to me a bit." "Well good. I'm glad to see you're looking forward to it. I guess you forgot the part about your next lesson in obedience." "No sir, I haven't forgotten. I'll try my best to learn from it sir." She was only slightly subdued when she delivered this statement. I probed quickly and discovered she was actually looking forward to it and was quite intent on learning from it. Maybe she wouldn't be as hard a case as her mother was. I headed into the office and settled down to work. For the balance of the morning I spoke with a dozen clients from the published list. I was saving the private list clients for later. Without exception, every client was thrilled to hear I was on board and before the morning passed I had a nearly full calendar of appointments for the coming week. I was ready for a break. I pressed the intercom. "Rachael, bring me two tuna sandwiches and a salad. Then go out and purchase the item we discussed yesterday. Be back in an hour and let me know when you have returned." Her perky voice shot back over the speaker with a quick "Yes Sir" and in no more than 5 minutes she was knocking at the door with my lunch. I spent the next hour eating and making notes on what each of the coming weeks' meetings should accomplish and then moved on to planning who among the private clients I wanted to call this afternoon. I was so engrossed that the knock on the door startled me. The hour had past in an instant and Rachael was back. I buzzed her in. She was carrying a small plastic bag that was discretely void of any markings. "Is that your new toy?" "Yes Master." "Let me see it." I wondered how close she came to matching my size. The dildo she presented was almost a perfect match. Its length was just a bit longer than the real thing and girth was just about a perfect match. The skin tone was lighter than mine and the head seemed a bit thicker. All in all, it seemed perfectly suited to the task at hand. It was time to give it a test run and it was time to introduce my slave to her chamber of horrors. I quickly popped the secret door and led her through the bedroom. I didn't even pause to notice if she registered any surprise at seeing this secret space. I led her into the training room. I decided that training room sounded more professional and since this was an office I decided to maintain some measure of professionalism. The space in the new home I was going to build would be a dungeon and torture chamber in every sense of the word. Before she could react to what she was seeing I stepped behind her and closed the door. That was when I noticed a control panel mounted to the wall. It had a few new controls but the ones I recognized immediately were the door icons. A couple of quick taps and the secret door registered as closed. I turned on my slave. "Strip and get ready for your next lesson." She placed the dildo on the table and was out of her clothes in a flash. It was good to see her ass had recovered. It was, once again, milky white. I'd remedy that before long. "Now, go select a paddle from the wall and bring it to me." I kind of liked making her choose my weapon. The one she chose was about 14 inches long with a rounded head that looked somewhat like a tennis racket except this was all wood and had a pattern of holes drilled through it. She handed it to me and I tested the weight and feel in my hand. This was going to do just fine. It was perfectly sized for my hand and had been taped to provide a solid grip. The shape of the head made it top heavy so it would swing well and the size of the head insured it would cover both her cheeks with each shot. She was definitely going to remember this lesson. Now I went to the wall and selected four lengths of rope to bind her with. I wanted to be sure she felt totally vulnerable for this round. "Bend over the table and spread your legs." She did as told and I quickly bound her limbs to the table much as I had done with Savannah. The best she would be able to do was squirm a bit. "Now, I am going to paddle your pitiful ass. So far you've been a pretty sad excuse for a slave. Let's see if you can't learn how to behave properly. After each stoke you will repeat, "I will obey my Master completely and immediately". Once again, if you fail to repeat this simple phrase or you fail to convince me that you are sincere I will start again. I think 20 strokes should be sufficient." I reared back and let the paddle fly. It was a horrible sound that emanated from the point of contact and her scream immediately told me this was far more painful than the ruler. She chanted the required phrase. I let loose again and she repeated again but now she was crying. I aimed the next blow a bit lower and caught her upper thighs and she screamed and chanted once more. She was already beet red and I started to worry that I was using too much force. I eased off just a bit on the next few strokes and she continued to cry out the required phrase after each. I'd reached ten when I noticed moisture around her pussy. Was she sweating from the exertion of the punishment or was she actually getting wet. I reached in a dipped a finger into her cunt. From reading dad's files I new a good slave would get off on some pain but I guess I really didn't believe it until now. Rachael was fuckably wet so I decided to tease her a bit. I turned the paddle around and started to use the handle on her cunt, first running it between her slit and then by pushing the handle in several inches. I fucked her a bit like this until I was sure she was close to coming and then I quickly pulled the paddle from her hole, flipped it around and delivered a vicious blow. Her scream was heart wrenching as was her pitiful voice as she forced the phrase once more from her lips. I repeated this sweet and sour mixture until I had reached a count of 19 and decided the last blow would have to be joined by orgasm. I grabbed the new dildo from the table and shoved it up her cunt. I began working it as I whispered in her ear, "You've borne your punishment well. You have my permission to cum." I worked it forcefully into her tight hole and waited for the inevitable and when it finally ravaged her I struck. The final blow was the most forceful yet and I can't even begin to explain the sound that came from her. It was shrill. It was guttural. It was mixed with her best efforts to sound out the words of her required response. And mixed with all of this was her orgasm. It was the most powerful orgasm she'd ever had. Of this, I had no doubt. It was the longest orgasm she'd ever had. Again, I had no doubt. It was so intense I nearly came in my pants and that was the most surprising part of the whole scene. I quickly pulled my cock from my pants and shoved it up her cunt. I fucked her savagely until I finally exploded deep inside her. This was the first time I'd fucked her pussy and I was amazed at how tight she was. She was gripping my full length and her muscles were twitching to create an entirely different sensation along my length. I later came across a phrase for this, "Snapper Pussy". This seemed totally appropriate as it felt like a rubber band being stretched and released against my cock. I don't mean to say it stung as a rubber band does when snapped against your skin. Instead, this felt like the rubber band had been made of soft silk and kind of thumped against my length with each pulse. I was in heaven and Rachael seemed to have passed out. I pulled my dick from her molten core, grabbed some smelling salts from one of the draws and brought her back around. She was dazed and seemed to have forgotten for just a moment that she was tired down. As it registered she looked over her shoulder and once she managed to focus she ask, "May I speak Master". I hadn't yet told her that she needed to ask before speaking but now that she did I decided I liked the idea. "Yes you may." "I'm sorry I've started so poorly. I promise to try harder to be a proper slave. Thank you for letting me cum Master." She delivered the words in a weak voice but that took nothing away from her heartfelt sentiment. "You took your punishment well and when you do well I will always finds ways to reward you. Remember that before you screw up again. I would prefer to give you pleasure that to have to deliver pain. However, I will continue to punish you without remorse if you fail to please me. Now, I'm going to untie you. Remain where you are." "Yes Master." I quickly undid the ropes and picked up the dildo from the floor where I had tossed it. I also grabbed some KY from the counter where the butt plugs were lined up. "I want to see you use this. You may use some of this lube but by the end of this week I want you to demonstrate that you can take this without the assistance of the lube. I will be using your ass often so you better do a good job of getting it in shape for me." She took the lube and applied just a small amount to her asshole and slowly worked 3 fingers back into that tight opening. She then applied a bit more to the dildo and began to work it in. She was clearly struggling but she kept up the effort and I was reasonably pleased with her results. I just didn't have the time to let her maintain this pace so I stepped up and gave it a mighty push until it was almost fully buried in her ass. Again, she squealed like a stuck pig but she held it there and before long she started to work it in and out. I probed and realized that even if I said yes she wasn't going to cum so I tickled her pleasure center again and told her she was free to orgasm if she wanted. Descendant of Baccus Pt. 08 Her tone changed, the pace of the dildo increased and she began fucking back against it. I continued to tickle and she continued to work until it finally hit her like a tone of bricks. This orgasm wasn't as intense as the first but it was nonetheless satisfying and when it subsided she was spent. She looked back at me and asked, "May I take it out now Master?" She was a wreck. Her hair was matted with sweat. The little makeup she wore was streaked. Tears were running down her cheeks. She had enough for this session. "Yes you may." I stepped back and opened the door. "Go shower and dress. We have work to do." "Should I take my clothes with me Master?" She had learned something. "Yes you may and don't forget your dildo as well." She collected her things as I pointed her to the bathroom. She headed that way as I took the time to organize the room and reflect a bit on this latest lesson. I decided she was made to be a sex slave. I would still use her as my secretary for now but her role would have to change. Maybe Savannah would prove to be a more suitable office slave. I spent the rest of the afternoon on the phone with some of the more prominent private clients and set additional appointment that now had the coming week totally booked. Life was going to get very busy. Descendant of Baccus Pt. 09 Chapter 9 Family Fun & More I got home around six and spent the next hour just relaxing. I had given very careful thought to how this night was going to go and if all went to plan I was going to need all my energy. Savannah showed up right on time and she was a true vision. She wore a simple black dress that was cut square across the neck and hugged all of her curves in just the right way. It came to about 6 inches above her knees to show her legs to their best advantage and was sleeveless, with a zipper up the back. To this classically simple garment she added a simple string of rose-colored pearls and matching pearl earrings. They stood out nicely against the dark material. Her hair was brushed out and was capturing the highlights of the setting sun so it almost looked like she'd worn a saintly crown. Her makeup was a bit more pronounced tonight and that was the one element I was not totally thrilled with. That would have to change but it really did very little damage to the overall appearance. She was gorgeous. I invited her in and led her to the den without as much as a kiss hello. It was time to give her what she asked for and somehow I doubted it would be quite the way she had hoped. "Have a seat." The coldness of my greeting was having the effect I'd hoped for. She was definitely off balance and worried. "I want you to listen without interrupting. When I'm done I will ask you one and only one question. Think carefully before you answer as it will be the only time you are offered this choice." She was starting to get a sense of what was coming and as I looked inside I saw her getting excited. It would be interesting to see if her excitement would be maintained. "You have asked me to take you as my slave and I have spent a great deal of time considering that request. I may be prepared to grant it based on a number of conditions." "First, if I agree to take you as my slave I will own you. You will have no will of your own. I will tell you what to do, where to go, how to dress, when to eat, when to sleep, who to fuck and how to fuck them. In short, you will become my property; my play thing." "Second, since I will own you I will also own everything you now own. You will sign everything over to me and I will do with it as I please. You will be stripped of everything." A quick read told me this was starting to sound a bit too intense for her. "Third, you will quit your job. You will have no need to work for anyone or at anything other than what I decide will be pleasing to me. I may put you to work in my office or I may just leave you chained up in my dungeon until I have need of you." "Fourth, I will put you through a very intense, painful and demeaning training program. I have not decided what type of slave I will turn you into but I am certain that I will be using and sharing you with others. Whatever fate I choose for you will be met with your absolute commitment to succeed." "Now, and remember to take your time before answering, do you still want me to take you?" By this time she was ringing her hands and grinding her teeth. As I looked inside I could see a full-fledged battle between wanting to accept everything I offered and running away as fast and a far as possible. I really didn't know how this was going to turn out and while I could have influenced her response I decided not to. If she said yes it had to be her decision alone or I would never truly feel comfortable with what I was going to do to her. The battle was coming down to one question. She wanted to know if I would ever really love her if she became my slave or would she be nothing more than a thing I played with. If it were possible for there to be love she would give everything up for that chance. If she were destined to be nothing more than an object then she would have to say no. "May I ask a question?" The tension in her voice was almost choking her. I on the other hand remained calm and determined, almost cold. "Yes you may." "I love you. I will always love you. I want to be yours as completely as possible and that's why I offered myself to you as your slave. I can't imagine a better way to demonstrate my love than to give myself over to you. I created the room in my basement just for you and never considered sharing it with anyone else. But, I'm scared. I'm scared that you will think of me differently if I do this. I'm afraid you won't be able to love me. I think it would kill me if I gave you everything and lost you at the same time. I don't know how to ask this but I guess I just want to know if you could love me as your slave or would I just become some kind of object you owned and used." I let her hang for a few beats before I responded. "I love you too and I truly believe I will always love you. However, I will also use you. If you give yourself to me I will take full advantage of you. I will treat you like an object. I will abuse and embarrass you at times. I will make you do things that you'd never imagined doing and I will teach you to love all of it. By the time I'm done with you, you will be a very different person but I will still love you. I think the real question you should be asking is will you be able to love yourself. Will you be able to love that inner you you've kept so well hidden or will you be repulsed by it as I bring it out into the light of day and begin to nurture it?" She didn't hesitate this time. "I've looked long and hard at these feelings ever since I began tutoring you. The side of me that wants to be so completely dominated is as much a part of who I am as the side I show the world every day. I can't deny that this is a real part of who I am and I have become comfortable with that part of me. I've become convinced that I need to let this side of me free. I've felt so bottled up until now that I don't think I've ever really been happy. If I can release this beast inside me and still have your love I really believe I will finally be truly happy." She was crying softly now and as I watched her tears roll down her cheeks I knew I would always love her. No matter how I chose to use her that would not change. "Listen to me carefully. I will always love you and giving yourself to me would truly be a gift beyond any I could hope for. However, there will be times when what I do to you makes you doubt that love. There will be times, especially in the early days of your training where you will regret giving yourself to me. None of that can be helped if you are to be a true slave. If you have the strength to bear these times then say yes. I you have doubts then please say no. I meant what I said before. If you say yes this will be the last time you will have a choice." I actually wondered if I really did want her to say no. If she said yes I would not take half measures in her training. There would be times we both regretted taking this path but I would follow it relentlessly and I would drag her along if necessary. If she said no we could still be lovers and friends. I might not have as much time for her and we would never be as close as we would be if I became her Master, but we could still have fun. I almost wished she would say no. She settled my indecision. "I'm ready. If you'll have me I'm yours. Just tell me what you want me to do." She seemed to sink under the weight of her decision and at the same time I read a sense of relief at having made the choice she did. I rose and took her in my arms and just held her for a while. The intimacy of it was almost more than I could deal with. I kissed her deeply and then held her by the shoulders, looked into her eyes and started her down the road to her complete submission. "From now on I am your Master and you will refer to me that way. If you fail to do so you will be punished. I am not happy with the amount of makeup you're wearing. You will use modest amounts in colors I choose. You are no longer allowed to wear panties unless I tell you to. I want easy access to your pussy and ass at all times. You ask permission before you speak. If you fail to ask permission you will be punished. You will not orgasm without permission. If you do I will punish you. From now on you are mine. You will do exactly as I say without the slightest hesitation. If you fail you will be punished. Your training begins now and until I am satisfied that you are aware of your new role you will be treated like a dog. You will join me for dinner tonight and like any good dog you will eat on the floor. I will be sharing you with others. Do for them as if you were doing for me. If you fail you will be punished. Tomorrow you will come to my office with all of the documents related to your house, car, bank accounts, and any other assets you own. You will sign all of those over to me. From now on you live here. I will create a suitable environment soon but for now you will be kept in the basement. When I am satisfied that you are learning your proper place I may provide a more comfortable arrangement for you. I truly hope you can learn to live with your decision because there is no turning back now. Do you understand?" She looked into my eyes for a brief second and then looked down as she said, "Yes Master". "Good. Now, give me your panties." She quickly, and with no modestly at all, slipped them off and handed them over to me. They smelled sweet. They were also moist. "Now, blow me!" I quickly released my cock and she moved just as quickly to her knees to capture it with her mouth. It was strange. She was doing everything just as before but I just wasn't enjoying it as much. I guess I was just a bit saddened by her choice. I really liked the Savannah I'd come to know. She'd really grown on me and now I could only hope this new Savannah would grow on me as much. I grabbed her head and started to fuck her mouth and that seemed to do the trick. My orgasm wasn't as intense as the last time I'd enjoyed her mouth but it did the trick and after squeezing the last few drop out I was ready to introduce my new slave to the family. I was also starving. I drew her to her feet and noticed a few drops of cum clinging to the corners of her mouth and as I did she moved to wipe them away. I stopped her. "Don't! I want them there for everyone to see. From now on you might try harder to suck down every drop and maybe you can avoid the embarrassment of everyone seeing your cum stained face. Now let's go to dinner." She began walking at my side. "No slave! You will remain two paces behind me at all times. Before you are allowed to walk at my side again you will need to earn it." I led the way into the dining room where everyone was just being seated. All eyes fell on Savannah. "Let me introduce you to my new slave." I turned and called her to me. "This is Slave Savannah. I have just agreed to take her into training. Until I say otherwise, she will be treated like a stray dog. I will need all of you to help me maintain that discipline if she is to succeed. Showing her any kindness will do her more harm than good. Also, you will see things as I conduct her training that will be upsetting at times. Please trust me and please don't interfere. Training a proper slave is a daunting task. With your help this slave may just succeed. " Mom had done as asked and not set a place for her. I pointed to the floor at the side of my chair and she obediently took her place on the floor with her legs crossed underneath her. She looked pathetic. Dinner conversation was a bit strained at first. Having Savannah sitting there waiting for me to pass her scraps of food had to be upsetting for everyone. But, it passed before long and we were talking just as we always had. The meal was excellent as usual and we all ate heartily. We were just about through when I realized Annie was still not aware of Mom's condition or of Carrie and me and our new relationship. It was time to bring her up to date and talk to her about what I was thinking about for her future. "Annie, there's some news we need to share with you. Mom, why don't you start." Mom was beaming as she explained her new state. "Well honey, there's no real way to ease into this so I'm just going to come right out with it. You're going to be a sister again." Annie lit up like a Christmas tree. "Wow, holy shit. A boy or a girl?" "I don't know yet but that's not all the news. Kenny is the father." She looked at Annie with just a slight touch of fear at how this news would be accepted. "Wow, that's so intense." She paused for a Moment to digest this news and then continued. "I guess I'm a bit stunned but I'm really thrilled too. God, this is going to be so cool. We're going to have a new baby in the house." I jumped in. If she thought one child was thrilling lord only knew how she'd react to the news of two. "Annie, Carrie and I are also going to be together. She has asked to be more than just my sister. She wants to be my wife and I have agreed. She has stopped taking the pill and as soon as she is fertile we'll also be making a baby. The house is going to get pretty noisy before long." I had forgotten Savannah was at my side until I heard the small gasp that came from her as I delivered this news. To the table I said, "Excuse me" and for Savannah I offered her first true taste of her new role. "You are a dog. You have no business listening in on my conversations. If you want to be heard you will ask permission. Otherwise, you are to remain invisible. You have just earned your first punishment. Now, sit there and keep quite." She hung her head with shame and as I looked back at the table all three women were clearly shocked. "I'm sorry for the disruption. Please just remember, I am doing this for her. She wanted this. She had a choice and this is what she choose. Help me and together we can help her succeed." "Now, where were we? Oh yea, the house was going to get noisy." Annie was the first to recover. "Kenny, you seemed to have things pretty well set with Mom and Carrie. Can I ask, have you had time to think about me yet?" As Mom had said, they would all be looking to me to help guide their futures. "I have Sis. Actually I've been thinking quite a bit about what would make you happy. To be honest, I've also looked into your mind a bit to try and get some hints." She flushed at that bit of news. "I know you still have very strong feeling for Eric. I really like him as well and I think it might be worth getting the two of you together and see if there's still the same spark you two used to share. I hope that's ok with you. I called him today and he's going to come over and spend the weekend. You two can catch up a bit and if you're still interested I'll talk to him." She lit up once again, jumped from her seat and ran to me. She jumped into my lap and nearly knock us both over as she hugged me. "Thank you. Thank you so much. I knew I could count on you to do the right thing. I love you so much. God, I can't wait to see him again. Thank You." We kissed deeply and as we broke the kiss she whispered, "How about making love to me. It's been days and I really need to taste your cock." "Down girl. I have plans for all of us tonight. Tonight we are going to be a family like no other. Now, go help Mom get the coffee and leave things to me. I promise you'll all be satisfied before the night is out." She gave me one last kiss before she got up and with Mom, headed to the kitchen. I asked Carrie to stay behind. "Carrie, when is your period due?" "It should be around the end of this week. It's normally pretty regular." "Good. Now, I need your help tonight. I want us all to make love together. I think this might be a bit strange for Mom though and I want to be sure she gets comfortable and really enjoys herself. If you can make sure you pay special attention to her I'd really appreciate it." Carrie and Annie had been lovers and the three of us had been together so I was confident we would be ok. I just wondered if Mom might be a bit overwhelmed and figured if Carrie kept focused on her, Mom come around. All we needed to do was whet her sexual appetite. I also had plans for a bit of a warm up with Savannah. If all went to plan this would be the wildest night yet. Mom and Annie returned with the coffee and after a bit more small talk I decided to get things rolling. "Let's all go inside. Savannah, clear the table and then join us." I led them to the den. This room was going to be perfect. It was a bit oversized but very cozy with it's rich wood paneling and a stone fireplace that made the coldest winter nights fade into the distance. Of course being August, there was no need for a fire but still it added warmth to the overall ambiance of the room. There was a large over-stuffed sofa done in shades of gold and two matching chairs set at either side of the fireplace. The floor was carpeted in a thick pile that invited folks to stretch out and relax I'd certainly done just that on many occasions. I directed them to sit on the sofa. "Before Savannah gets here I need your help with something. First, Mom I don't want you to be embarrassed but I need to know something. Have you ever been with a woman?" Her response stunned me. "Of course, many times. Your dad loved to watch me make love to women and then join us." It was such a matter-of-fact response that we were all momentarily stunned. I began to wonder just how experienced and kinky Mom might be. Maybe I'd have a chance to explore some of that tonight. For now, I needed to push on. "Savannah hasn't. I need all of you to help me here. When she comes in I'm going to make her give each of you an orgasm. Then when we're all making love tonight I'm going to instruct her to be sure she is servicing one of you at all times. However, I don't want her to cum tonight. Let her do as I tell her but don't reciprocate. If she does orgasm I want to know and I will have to punish her. Will you help?" They looked at each other for a second and then all agreed. I scanned each of them and discovered Mom was actually looking forward to this much more than the others. Again, I was a bit surprised. No sooner had they agreed than Savannah came into the den. She moved immediately to my side and kneeled. That was a positive sign. "Savannah, I am going to let you participate tonight. Listen carefully and follow my instructions exactly. First, I want you naked." She became red with embarrassment but quickly slipped out of her dress and removed her bra. She really was beautiful. "Now, I want you to undress the ladies." She responded with a simple "Yes Master" and before long I was sitting before four naked goddesses. "Now Savannah, I would like Mom and my sisters to enjoy an orgasm to take some of the edge off. All the dogs I know love to lick things. Show me you can be a good dog and lick each of them until they cum in your mouth." She hesitated just a bit before she spoke. "May I say something Master?" "If you must." "It's just that I've never done this before and I'm not sure I know haw to do it well enough." She was being sincere so I cut her a break and let slide the fact that she hadn't jumped right into her task. "I know you've had your cunt eaten before so you certainly know what you like. Just do the same and let's see if you can't get it done. Now, stop wasting time. You can start with my mother." She crawled to Mom who was now leaning back with her legs spread and began kissing her inner thighs and outer labia. Mom purred just a bit to let her know she was off to a good start. With that bit of encouragement she slipped her tongue out and stroked between Mom's pussy lips. They were already engorged and red with lust and Mom moaned this time. She reached down and spread herself open. Her inner lips are a bit larger than either of the girls and are a deeper pink as well. They were glistening with her wetness and Savannah didn't hesitate to lavish them with long strokes of her tongue. It wasn't going to take long to get Mom off. I should have asked them to try and hold back so Savannah would have to work a bit harder. Oh well, maybe next time. Descendant of Baccus Pt. 09 Savannah moved down to Mom's hole and began sliding her tongue as deep into Mom's pussy as she could and Mom responded by grabbing Savannah's head and bucking her hips against her mouth. With her tongue buried in Mom's cunt her nose was pressed against Mom's clit and was rubbing it as Mom bucked against her. That was all it took. Mom spasmed and came as Savannah continued to work her tongue deeply and before long we could all see Mom's juices start running down Savannah's chin. And, just as the first drops fell from her chin Mom lifted her ass from the couch and started rubbing her pussy all over Savannah's face. She was delivering a cum bath and I was in awe. Mom was definitely kinkier than I had suspected and this was definitely going to be a wilder night than I had imagined. She eventually came down and released Savannah to her next customer. I took a quick read of Savannah and found a new measure of confidence that hadn't existed before. She had gotten Mom off far to easily and then I remembered. I could play with their pleasure centers. I could hold their orgasm off. I could make Savannah really work at this. As she moved to Annie I began to apply my skills. She began as she had with Mom and I let things progress much the same way until I felt Annie getting close. I held her there. Savannah sensed how close Annie was and almost started to panic when the expected explosion didn't materialize. She changed tactics and moved up to Annie's clit and caught it between her lips. I almost lost Annie there. She was so ready all I'd have to do was release her and a light breeze would have finished the job. Savannah began sucking Annie's clit like it was a cock, drawing it in and out of her mouth with ever increasing speed and Annie was so damn close she was crying for release. I decided she'd had enough. If I held her back any more she be done for the night. I released her and she released a torrent of cum into Savannah's mouth. Savannah lapped it up as best she could and didn't stop until Annie finally pushed her away. As Savannah moved over to Carrie, Annie collapsed into Mom's lap and rested. I was really looking forward to this one. Savannah had no idea that Carrie would be spraying her like a cock. I wanted to see her surprise when the first shot was fired. Savannah went right to work and it didn't take long for her to get Carrie's clit in a lip lock. What was interesting was Carrie was holding back with out my assistance. She was right on the edge but was managing to hold her orgasm at bay as Savannah worked her clit as hard and as fast as she could. Carrie was the first to voice directions. "Stick you tongue in my cunt" was her simple demand and Savannah did exactly that. I probed Savannah quickly and realized she was really getting into this and was actually close to cumming herself. I had been paying so much attention to the others that this came as quite a pleasant surprise. Carrie enjoyed Savannah's slithering tongue a bit more before commanding her to her next task. She commanded, "Lick my asshole. I want to feel your tongue in my ass." Both Mom and Annie sat up and took notice now. Savannah moved down and Carrie lifted her legs to provide easier access. Savannah did to Carrie's ass exactly what she had been doing to her cunt and she was actually doing it rather well. I made a note to have her do the same to me before the night was through. Thinking back on it now, I realize that thought got lost somewhere in the chaos that ensued later on. Carrie was ready. She grabbed Savannah by the hair and dragged her mouth back up to her clit. Savannah didn't need to be told what to do. She caught Carrie's clit between her lips, sucked hard and stroked her tongue across the trigger. Carrie exploded. Savannah fell back in shock. Carrie grabbed her head again and pulled her back into her needy cunt. She fired another shot and this time Savannah squealed. Carrie had hit her extended tongue with this one. Savannah realized she better react quickly and moved to cover Carries cunt with her mouth. This had the unfortunate effect of hiding the remaining shots but from the way her throat was working there was no doubt she was begin fed copious amounts of pussy juice. Carrie finally pushed her away and Savannah fell back on her heels waiting and wondering what would be next. I took a quick peek and found her mind working a mile a minute wondering if she'd done ok. She was also trying to sort out why this had gotten her so excited. I caught her wondering if she was really a lesbian. I love it when I can get folks of balance and she was definitely teetering on the edge. So far, so good. I let Carrie settle down for a bit while I got undressed. I was rock hard and about as close as coming as I could possibly be. I began to work myself back from the edge as I gave Savannah her next set of instructions. "Savannah, you did ok but be careful not to let it go to your head. I am going to make love to my Mom and sisters now. You are going to help me make sure they are all being satisfied. They will tell you what they want from you. You will service one of them at all times. If you stop for any reason you will be punished. And by the way, you don't have my permission to cum. Don't or you will find it difficult to sit for at least the next week. I moved to the couch and drew Mom into my arms. She melted into me, and together we fell to the floor. My cock found its way into her pussy like a homing pigeon finds its cage and the heat of her recently impregnated womb rushed forth to envelop me. I held myself there and looked for the next closest person. I found Annie's hand and drew her down to us. I whispered to her. "Mom wants to taste your pussy." As I'm sure she had done several times with Carrie, she immediately straddled Mom's face and lowered her dripping cunt down to Mom's out stretched tongue. She was facing me so I took the opportunity to begin suckling her breasts. Carrie was not about to be left out. She moved behind me and began lapping at my balls. Savannah quickly surveyed the situation and decided her best plan of action was to go back to work on Carrie's cunt and now that everyone was engaged the fun began and it didn't end until the sun came up. We fucked and sucked in every imaginable position and combination. No orifice was left unattended except of course Savannah's and I came so many times I lost count. Most of the action is just a blur but there were definitely a few Kodak moments. Mom sucking my cum out of Carrie's ass was certainly one of those. She was an animal throughout and when I had dumped a particularly large load up Carrie's tight ass Mom went on the attack. She literally pushed me out of the way and fed like is was her last meal on earth, working her tongue deep into that freshly fucked asshole and digging every last drop of cum out. Carrie helped by pushing as much as she could into Mom's waiting mouth and still Mom was not satisfied. As things developed I learned that Mom was by far the kinkiest of our group and I loved every perverted new twist she came up with. I also realized Mom was addicted to cum. I'm sure she would have gladly accepted every load I'd delivered and more. As it was, she took more than her fair share in her mouth, cunt and ass and even took a load on her face and another on her tits. Another moment that stands out in my mind was a point when we found ourselves in a daisy chain. Mom was sucking my cock, I was eating Carrie's pussy, Carrie was eating Annie out and Annie was doing the same for Mom. Savannah was in the middle sucking tits in all directions. Mom is also addicted to sucking cock. I had my dick in her mouth so often it became like a weigh station. Anytime I needed a bit of help getting my wood back Mom's mouth was there to make it happen. Her technique was by far the best and I remember deciding I would use her to train all my women. Annie was also showing signs of infatuation with cum but not to the extent Mom had. I do remember enjoying the sight of her licking my cum from Mom's face and tits. She was also in love with eating pussy. It seemed that whatever anyone else was doing Annie was munching on one pussy or another. She was clearly the most bisexual of the group and absolutely adored slurping up Carrie's orgasms. I remember one pint where I was fucking Carrie from behind and Annie was underneath us working on Carrie's clit. When Carrie exploded Annie began to choke with the volume of pussy juice Carrie was delivering and still she didn't miss a best. When she finally came up for air her face was soaked and she immediately began scooping up the excess with her fingers and then licking them clean. As for Carrie, she had an ass fetish. She begged and pleaded to be fucked in the ass more times than I can remember. Where Rachael can be uncomfortably tight, Carrie is perfectly tight and her ass produces a natural lubricant that makes fucking her feel like heaven. On the few occasions where I was having a hard time reaching orgasm I just slipped my dick into that white-hot hole and all became right with the world once again. She was not passive in this either. She was just as happy to ride my cock as to have me drilling her and she rode with perfect intensity. One of my best orgasms erupted while she rode my cock like a true cowgirl riding her best bronco. It was early morning when we finally collapsed. We were a mess. The room was a mess. Savannah was a mess. My cock was red from the workout it received and the ladies were just as raw. It was time to end this party. "Savannah, get dressed and go home. This is the last time you will be sleeping in your own bed so enjoy it. Be at my office at 2 with all of your paper work and be prepared to receive your first punishment. By the way, you did well tonight. As your reward you may have one orgasm before you go to sleep. Now go." I gave her a sharp slap on the ass to send her on her way. I turned to my girls and said, "Let's go shower and get some sleep. I have a busy day today." We all managed to climb the stairs and head our separate ways. That is, Mom and Annie headed off to their rooms and Carrie and I headed to mine. The shower just helped bring sleep on a bit quicker and as we hit the bed Carrie fell into my arms and we were out. It was a dreamless sleep that only comes with total exhaustion. It was sublime. Descendant of Baccus Pt. 10 Chapter 10 New Clients, New Determination I got up late and didn't make it to the office until just before noon. Rachael was waiting for me with a stack of phone messages and a sweet smile. "Good morning sir. Would you like some coffee?" She was chipper as always and given how tired I was I found it just a touch annoying. "Coffee would be good. Bring my messages as well", I barked. I headed into my office and settled down behind the desk. This was going to be a very busy day. Rachael retuned in a few minutes with the coffee and the messages. The first one was marked urgent. "Master, you got a call from a gentleman who would not leave his name but said it was extremely urgent that he speak with you. He is from France and left his number. He said you could call at any hour and he would be waiting." She had placed this one at the top of the stack. I tried to remember if any of Dad's private clients were from France and just couldn't remember for sure. I would have to call to find out what the deal was with this one but first I needed to get my head clear and focused. I decided two things would be required to accomplish this. I was sipping the first. My slave would sip the second. "Come here and suck my cock. Be gentle. It's a little bit sensitive this morning." It really was feeling a bit raw after the workout it received last night. Rachael complied without hesitation and before long I was coming back to life. Her technique was almost perfect with lots of tongue and absolutely no teeth. I decided to make it last and get this phone call in while she worked her magic. As it turns out, this was a referral from a client Dad had worked with in England. This guy was the owner of a rather famous winery in northern France for just a short time, having inherited it from his recently deceased father. The business was in trouble. The grapes had been poor for the last two years and the business was running at a significant loss for the last three years. Now his employees were starting to talk about striking his bottling plant and that wasn't all. This poor slob was also having problems with a wife who was unhappy about their declining financial status and was talking about divorce. He spilled this out in wave after wave of heavily accented English and was sobbing along the way. He was a mess. As I listened to all of this Rachael continued to administer a near perfect blowjob that had me right on the edge. It was time to release my load so I could concentrate on the work. "If you will excuse me for just a moment I'll be right back with you and we can talk about how I may be able to help." I placed him on hold. Rachael recognized this as a sign that I was ready and slipped me deep into her throat and waited for my sperm assault. That was just the right move and I gave her exactly what she was expecting. I assaulted her throat with several waves of hot cum and didn't let her pull back until the last drops had found their way into her throat. By the time I let her up off my cock she was gasping for air and I was reinvigorated. I decided this was the perfect way to start every day. To Rachael I said, "That was fine. You can return to your desk and please don't let me be disturbed. I am expecting a visitor at 2. Her name is Savannah. Buzz me when she arrives." She headed out the door and I returned to Philippe. "Sorry for the interruption. Now how is it that you came to call me?" "A good friend of my father's used the services of your father a while back when he was having similar difficulties with his business. He said you had recently spoken with him and he thought it might be a good idea if I spoke with you as well." I was beginning to get comfortable with his accent. "Well, I certainly appreciate his referral but I'm wondering how much help I can offer. I certainly can't help your crop. Can you give me some idea of what you hope I can do for you?" He seemed to think for a beat or two before he told me what his real concern was. "I find this embarrassing but all of these problems are having an effect on me that has left me feeling quite inadequate. I have always had a firm grasp on things and now I just seem to be dragged from one problem to the next. I want to regain control over my life. I can deal with the business problems if I can just get back on top of things." This sounded like something I could deal with effectively. He just needed me to help rebuild his confidence. Now I wondered how his wife fit into this equation. "I believe I can help you there. Tell me how your troublesome wife fits into this." Again he paused for a few beats and then vented. "The miserable bitch has to go. She's become worthless. She is a cold fish in bed and worse out of bed. The problem is getting rid of her is going to cost me a fortune and I'll be damned if I see her leave in better shape than me. I'd rather shit on her." This sounded like a bit more of a challenge. I read a few instances in Dad's files where he helped manipulate a third party to meet the needs of his client but I had the feeling he tried to avoid these complications. "I may be able to help you resolve that problem as well but it's a bit complicated. If I could influence her I would first need to know what result would be acceptable to you. Do you want to hold on to her if she became a more loving wife or would you prefer to simply be rid of her?" "There was a time when she was just fantastic in everything we did together. She was the best lover I even had. I guess there are times when I wish I could just get her back to the way she was. Right now though, I think I'd be happy to just be rid of her." He was sounding defeated and might think differently after I'd had a chance to work with him a bit. "Ok, I understand. Before I can make any promises about what I can do I think it is best that we meet. If you can make a trip here I can make time for you later this week or early next week. If you prefer that I come there it will be the week after next at the earliest. What would you prefer?" The thought of visiting France was actually pretty appealing but with all that was going on I hoped he'd decide to come to me. "I'll check the airlines and get back to you. I think I'd prefer to do this sooner rather than later so I'll see if I can't get to you early next week." That sounded perfect. "Great, just let me know and I'll make appropriate arrangements. Just one last thing before I let you go. Are you aware of how my firm's payment structure works?" I could have done this one as a freebie just for the experience but why not at least test his level of commitment. "I am aware and I believe I have assets that might prove sufficiently interesting to you. If you will allow, I'll be prepared to review these with you when we meet." I got just a small peek at what must have been a very confident individual at some point in his life. He had assets and confidence in their value. "That will be fine. I'll wait for your call. Until then stay calm. Together we'll help you through this. Have a good evening." "Thank you. Have a good day. I will call tomorrow." He signed off and I sat back to reflect a bit on my first potential new client. I was excited and much to my surprise it was almost 2. I was ready to channel some of this energy into my newest slave's training. It was exactly 2 PM when Rachael buzzed to announce Savannah's arrival. I decided to make her wait a bit. "Give me fifteen minutes and then escort her in." I had reviewed all of the phone messages and fortunately most did not require a return call. For the most part, these were simply confirming appointments I'd set earlier. I called two that need to rearrange scheduling and had two more to get through. The first was Uncle Steve. He was letting me know about a board meeting that was scheduled for this Friday and gave me a quick rundown on what was on the agenda. The main piece of business was just a formality. Uncle Steve was to step down and I was to be elected as Chairman. Given the fact that I held a significant controlling interest the outcome was assured. The balance of the agenda didn't sound like anything too complex but I did make a few notes just to be sure I'd be prepared. The second was from a client I'd spoken with yesterday and this one simply asked me to call back so I rang him. Josh McKenzie was the owner of a major construction company based in Houston. Their primary focus was on commercial high rises and they were one of the few companies I had become familiar with through Annie's studies. She mentioned them often as an excellent example of what a good construction company was capable of. No project ever came in over budget and every structure they built met the strictest building codes for safety and security. I also remembered some notes in Dad's files on the services he had provided. The one I found most interesting was a contract to train Josh's eldest daughter. She was apparently a bit too rebellious and Dad had been brought in to help settle her down. I remember thinking that the training sounded like she was being prepared to become someone's slave but as it turned out he was just breaking her as if she were some wild horse. I kind of liked the idea. Josh picked up the phone directly and with an almost comical Texas drawl he introduced himself. "This is Josh McKenzie." "Josh, this is Kenny Marcus returning your call. Good Afternoon." "Hey Kenny, good of ya to call. Real glad to hear from ya so soon. We still set for next week?" I had set an appointment with him for the following Thursday. "Absolutely, next Thursday for lunch right?" "Ya got it. I wonder if you know about a job your Dad did for me a while back involving my eldest daughter Katelyn?" He was testing me to see if I was doing my homework. "Certainly, a bit of a wild filly as I remember it. Dad helped settle her down. Is she having difficulties again?" "Nah, she's doing great. Your Dad really did a great job with her. She's married now and I have three fantastic grandchildren." He was beaming and no doubt would have broken out the pictures if we had been sitting across from each other. "Actually, it's my youngest daughter Shane. She is having a real tough problem and no one seems to be able to help her through it." I sensed he was a bit reticent to explain the true nature of this problem so I prodded him a bit. "Josh, just as it was with my father, anything you tell me will be held in the strictest confidence. What can you tell me about this problem?" "Ah hell, I guess I ought to just come right out with it. The poor kid was raped. This miserable cocksucker at the university broke into her frat house and abused the shit out of her. Now she's so damn scared she can't get near any man. She's even a bit uncomfortable when I try to hold her and comfort her. Her Mom and I are at a loss for how to help her. We've taken her to the best counselors and got her together with a very reputable support group and nothing seems to be helping. I was thinking that your special brand of counseling might be her only hope." The concern in his voice was thick with emotion and it was infecting me. I had to take this case. I had no idea how but I had to help this kid. I tried my best to sound completely confident. "Ok Josh. No problem at all. I can help her get past this. It may take a bit but I'll be happy to take this on. How about bringing her along next week. Do you think She'll come with you?" "I know she'll come but Kenny, I'm not sure she'll be able to sit in the same room with you. She's so scared just the idea of being alone with a man sends her into fits." "I'm not surprised. Please let me worry about that. I have some ideas on how to ease her into some effective one-on-one session with me. I'll make this work. You just get her here. By the way Josh, this one is on me." I was not going to profit off her pain. Dad had done more than a few good deeds in his life and this was my first opportunity to do the same. "That's real kind of you but I won't hear of it. You get her through this and I'll pay whatever you want." He was the tough Texan again. "You will hear of it Josh. I won't profit off your daughter's pain. I take this one only if you agree. By the way, I'm going to charge you handsomely for the services I provide to you so don't be too quick to give away the store." I laughed a bit to let him know I was just joking and all was going to be fine. "All right. You're a real hard ass ya know. Just like your old man. We're gonna get on real well, you and me. I'll see y'all next week and I'll bring Shane along. Take care." "Take care." I was digesting this new assignment when the buzzer sounded and Rachael led Savannah into the office. Savannah was stunning. She was wearing a very short leather skirt that looked like it had been tailor made for her. The blouse was light blue silk, cut in a v-line and trimmed neatly with a darker blue lace pattern of flowers. Her hair was pulled back today and her makeup was almost invisible. She had done her nails in an eggshell white and each seemed to be trimmed with the same type and color of flower as the lace. She was wearing stockings, or at least I hoped they were stockings, that were only visible because of the slight sheen they added to her fantastic legs. If they proved to be pantyhose she was in deep trouble. She wore sandals in the same off white as her nails and again her toenails were done to match. She was the complete package and my little head was definitely taking notice. "Good afternoon Savannah. I hope you got some sleep." Rachael gave a bit of a sideways glance toward Savannah as she remembered me saying I was a bit sore this morning. A quick probe let me know she was just a bit jealous. I'd have to deal with that. "I'd did Master, thank you." She was clearly embarrassed as this was the first time outside the family that she had referred to me this way. That was one more thing I'd have to deal with. "Good. Did you remember my instructions on how you should dress?" "Yes Master. I hope I did ok with my makeup. You told me to wear very little and only colors you selected but you didn't tell what colors would please you. I hope I did ok with these colors." She had no idea how good she looked and I wasn't going to tell her either. "Your choices will do for now. In the future you will ask when you have doubts. You will not try to guess or assume anything. If you do so again I will have no choice but to punish you. I presume you're not wearing panties and those are stockings rather than pantyhose." She shuttered just a bit and Rachael shuttered right along with her. That was nice to see. "You are correct Master and I promise to remember to ask in the future." "Did you bring the paperwork I require?" "Yes Master, it's all here." I did another quick probed and discovered she had gone nearly mad trying to find one bank statement. It was an old CD account she had almost forgotten about and she literally tore the house apart looking for it. I was pleased. "Good. Let's get down to business. Rachael, you will witness the transfer of Savannah's assets to me." It was Savannah's turn to issue a sideways glance as Rachael responded with a simple "Yes Master". That was good. Now everyone knew his or her place. I had her sign her house deed over first and then we went through creating a simple receipt for the transfer of her car. For the accounts, I simply took each of the statements and reviewed their values. Most of the accounts had on-line and ATM access so I had her make quick notes of the pin codes and passwords. I got on-line and transferred the amounts into my account and then closed each of them out. Two accounts remained that would need to be handled at the bank as would the emptying of a safe deposit box. I decided to leave that for the morning. I also had her remove all of the credit cards she held and I summarily cut each into small useless bits. The only thing left to her was her pension as a teacher and her social security. The pension would soon name me as the sole beneficiary. Unfortunately there was nothing I could do about the social security. When Savannah had entered my office an hour ago she was reasonably independent and had a net worth of just under half a million dollars. That was rather impressive for a teacher. I'd have to find out how she had managed to accumulate so much. Now she was destitute. She looked frail as she began to realize the extent to which she had already submitted to me and I was only just beginning. It was time for her first taste of punishment and I made a quick decision to have Rachael participate. That would make it all the more demeaning. I popped the door open. Rachael, show Savannah into the training room and wait for me. I wanted them to go ahead so Savannah could take it all in before I came in to introduce her to the various implements and the effect they had on pitiful, disobedient slaves. I followed in quietly and startled both of them as I pushed Savannah forward and quickly closed and locked the doors. "Look at me and tell me why you are being punished bitch." She flinched at the venom I spewed with that command. "I was paying attention to your private conversation when I should have been focused on being a proper slave, Master." She was shivering as she said this. "Exactly, you are a worthless excuse for a slave but to your credit you have admitted your failure. As your reward I won't use the whip on you this time. I think the riding crop will do." She followed my eyes over to the wall and a nasty looking leather crop. She didn't think she'd won much of a reprieve until she continued to follow my scan over to the area where the whips were displayed. She shuddered again and said "Thank You Master' in the smallest voice I've ever heard issue from her mouth. "Strip now and make it fast." She moved quickly despite her shaky finger and in less than thirty seconds she was buck-naked. "Now bend over the table and spread your legs." She took her position without hesitation. "Rachael, get some rope and bind her the way I bound you. Make sure you do it right or you'll be assuming the position next." She did exactly as commanded and if anything, she had bound Savannah more securely. "Now get me the crop." She moved quickly and retrieved the one I pointed to. "Savannah, with each stroke you are to repeat the following; "I am a worthless excuses for a slave. Please forgive me". Say it now so I know you have it." She repeated it verbatim. "If you fail to repeat it exactly I will add five strokes to your punishment. Do you understand?" I asked this as I moved into position. "I understand Master." As the last syllable left her lips the crop made violent contact with her ass and she screamed. I think this scream was as much from shock as it was from pain and she repeated the phrase. The next stroke caught her a bit lower and now the scream was pure pain. She repeated the phrase once more but this time it was from behind gritting teeth. The next ten strokes were delivered in quick succession with only enough time between each for her to repeat her new mantra. She was balling like a baby and I could tell she wanted to beg me to stop but was too scared to utter the words. This was proceeding perfectly. The crop was leaving ugly welts rather than the red splotches of the paddle. I realized very quickly that I had to be careful not to strike the same spot twice or I was sure to break skin. I had no desire to draw blood. When I reached fifteen strokes I sensed she was nearing the point where she would pass out. I decided not to push her that far but I wanted to be sure to punctuate this session with one last blow that was particularly vicious. I zoned in on my target and with an uppercut swing I landed the crop squarely across her cunt. The scream that resulted was blood curdling and her mantra was barely repeated before she passed out. Descendant of Baccus Pt. 10 I had gone too far again. I really needed to get a handle on this before I did real damage. I made myself a promise right then and there that this would be the last time I lost control. "Rachael, there's some salve in the top draw with the medical supplies. Apply it to Savannah and when she comes to you are to help her get cleaned up and dressed. Buzz me when you're done." I left her to the task and exited feeling miserable at my failure to maintain control. It was almost the perfect session and I ruined it. I was going to need some help with this. Maybe Mom could help me find my self-control. This was the last punishment I would deliver until I found a solution to this. It was twenty minutes before the buzzer sounded and what I saw when I reentered the bedroom was pathetic. Savannah was dressed as she had been when she arrived. Her makeup and hair were fixed as they had been when she arrived. Everything was the same except her. Her posture told it all. She was broken and it broke my heart to see her that way. Once again I berated myself for loosing control. I took a quick scan of her thoughts and found a new and more determined slave. She was clearly in pain but was determined to fight it off and prove that she could accept her punishment with the grace she thought was appropriate for a true slave. She was determined to make me proud of her and as this last thought reached out to me she fell to her knees, looked up at me and asked, May I speak Master?" "You May." Her determination to succeed made me feel worse about my own failure. "Thank you Master for taking the time to help me understand the role I've chosen. I deserved my punishment and I promise to do everything I can to not force you to punish me again Master. Tell me what you want from me and I promise to do my very best to please you Master." She looked squarely at me as she delivered these heart-felt words and immediately looked down in submission as she finished. I patted her head like she was some sort of loyal mutt and wondered if she was truly broken so easily. Somehow I doubted it but I hoped it could be true. It would allow me time to get myself in order if she avoided the need for more punishment. "You have done well and I truly hope you have learned your lesson. Despite what either of you might think, I don't enjoy abusing you. I would prefer to cherish your commitment rather than to have to beat you into submission. Make me proud and the next time we enter that chamber it will be for enjoyment alone." "Now, tell me, did you cum last night?" I was looking to change the subject. I'd had enough of this depressing shit for one day. "Yes Master." She held her focus on the floor. "How did you accomplish that?" I wondered if she used any of her toys or if her fingers were enough to do the trick. "I fingered myself and my orgasm came quickly." That's pretty much what I figured. She had to be right on the edge by the time she got to it. "Did you cum more than once?" I was certain she hadn't but I wanted to hear her say it. "No master, only one time as you instructed." "Good. You've done well and as promised, when you do well you will be rewarded. Remove your clothes and lay on the bed." She did so quickly and as I got a fresh view of her ass I cringed at the damage I'd done. "Rachael, you will eat Savannah's pussy. I want her to cum as often as she wishes. You will not stop until she begs you too. Also, be careful. She is sore and I don't want you to do anything that exacerbates her pain. Do you understand?" "Yes Master." She moved immediately to her task. I walked over to Savannah and whispered. "Savannah, enjoy this for as long as you wish and remember how much I cherish the gift you've given me. When you've had enough you can shower and dress and then buzz me to let me know you're ready." To Rachael I said, "This is Savannah's gift. You will not cum. If you do well and hold your own orgasm at bay I may choose to reward you later." She removed her tongue from Savannah's pussy long enough to say, "Yes Master" and went right back to work. I noticed Savannah's pussy had not endured as forceful a stroke as I'd feared and that left me feeling just a bit better when I left to get back to work. It was a little more than an hour when the buzzer sounded again and as I popped the door Savannah emerged looking much more like the Savannah that had entered my office that afternoon. I allowed myself one more sigh of relief. "Go home and collect some of your clothes. You may take dresses and skirts. Also bring a few bathing suits. You will have no need for pants or panties. Leave those behind. You may bring lingerie as well but nothing too conservative. When you have collected your thing go to my house. My mother will be waiting for you. Do as she says and I will see you tonight". I rose and gave her a light kiss as I sent her on her way. As she left I was feeling a bit better but no less determined to get this new role of Master mastered. I gave Mom a quick call and explained what had transpired and asked her to attend to Savannah's welts. Now it was time to release some tension. "Rachael, did you enjoy eating Savannah's pussy?" I saw the look in her eye's when she came out of the bedroom and there was no doubt she'd had a good time. "Yes Master." She was her usual chipper self. "Did she cum often?" "Yes Master. She came at least 3 times that I'm sure of. I think there may have been two other times as well but they were less intense." She seemed proud of herself and I decided it was time to give her confidence a bit of a boost. "Excellent. You did well today with just one small exception. When Savannah first arrived I detected a bit of jealously from you. I cannot tolerate that. Get it under control before I'm forced to take action." I didn't want to give her too much of a boost. "I think you've earned a bit of a reward yourself." I rose and led her to the bedroom. For then next two hours I made love to her. It was the first time I'd eaten her pussy and I was pleasantly surprised at how good she tasted. She was sweet and as I racked my brain to identify the flavor I realized is was a subtle taste of honey I was detecting. Her pussy was very small with puffy lips that held her tightly closed. As I opened them I got my first surprise. Given her position the first time I fuck her, it was a detail I'd missed. She had an amazing clit. I stood proudly from its hood and was blood red and glistening. It was like a beacon I was drawn to it like a moth to a flame. It was also extremely sensitive. It took just a few strokes with my tongue and she exploded with her first orgasm of the afternoon. I spent a good deal more time eating her pussy and as I began fingering her cunt I got my next surprise. First, she was very tight but then I knew that from our first session. Not, quite as tight as her ass of course but still the tightest pussy I'd had the chance to explore. The real surprise though was her G-spot. I'd managed to find it with the girls and Mom with a bit of effort. I'd even managed to find Savannah's although that took quite a bit more effort. With Rachael, it was impossible to miss. As I curled my finger upward there it was and as soon as I slid my finger over it she exploded again. She was proving to be a real firecracker with a very short fuse. I also spent some time fingering her ass and while she was still extraordinarily tight she had definitely loosened up some. Her work with the dildo was paying off. I worked her to one more orgasm with one finger in her ass, two in her cunt and my thumb working her clit before I removed my fingers and slid my cock into her. I had to push with persistence before I hit bottom and as I did this little firecracker shot of once again and there was the snapper action once again. She was amazing. Her cunt fit like a glove. It was perfectly tight. There's just no other way to describe how well it fit me. It was like her pussy had been custom made for my cock and I almost regretted having to move at all. With her muscles snapping away I almost didn't need to. I was content just to remain held in that silky, pulsing embrace. I did eventually give in and began slowly fucking her with long deep strokes. It didn't take very much of this before I emptied my balls deep in that dark paradise and as I did she went off again. "You are one of the most orgasmic people I know. Have you always been this sensitive?" "Yes Master, does it bother you? I will try to control it if you wish." Even if I wanted her to I doubt she would have succeeded for long. It's tough when you're fighting against nature. "It doesn't bother me. Don't hold back." I was now on a mission to see how many orgasms I could draw from her before she collapsed from exhaustion. "Have you been exercising with your dildo? " "Yes Master, exactly as you instructed." "And you haven't cum during those sessions? I find that hard to believe." She was almost desperate to respond. "I swear Master, I have not cum. I try to concentrate on really bad memories while I'm working with the dildo and that seems to help me maintain control. It also helps me keep from getting too tense around the dildo." She was being totally truthful. "Well then, let's see how the exercises have worked." I slipped my cock from her pussy and pushed her legs up to her chest to ease access. My cock found its target without any assistance and I began to push forward. Her expression changed and as I probed I found she was going into the same memory exercise she used with the dildo. She was thinking about her grandmother's funeral. That was too depressing for me so I left her thoughts alone and refocused on the task at hand. She was only slightly looser than she had been the first time I invaded her rear entrance and it was still a bit uncomfortable. That may have been exacerbated by the workout from the previous night. Whatever the case was I decided she needed more work and I needed to get my last nut elsewhere. "You still need a lot of work here. Before you go home tonight I want you to buy a slightly larger dildo and I want you to start exercising twice a day. Once in the morning and once at night should do. Are you still using lube?" "No Master, just some saliva." "Good, keep it up and let's see if we can't make this fine ass a bit more fuckable." I slipped out of that vise and moved up to her mouth. Realizing what I wanted she grabbed a second pillow and propped her head up to allow direct access and I went right to work fucking her sweet mouth. The contrast of her super-tight ass and her soft mouth was like night and day. The contrast was so drastic I was unable to cum so I just pulled out and jerked off on her pretty little face. I felt much better as I fed her the last few drops and watched her scoop the mess from her face with my cock and then lick it clean. I was satisfied but there was more to do. I still had a goal to achieve. I moved off her chest, flipped her over, drove my cock back into her tight cunt and began banging away. She came. I increased the force of my thrusts and after five minutes of intense work she fired off again. I threw her over on her side, lifted one leg high over my shoulder and turned it up a notch. Five more minutes passed and she was off again. This time her eye's fluttered a bit and I thought I had her but she came back. I was getting more and more determined. I flipped her onto her back, threw the other leg over my shoulder and began slamming so deep I was pounding against her cervix. I had her. She built to one more intense orgasm and as it took hold her eyes rolled into the back of her head and as she came down from this one she was out. That's when I fired off the last load of the afternoon. I was feeling like a gold medal winner at the Olympics as I left her to recover and danced off to the shower. I may have rewarded her a bit too much but that was ok. We'd have sufficient opportunity to balance the accounts. Descendant of Baccus Pt. 11 Chapter 11 Helped and Helping I got home to find Savannah at the kitchen table with Mom. They were deep in conversation and hadn't noticed my arrival. I stood and listened in for a while. "I just don't know. I love him so much. I want to make him happy, I really do. It's just when he was punishing me he seemed to change and it scared me more than I've ever been scared before. I don't know for sure but I got the feeling he scared himself. If I could just figure out what he wanted from me I would do anything to avoid putting him in that position again." I read her thoughts and found that she actually feared for her life. By the time I'd delivered the last stroke she was convince I was going to kill her. Knowing this just brought back my own depression at having failed. "Savannah, I know Kenny loves you and he truly doesn't want to hurt you. He'd kill me if he knew I was telling you this but after your session today he called me. He was really upset with himself for having gone so far. He asked me to take special care of you and was really worried about you. Remember, as new as this is to you it is new to him as well. He's really trying to find his own sense of balance and if you can just help him a bit I know he'll get there. You just need to do your very best to insure you don't need to be punished for a while. Don't give up on him just yet." She had definitely told her more than I would have hoped but at least she hadn't told her about my plea for Mom's help. "I would never give up on him. I've given myself to him and if it means dying for him I would. The thought scares the hell out of me but it doesn't scare me as much as thinking I might fail him and really loose everything. I really want to be his perfect slave. I really want to earn his love and respect." She was serious. If I asked for her life she would give it. All she really wanted in return for her total submission was my love. She'd have at least that. This much I could and would promise. "Good then. Stick this out and remember, be careful for a while. You need to try extra hard to be what he needs you to be and I promise you, he will be trying just as hard to find his balance." It seemed they a reached a conclusion so I eased back out of the room. I didn't want them to know I was listening. When I reentered they were talking about the salve Mom had applied and how well it seemed to be working. I put on a happy face and let them know I was home. "Hey ladies. How are you too getting on?" The reaction was almost comical. Savannah immediately fell to the floor on her knees and smiled up at me like a loyal dog that was happy to see his Master. For Mom's part, she was startled by my sudden entrance and even more startled by Savannahs reaction. She was so used to sharing coffee and long conversations with Savannah. They were peers. Now Savannah was a slave and she was the Mother of her Master. None of that had truly sunk in until this moment. Odd; she had tended to Savannah's wounds and talked to her intimately about her new role and still it was this moment that finally brought it home for her. A quick read of Mom's thoughts made me realize she was reacting as if she had lost a best friend. It was time for the two of us to have a long conversation. "Savannah, come with me." She began to crawl behind me. "It will be easier if you walk behind me." "Yes Master." She rose and walked the prescribed two paces behind. I led her to the basement where she would be making her new home for a while. The house had a full basement that had been only partially finished. I guess we never really had need for this space. I led her to the far end and a room that had represented the only real finished space. It was painted beige and had a nice plush carpet on the floor in a light brown. There were a number of recessed lights that made the space seem warm even though it was very sparsely furnished. The furnishings were limited to two wicker loveseats that were cushioned and that was all. These were actually surplus from the backyard furniture. "You will take the cushion from the two loveseats and use them as a mattress. I will have some sheets and a pillow sent down for you. When I'm at work you are to provide assistance in the house. My mother will tell you what is required. You will treat her with the same respect I require of you and you will insure she is always satisfied with your efforts. When you are not busy with the tasks she assigns you will remain in this room until I call for you. You may read during these times. You have my permission to take any book from my library that might interest you. Just be sure to return them to their proper place when you're done." She was not totally uncomfortable with the space and I detected some pleasure at the thought of doing Mom's bidding when I was away. This was a good thing and I felt better once again. "How does your ass feel?" "Better Master. Thank you" "Let me see." She turned and eased her skirt up to her hips. She was striped with nasty looking welts that marked each blow of the crop. However, they were not as angry looking as they had been. She would recover and I was reasonably certain the marks would vanish. "Continue to use the salve for the next day or two. You can lower your skirt." I was feeling a little better having seen that her ass was not in as bad a shape as I'd feared. "You will join us for dinner again. Be ready at eight." I turned and left without waiting for a response. I returned to the kitchen and asked Mom if we could talk. I couldn't wait so she called the girls down and asked them to get dinner started and we headed off to the den. "Mom, I heard your conversation with Savannah." She gasped at this revelation. "I'm sorry Kenny. I knew I was saying too much but she really needed the encouragement. I just figured it might help you if she knew you were unhappy as well. I hope you're not angry with me." "No Mom, I'm not. It's probably a good thing that you told her what you did. I just wish it wasn't necessary. I feel like such an idiot. I've sworn to myself there will be no more punishments until I learn to control myself. Mom, I just don't know how to go about that. I seem to get so carried away I'm almost blind." She immediately moved to my side and took me in her arms. For that instant I was just her son again and it was pure maternal instinct she was displaying. "I'm going to tell you something I could never tell you if your Dad was still with us. It is a secret we shared alone and I want you to promise me you won't share it with anyone." "Sure, ok." I was completely focused now. Mom always some magic at hand to make me feel better and I had no doubt she was about to pull another rabbit from her hat. Besides, this family secret had to be a real winner if they had guarded it so closely. "Your father and I were already married when he took his first slave. I remember it like it was yesterday. She was actually a lot like Savannah though she hadn't yet become independent. In fact, as I recall she was just finishing her last year at the university. Your Dad met her when she applied for an internship in her final year." "Your father had an uncanny ability to read people. I'm pretty sure you've picked that up from him though I'm not sure you fully realize it yet. He immediately sensed her submissive nature and had already been toying with the idea of taking a slave as a bit of an experiment. He also found that she was very much attracted to him but was afraid to do anything that might show it because she feared being rejected. She'd apparently suffered a number of bad relationships and was a bit scarred as a result." "All this played perfectly into his fantasy and he decided he'd give it a shot. I remember when he first told me about his plans and I thought he was crazy. He'd never shown the slightest sign of being domineering but I was his wife so I promised to help him in any way I could. I had no idea just how much help he was going to need." "It was a week or so after he'd shared this with me that he put the plan in motion. It was in his office. He had called Alicia in on the pretext of wanting to review some reports she had prepared and during the review he was seeding her desire for him. By the time they had reviewed the last report she was horny as hell and that's when he pounced." "I remember his recounting of it almost verbatim. I went pretty much this way;" "Alicia, you are one of the sexiest women in this office. I'm sorry to be so forward but I just want to tear your clothes off here and now and fuck the shit out of you. If you don't get up and leave right this instant that's exactly what I'm going to do." "She sat in stunned silence and he pounced on her. She never had a chance as he did exactly as he said. He literally tore her clothes off and was inside her in a flash. I remember him telling me how wet she was and how easily he had entered her and I remember thinking it was a damn good thing he had read her correctly. If he hadn't it would have been rape." "Before he finished with her she had sucked his cock and taken him in her virgin ass as well and that was when he lowered the hammer. Again, I remember it almost verbatim." "Alicia, I know you loved every moment of this so please don't try to deny it. Now, if you ever want to experience this kind of wild passion again you will have to agree to a few things. I want you to be my sex slave. I want to own you. I want to be able to do whatever I want with you whenever I want and I want you to be ready to accept whatever that is. Right now I want you to get dressed and go home. If you come back to work tomorrow I'll take that as agreement and I will begin to train you to be a proper sex slave. If you don't agree than for your own sake, please don't come back." "He watched as she cobbled her clothes together and hurried out of his office without saying a word. He had read her thoughts as she left and through the jumble he was convinced she would be back and that night he was a different man in bed. It was the most intense night we had ever had. It was also the night we conceived Carrie. I actually think that might be why she's so sexually wild." "At any rate, Alicia did come back the next day and came straight to his office. He made her wait for a while and when he finally let her in he just looked at her and she froze. He told her he presumed her return meant she was prepared to become his sex salve and she said yes. He led her into his chamber without any further comment, made her strip and then tied her down. He took just a moment to explain that part of her training would involve pain. It was necessary if she were to be taught her true position. He then proceeded to paddle her ass until she passed out. He brought her around and went right to fucking her ass until she passed out again. By the time he was done she was a wreck and when he finally realized how out of control he had gotten he lost it and cried like a baby. "He brought her home with him and just like with Savannah I helped ease her pain and just like with you, he came to me for help. I'd never seen him as depressed as he was that day and I never saw him get that depressed again. But all of this is only a prelude to the secret I mentioned. The real secret is how I was able to help your father discover his limits and finally achieve self-control." "There was really only one way to do it. He had to be able to administer his punishments with someone who was free to tell him when he was loosing control. He needed someone who loved him enough to accept this side of him and could help him nurture it until it was a beast he controlled and not one that controlled him. He needed me." Of all the things I had seen and heard so far and thought were intense this was by far the most intense. My Mom had been treated like a slave all in the name of love and the desire to help my father conquer his slaves while he conquered his own inner beast. What came next just floored me. "Kenny, I want you to use me the same way. Practice with me. I know what's involved and I know how to help you. Let me do this for you and we'll have your breast worked into shape in no time at all." I was speechless. Mom had just offered to let me abuse her, all in the interest of helping me. She was right off course. I could never loose control with her. She was one of only a few people I knew who could do this for me. But, I also knew I could never do this. I could see me tying her up and fucking her wildly. Actually, I could see me really enjoying it. I just couldn't see me taking a paddle or whip to her. I knew immediately that if I did this I would truly be lost. And that's when it came to me. There was a way she could help and I could still save my soul in the process. "Mom, I can't. I love you for offering but I just can't. I do have an idea though. What if I had you with me when I punish my slaves? You could still help keep me grounded and in control and I wouldn't have to be traumatized with images of your ass turning red as I beat it." It seemed like a perfect plan to me. "Kenny, I really wouldn't mind. To tell you the truth, I actually learned to enjoy it with your father at times. It made all my senses seem more alive so when we got around to the sex it was amazingly intense. I think I might like getting to experience that again." Well, maybe my plan wasn't as fool proof as I thought. Mom wanted to be tired up and beaten. I still didn't think I could do it so I decided to buy some time. "Jeez Mom, I'm going to need to think about that a bit. How about this? You help me learn how to administer punishment effectively and we can talk about you and me after I'm a bit more comfortable with my role as Slave Master." "Ok. I can do that. But remember, I'm here and ready if you need me. Now you need to do something for me cause all this talk is got me hot as hell." She rose, stripped off her pants and kneeled over the edge of the couch. "Fuck me hard. I need to feel you slamming my pussy and my ass before I explode." Now this was a request I could satisfy. I stepped up behind her glorious ass, dropped my pants and slammed my cock into her dripping cunt. Mom squealed with delight as I began to assault her crack as hard and as fast as I could. I was a machine and she was stoking the engine. Here was my Mom trash talking and egging me on. "That's it Kenny. Fuck my nasty cunt. Fuck your mother like she deserves. Fuck me hard. Make mommy cum all over you're beautiful cock." I was loving every nasty word and fucking her for all I was worth. If she wanted to be slammed then I was the man to do it. I stepped it up a notch and she kept up with the trash talk. "Spank my ass while you fuck my dripping hot cunt. Make me scream you beautiful son of a bitch. Your mother fucking cock feels so good in mommy's nasty little pussy. Make me cum. I want to cum all over your beautiful hard cock and then I want you to shove it in my mouth and cum for me. I want to taste my cum mixed with yours. Yeah, just like that. Just a little more. Make me cum for you. Make me your bitch. Fuck your bitch mother!" That was it. She couldn't speak and cum at the same time and she was cumming as hard as I've ever seen. Had she not begged me to cum in her mouth I would have lost it as well but with a bit of work I managed to hold out long enough to pull out and move around to her head. She immediately opened wide and I shoved my cock all the way in and down her throat. That was all I could take. I pulled back quickly, grabbed my cock and sprayed her tongue. She got her wish as our juices mixed in her mouth. I delivered three more strong blasts but these I aimed at her face. If she was going to be my bitch I might as well give her a proper bitch bath. She was starting again. "Ah yeah, that's it. Cum on mommy's face. Make me your bitch and cream all over my face." She grabbed my cock and stroked the last few weak shots out and then began using it to spread my cream all over her face and her tits before she took me back in her mouth. I stayed hard as she sucked with such force I thought my head was going to implode, and then she let me go. "I need this dick shoved deep in mommy's ass. Shove it in and fuck the shit out of me. Do it now." She was as wanton a bitch as any woman could be. I moved back around as she reached back and spread her ass open for me. "Shove that dick up my ass. Make me scream." I did, as she demanded. In one vicious push I was buried in her ass and she was screaming in delight. "Ah god, that's it. Fuck your mother up her tight ass. Fuck me hard. Make it hurt for a week. I want to remember how good your cock feels in my ass every time I take a shit. My ass is yours." I was pounding her so hard it almost hurt as my balls slapped against her pussy. I'd never imagined Mom could be so wild. I didn't want this to end. I grabbed my pleasure center and pushed hard to delay the inevitable and continued to slam Mom's ass as hard and deep as I could. "Ah god Kenny, you're going to make me cum again. Do it. Fuck my ass and make me cum for you. That's it, right there. That's the way. That's it." Again, she lost her ability to speak as she exploded violently and I still kept it up. I drove her to one more orgasm before she begged me to put it back in her mouth. "Ah fuck Kenny, let me taste my ass on your cock. Come fuck my mouth baby. Give me your hot cum. Let me drink you down." That sounded fine to me and again I moved around a shoved my cock in her mouth but this time I took control. "I'm going to fuck your slut mouth and cum right down your fucking throat", and that's exactly what I did. I grabbed her hair and gave her the most intense skull fuck anyone could imagine. In fact, I was banging her mouth so hard I actually wondered if I was going to break her nose. I looked for any sign of pain and finding none I slammed her a few more times and then flooded her throat with my cream. She choked and sputtered and swallowed for all she was worth and when I delivered the last of the major shots I pulled my cock from her mouth and slapped the last few drops over her freshly fucked face. It's amazing what an unbridled fuck session can do for you. All was right with the world once more and I was starving. We both headed up stairs to clean up and when we got back down dinner was ready and the girls were sitting at the table with the biggest shit-eating grins I've ever seen. Savannah was at her place on the floor looking neutral but a quick probe told me all three of them knew exactly how intense my session with Mom had been and they were all horny as hell. The smell of the food was heavily laced with the musky scent of three steaming pussies and Mom's freshly fucked holes and just as I was devising a plan to see that they were all satisfied the doorbell rang. "Sit, I'll get it." Mom was about to jump up when I stopped her. As I got up I shot a quick telepathic question at Mom. "Is Savannah going to create any embarrassment? Should I send her back to her room?" The answer I got back wasn't much help but was an obvious response all the same. "It depends on who it is and what they want." I decided to leave Savannah where she was and play it by ear. I opened the door to find my childhood sweetheart and I immediately forgot about everything else. This was the girl I was starting to explore my sexuality with when my world came crashing down. This is the girl who stood by me throughout my rehabilitation. This is the girl I most often fantasized about when I masturbated. In short, she was my wet dream and much more. She was five-seven and maybe 115 pounds. She had light brown hair that she used to wear long but was now cut in a short shag. Either way it looked great on her. Her eyes were large round pools of honey that drew you in until you thought you would drown in them. But her best facial feature was her lips. They were full and red and just screamed out to be kissed. Of course, now that I knew a bit more they also screamed out for a cock. Descendant of Baccus Pt. 11 She had a long slender neck and as I recall it was very sensitive. Kissing her neck, especially along the back up near her hairline and close to her ears never failed to leave her panting and covered in goose bumps. It never took much of this before she begged me to stop. Her breasts were fuller and firmer than they were when we were first together. Back then they were nice handfuls with perky nipples but she didn't have enough to created a defined cleavage. Now they were firm melons with a pronounced cleavage and nipples that often showed through whatever she was wearing. I often fantasized about what it would be like to slide my cock between those magnificent globes while toying with her nipples. Maybe it was time to live out that fantasy. Her breasts stood firmly above a flat, very toned belly that was often on display. She had a thing for short cut shirts and low cut pants that framed her belly to perfection. She kept it firm with gymnastics. She had started studying as a child with the thought that one day she would be competing in the Olympics and she had worked very hard to reach that goal. It was sometime during my recovery that she gave up on that idea but she still maintained a fairly rigorous training schedule. She often said it had become like therapy for her. She just loved it too much to quit and given the results, I certainly wasn't anxious for her to give it up. The other benefit gymnastics had was to give her the firmest and roundest ass I'd ever seen. Even better than that, her ass was perched upon a pair of absolutely exquisite legs that I would have gladly spent hours exploring with my tongue until every inched had been mapped in my brain. Her ass and legs were almost always wrapped in tight fitting jeans that left no doubt as to their perfection but it was those times when she wore a skirt or dress that I loved the most. Her legs were far too fantastic to be covered and with the right cut her ass was still magnificently displayed. What really made this package so enticing was the personality held within. She was always cheerful and funny as hell. In my darkest moments she was the one who could always manage to drag a smile from me. She was also very smart. During my recovery we had spent hours talking and working together on a number of my assignment and I quickly came to realize she was as close as anyone to being my mental equal. Very little got by her and I enjoyed the challenge of trying to stay one step ahead of her. She also had a great heart, not just with me, but with everyone she came in contact with. If you needed help she would find a way to help. There would be no questions asked or any expectation of reciprocation. She just helped because it was who she was. She often said it made her feel more human. I think, actually I hope, some of that rubbed off on me. Her parents had named her Sandy for some unknown reason. It was the only thing about her I wasn't real thrilled about. I really can't explain why but the name just didn't seem to fit her. She wasn't real happy with the name either so early on we decided she needed a nickname and man did we have fun finding the right one. We played with everything from the ridiculous (Bubbles), to the ridiculously sweet (Princess) to the ridiculously cartoonish (Bugs). We eventually settled on the ridiculously obvious Mac. It was obvious since her last name was Mc Tavish and ever since then that's what everyone called her. Mac jumped into my arms and kissed me deeply the moment I opened the door. She smelled great. Lilac was the scent and it insinuated itself throughout my senses. I was getting lost in it when she finally broke away. She was so excited she couldn't stand still. She was jumping up and down and shouting, "I did it" with such intensity it was becoming infectious and still I had no idea what she was talking about. It was scary. We were too close for her to have accomplished something so important without my knowing what the goal had been. That's when it struck me. I had gotten so wrapped up in things I had forgotten how we had talked about universities and what it would be like if we could get into the same program in the same school. At the time, it sounded like the best thing in the world. Now that plan seemed like ancient history. And here she was, more excited than I've ever seen her and I was going to have to tell her I wasn't going with her. FUCK! As always, she read me perfectly and suddenly stopped. The energy and her color drained from her as I watched her go from pure joy to total bewilderment. I was going to have to do something fast and without a second thought I decided she need to know everything. I needed to open up to her now or I would do irreparable damage. I couldn't do that to her, especially not to her. "Mac, we need to talk. I'll tell you everything. Please don't get too worried. I think it's all going to be ok but please, trust me for a moment so I can explain. We can talk in my room. Go ahead up and I'll be right behind you. I just want to let Mom know you're here." She hesitated for a second and as I probed her thoughts I saw her light on the word trust. She knew she could trust me. I'd never let her down before and in a flash she decided I was not going to let her down now. I was not feeling all that confident. She finally spoke. "Ok but hurry or I'm going to bust wondering what this is all about." She headed up the stairs and I hurried into the dining room to deal with my family. I needed them out of the way tonight. I especially needed Carrie occupied. I quickly devised a plan. "Mom, Mac is here and I'm pretty sure she got into most if not all of the same universities. I need to spend some time with her to help her understand why my plans have changed." Mom knew immediately what this meant. "Jeez Kenny, be careful son. She's going to be crushed." "I think it'll be ok. I'm going to explain everything and she'll understand. I just hope I can convince her to stick around. I'm realizing I'd miss her way too much if she went off without me." I was quickly coming to the conclusion that the only way this was going to be ok was if I convinced her to stay here with me. "Mom, girls, I want you to help me with something. Savannah experienced painful torture today, maybe a bit too painful. Tonight I want her to experience the other side of torture. I'm hoping you can all work together to teach her how pleasure can become torture." Annie spoke up first. "I don't understand. How do you make pleasure seem like torture?" She really didn't have any idea and I had a brief inkling to see if I couldn't give her a quick lesson, but there was no time for that now. "He's what I want you to do. Make love to her but don't let her cum. Make it last as long as you possibly can before she has the first orgasm. Once she does I want you to give her as many more orgasms a possible. If she passes out, bring her around and give her more. When she finally passes out so deeply that you can't bring her around you'll know you're done with her. When she finally comes back to us both of you will know how torturous pleasure can be." It was Annie again and all the while we were talking no one paid the slightest bit of attention to Savannah. She was little more than a fly on the wall. It was the perfect setup to this night and once again I was extremely thankful for my ability to think quickly. "You are evil baby brother. Can we at least have some fun while we're busy doing your dirty work?" She was being deliciously sarcastic. "Have a blast and I'll see you all in the morning." Neither Mom or Carrie had said a word but a quick probe told me they were both looking forward to this game. I also detected that musky scent again and was disappointed that I wouldn't be there to watch all the fun. Again, I thought quickly and decided I needed a video system installed in the house. There was just too much going on and I didn't want to miss any of it. I finally turned to Savannah. "You will go with them and do exactly as you are told. I don't want to have to punish you again so don't let me down. I will see you tomorrow and Mom will tell me how you performed." Se replied with a simple, "Yes Master" and I headed off to deal with Mac. Descendant of Baccus Pt. 12 Chapter 12 Wet Dreams – Wetter Reality I headed straight for my room and there was Mac stretched out on my bed. The only way this vision could get any better is if she was naked and I was hopeful that would come soon enough. For now, it was time to talk. I lay down beside her and took her into my arms. She felt so warm and smelled so good I just had to hold her for a while. Actually, I momentarily lost the power of speech. Instead, I was getting lost in her embrace and had to fight to regain control. I was desperate to make love to her but I couldn't do that until I had come clean. I loved her too much not to tell her everything first and then hope she would understand and stay. I sat up and turned to face her. "Mac, I have a ton of things to tell you and I really need to tell you everything. It's just that this is going to sound so outrageous I just don't know how you're going to react. The worst part of all of this is I really love you. For me that means I have to be totally honest. But, what if I'm totally honest and as a result you hate me and run away? Jeez, I'm already screwing this up. Loving you isn't the worst thing. In fact it's the best thing I discovered about myself. I guess I'm just a little nervous." She was really worried now. She had never seen me as unsure of myself as I was at that moment and she had also never heard me tell her I loved her. The combination of the two was confusing her. "Kenny, I love you too. I always have and I always knew you loved me. I mean I sensed you felt that way. I really love that you want to be honest with me but you're scaring me a bit. I mean, I think I can deal with most anything but I've never seen you like this. You're not going to tell me you're gay or something are you?" She was searching for some explanation and when she came on the gay idea it really scared her. I had to laugh just a bit. "No Mac, I promise, I'm not gay. It's a whole lot stranger than that. Let me try something with you and maybe it'll help you understand." I looked into her most recent memories and discovered what I was looking for. "Mac, you came here tonight hoping we would finally have a chance to make love." Hearing this, she immediately turned red and just looked at me trying to digest what I'd just said. "Was I being so obvious?" She hadn't even considered that I might be reading her thoughts. I was being too subtle. "No, you weren't. Let's try this again." This time I looked for something that I could not possibly know or guess and lo-and-behold there it was. "Mac, I'm sorry to embarrass you but in the shower this morning you were thinking about tonight and you masturbated. You had a really strong orgasm." I threw that last bit in to be sure I was driving the point home. She turned even redder and gasped. "How the hell could you know that? If you were spying on me I'll kill you." Now she was pissed. "Mac, please clam down. I wasn't spying on you. I would never do that to you. I recently discovered an ability that will seem very strange to you. I know it seemed strange to me at first. You see, I can read your thoughts." She stopped me before I could continue. "You've got to be kidding me. I don't believe it. You're just playing with me." She really didn't believe it was anything more than luck at best or spying at worst. I needed something more if I was going to convince her. I decided it was time to tweak her a bit. I tapped into her pleasure center and mentally nibbled on her clit just a bit. She jumped off the bed and backed as far away from me as she could. "Jeez, what the fuck was that? What did you just do to me?" The first thing that caught me off guard was the language. Mac never used that language and coming from her it seemed totally inappropriate. The second thing that caught me was her fear. I scared her now and that was not what I was intending. "Please Mac, I'm sorry. You see I also discovered that I have the ability to manipulate people as well. I just touched your pleasure center. I'm sorry. I just needed to do something that would help you see just how real this is. I promise not to do that again. Please come back and talk with me. Please." I really needed to settle her down. "Jesus Kenny, this is just too much. How did you discover this power?" She still hadn't come back to sit with me but I could see some of the tension draining out of her. "We'll, I guess I really discovered it at the party. By the way, I'm really sorry I didn't get to spend any time with you. It was just so crazy." She started to ease back to the bed. "I was really pissed with you that day. If you had been able to read my thoughts that day you would have know I was hoping that would have been the day we first made love." With that declaration she sat on the bed and punched me. This was no love tap. It caught my upper arm and it hurt. That was one more failure to add to my growing list. "Sorry Mac, I was just really overwhelmed that day. Actually I've spent most of the time since then feeling overwhelmed. There's more though. You see I've found out that this power is something that runs in the family. All the men seem to have the same ability to varying degrees. My father was a master at this and used it to help a lot of people improve their lives. He actually turned it into a consulting business that is now mine." I figured I'd hit her with the good stuff first and then try to ease her into my kinkier activities. "You're serious; you can read and manipulate people's minds. This is just too weird. Can you really make me do things?" Her tone had shifted. Now it was less tinged with fear and more with curiosity. "I can but I won't. The thing of it is I could but I won't use this to do things to anyone unless they want me too. There have been times in my family history where this power has been abused and it always resulted in disaster. I am trying very hard and will continue to try very hard to be sure I don't make that mistake." I knew that wasn't totally true. I might make Philippe's wife do things that she wouldn't be asking for but for now I rationalized that this was not abuse. This would be done in the service of a client. I really wasn't sure how long this rational would hold up. "This is just too much to get my head around. What exactly could you make me do?" By now her curious nature was fully engaged. "Well, I guess I could make you do pretty much anything. It's all pretty new to me so I'm not really sure if there are any limitations to this gift. I've tried it with a few people but so far, I've only done things they wanted done. I haven't forced anyone to do something they would be uncomfortable with or unhappy about." I thought about my two slaves and felt just a bit better. As out of control as I had been, in the end it was nothing more than delivering what they needed to be happy. "Wow, I don't know what to say. I guess this is going to take a while to settle in." I looked into her thoughts and saw she was wondering if what she felt for me might have been something I planted. I needed to nip this one in the bud quickly. "Mac, I swear to you, until this moment I've never even looked into your thoughts. I have never done anything even close to manipulating you. No matter what happens to us I really need you to trust me on this one. I would not do that to you. I really do love you and I would never do anything to abuse your trust." I wasn't sure I was getting through and as hard as it was not to influence her, I decided to let her reach her own conclusions. "I guess I believe you. It's just strange knowing you could do this stuff. How would I know if you were or weren't manipulating me? I've always trusted you. I really want to trust you even now. Jeez, this is so confusing." Her mind was working a mile a minute but I stayed out of her thoughts and waited to see where she would head with this. "I guess I trust you. I know I love you. I can't believe you planted that in my head. I won't believe that. You just need to promise me one thing. No matter what, I want you to stay out of my head. Promise me, you'll let me be me. If you can promise me that I promise not to question you on this again." I sensed she was not fully convinced but she was also not prepared to run away. "Mac, I promise, more than that, I swear I will never invade your thoughts or manipulate you in any way unless you specifically ask me to. I promise you this with all my heart. No matter what, I will let you be yourself." This was as heart-felt a promise as I could give. I would not violate it for the world and having made the promise I had to let her decide whether to accept it or reject it. It was torture waiting for her to digest this. She stared deeply into my eyes and finally wrapped me in her arms and whispered, "I love you". We had passed the first hurdle. I needed to take her to the next and I was going to stick with the good stuff for a bit more. "Mac, there's a lot more I need to tell you but first I think it might help if I tell you a bit about how I think I'm going to be using this gift." I decided Josh's daughter was the best example I had to help her understand how good this could be. "I have a new client coming in next week. He called yesterday about a problem with his daughter. You see, she was raped and she has been so traumatized by it that she can't even get near another man. Her father says she even cringes when he tries to hug her. I'm going to try to get into her head and see if I can't ease her pain. I believe I can. That's just one example of the kinds of things I believe I can achieve with the gift. I'm really going to try to do as much good for people as I can." I think I touched a nerve. "Wow, you really think you can help her?" Mac always had a big heart. If she could help she would and when she couldn't she grieved. I definitely hit a nerve. "I'm pretty sure I can. I just need to get into her head and convince her it wasn't her fault and the beast that did this to her is just that, a beast. He's not a man. He's an animal. If I can make her see the creep for what he really is I think I can help her get past this horror." I wasn't convinced it would be as easy as I was making it seem but I really was confident I could help. "That would be so great. I guess I wouldn't mind being able to do some of that as well. I was going to tell you I got into most of the universities I applied to and I am really leaning toward going to Harvard. They accepted me into the Psychology program." I knew she was going to tell me this and was about tell her about my change of plans when an idea struck me. I had been considering how to get close enough to Shane to be able to help her and was thinking about using Mom as a conduit until I could get her more relaxed. Now I was thinking Mac would be the better choice. They would obviously be closer in age and could talk a bit more comfortably, maybe. It would also help me give Mac something that would make her happy and more comfortable with who I was becoming. "Mac, I think you can do some of what I'll be doing. Hear me out for a second and if you want, maybe you can help me with this. You see, Shane – that's her name by the way, is so traumatized she probably won't be willing to sit with me so I can work with her. I was thinking about using someone else to help intercede. You might be the perfect person for this." "Jeez Kenny, I don't know what I could possibly say or do that would be helpful. I've never even met someone who went through this. I don't see how I could be of much help." I could see she wanted to try but it would take some convincing before she felt any confidence. "Let me explain. You wouldn't be doing this alone. I would be in the background looking into her thoughts. I'd feed them to you and tell you what you needed to say. I'd be with you every step of the way and when we got her past the first stage then I'd come in and work with her directly. You could help me break down the first few walls but you'd have to let me into your head." "You mean I'd be like a puppet? You tell me what to say and I just repeat it?" This wasn't sounding quite so good to her. "Not exactly, I will be feeding you her thoughts and you'll be free to react to them. What I'll feed you will be more like suggestions and you can decide how to use them. As we go along I'll be letting you know how you're doing and you can adjust along the way." I really didn't think this would work if I took total control. If this was going to work I needed her to be herself. If all she did was parrot what I told her Shane would probably see through the charade. "Do you really think I can help her?" I didn't need to read her thoughts to know she really wanted to believe she could. "I really do. Together, I really think we can help her get well." The more I talked this through the more I became truly convinced that this was the right tact. She was sold. "When would we start?" "She's coming in next Thursday. I'm going to start right away. By the way, you should know I get paid very well for my services. If you want to do this you will be getting paid as well and if we can do this together you might want to reconsider your college plans." I dropped the bait out there and wondered if she'd bite. "You're not going are you?" She took it, hook, line and sinker. "No Mac, I'm not. I have a job and a business now. Even if I went I can't imagine having something better to do with my life. At least for now, I'm going to focus on the business and see where it takes me. I'm sorry. I know we made plans together but I just can't walk away from this." The fact that so many people were depending on me to assume the reins and make this work had become secondary in my mind. I really did want to help as many people as I could and this was the best possible chance I could imagine to achieve that goal. "Mac, I wasn't kidding about you changing your plans. I would love it if we could work together at this. If this team effort works with Shane it will work with others. If you really want to get into peoples heads and help them through their personal problems I can't think of a better way to do it than this. Besides, it would let us be together and that was really the plan all along, wasn't it?" The wheels were turning as she worked to digest this. "I don't know Kenny. I've been so focused on getting into college. I don't know if I can just turn away from it just like that. Besides, my parents would die if I told them I decided not to go. You should have seen them when I got the letter from Harvard. I've never seen them so happy." I knew exactly what she was going through. It was just a short time ago that I went though all the same thoughts and the same sense of withdrawal. "Don't decide now. Help me with Shane first. If you want to stick with it I can help with your parents. If you decide you still want to go the Harvard, I'll stand by you. Whatever you decide, I'll still love you." I hit the mark once again and once again she wrapped me in her arms "Ok, let's do it and see what happens." She kissed me deeply as if the conversation had reached its conclusion. It was time to drop a few bombs. "Mac, there's more I need to tell you. I'm sorry but this is going to get a lot stranger. Please hear me out." She was disappointed as she broke away and waited to see just how this could get any stranger. I told her everything. I told her about my family history. I told her about my role in the family. I told her about Mom and me. I told her about Carrie and me. I told her about my slaves. I left nothing out. By the time I was done she was sitting in stunned silence. That's when I dropped the biggest bomb. It was something I had discovered in dad's files and it involved her parents. "Mac, your parents were also clients of my father's. You were six and your father came to my father because he was having trouble with your mom. She was unhappy and your father didn't know why or what to do. That's when they became clients and that's when dad discovered they were having sexual problems. It seems your father was having some difficulties getting aroused since you were born. He didn't understand why this was happening and your mother, out of frustration had taken a lover." This hit her like a ton of bricks and seeing this hurt so intensely it shocked me. I really did love her and the depth of that love suddenly became so real it shocked me into a momentary silence. I recovered and pressed on. "Mac, Dad helped them through it. He counseled them and helped them see just how in love they were. He taught them how to be sexual again and by the time he finished with them they were more deeply in love that ever before. Mac, the last thing you need to know is this. We became friends because of this. You see, as they were being counseled your mom left you at my house with my mom. That's when we met and started playing together. We've been friends ever since." The change was so sudden and so intense it was as if something in her snapped. I was suddenly convinced I'd pushed her to far. How could I have promised not to look into her thoughts? How stupid had I been? How much damage had I done to her? All this was barreling through my head when she suddenly growled at me, "Who was she fucking?" It was pure venom. I didn't need to search her thoughts for this one. She wanted to know who the bastard was and then she wanted to kill the prick. I had to fight to get her back in my arms and it took all I had to hold her there. I needed to sooth her somehow and I couldn't tell her the one thing she now wanted to know. I could not betray the trust my father had earned any more than I could break my promise not to invade her mind. All I could do was hold her close and hope she would be calmed by my touch. "I love you Mac. That's all you need to know. All I've told you and all I've become hasn't changed that. I love you more than I have loved anyone. I will always love you with all of my heart. You are a part of me." I kept repeating this and praying it would sink in and sooth her soul. I begged the gods to help. I couldn't loose her now. Not after I had opened myself up so completely. I needed her to come back to me and just when I thought all hope was lost she seemed to settle just a bit. That's when the next explosion hit and the violence of it was astounding. She broke away and began wailing on me. The blows were coming with such speed a ferocity all I could do was cover up and let her spend this dark energy. I'd created this monster and I was going to have to endure its wrath. By the time she was spent I was bruised and bleeding from my upper lip and nose. That's when the next change overtook her. Her vision cleared and she realized what she had done. "Dear god, what have I done. Shit, look at you. You're bleeding. Ah shit." She collapsed into my arms and started balling and I just kept telling her how much I loved her and how sorry I was for hurting her and on and on and on until she finally calmed again. The roller coaster ride had finally come to and end and with a few more sniffles she started to come back to me. She kissed my busted lip and dabbed at my bloody nose with her fingers. She was coming back to me. Mac was coming back and I finally began breathing again. "Please tell me there are no more secrets you have to share with me." She was desperate to know the worst of it was over. "That's all there is. I'm really sorry but I couldn't live with myself if I kept these secrets from you. Not from you. I love you too much. Please don't hate me." I heard my own desperation in that last request and with it I realized I needed her more than everything else I had or might have in the future. If I couldn't have Mac then none of this was going to be nearly as sweet as it could be. With her, it would all be ok. Descendant of Baccus Pt. 12 "I don't hate you. I could never hate you. I just don't know how I'm going to deal with you and everything you are becoming. You're not the same person any more. And still, I love you. Why does everything have to be so damn complicated? All I wanted to do was come here and make love to you. Now I don't know what I want." She was in control again but I sensed it was a fragile grip she was maintaining. "Mac, I know what I want. I never doubted it before and I never will. I want you. I love you. I need you with me. If you can find a way to accept who I've become I will be yours forever. Just try to trust in my love for you and I promise you will never hurt like this again. I swear this will all my heart. You just need to trust me because the person you have always known is still here and you know that person would never break a promise to you. I believe in our love. Believe in it with me." I was sounding pathetic but I couldn't hold back. If I couldn't convince her now I would never get another chance. She looked deep into my eyes before she decided how to respond. "I do trust you. I don't know why but I do. One thing though, don't ever keep secrets from me. I don't care how ugly you think things might be or how hurt I might feel. If I ever find out you kept me in the dark you will loose me. I think I might be able to deal with all this but you had better keep me in the loop with everything. If you can't make this promise to me than we better break away now. I mean it". Her confidence was returning and I was rejoicing in it as I promised. "I swear to you, you will know everything that happens in my life. I won't hold back the slightest detail. But Mac, you need to understand that who I have become is who I will be. There's no turning back now that I've opened these doors. I need to follow this course. Ride with me. Share the adventure. Be my lover for the rest of my life. But, please don't expect me to go back to the way I was. That's the one thing I can't promise you." It was time to get her to commit. It was time to test her resolve. It was time to risk my deepest love. "Take the good with the bad and everything in between I guess. All right. I'll go along for the ride. Just be patient with me. You're going to take some time to get used to. Now, let's stop wasting time and make love to me before I change my mind." I won. I had her and for the first time since entering this new and strange world I finally felt a real sense of joy. With Mac at my side it would all be good. I shut up and kissed her. She tasted a bit salty from all the tears she had shed but she was delicious all the same and before long our hands were exploring each other's bodies. I was back to being a kid, clumsily fondling her breasts, but now I knew so much more. I needed to taste them and as I eased her out of her top I did just that. Her nipples were already hard and as I licked and sucked each of them they swelled to become fat little buttons. Unlike the others, Mac's nipples didn't stand out very far. Instead, they grew fat and wide and from her reaction they were clearly very sensitive. She wasn't as large as the others either, I'd guess a B cup, but they were perfectly shaped and firm. As I sucked each of them wantonly I slid my hand down and undid her pants. She was wearing cute little pink panties and as I slid my hand down over the silky material I discovered they were wet. I don't mean they were damp or moist. I mean they were soaked. She was dripping in anticipation. I fondled her a bit more and then brought my hand back up so I could smell and taste her. "Do I taste good?" Her voice had grown husky and very sexy. "You taste fantastic. In fact, I need more." I slid down her body and in one smooth move I relieved her of both her pants and her panties and then dove in, tongue first. She shivered and squealed with the first touch and before too much longer she was bucking against my tongue. She was very close but I decided her first orgasm should be with me inside her. It was a challenge to pull away. She had taken hold of my head and was trying to force me to make her cum. "God Kenny, don't stop. I've waited so long for this. Please make me cum." She was riding my tongue like a wild woman. "Not yet Mac. I want to be inside you. I want the first orgasm I give you to be with my cock deep inside your beautiful pussy. I broke her grip on my head and as she groaned in frustration I slid up her body and let my cock find its own way inside the treasure box. She felt every bit as good as I had imagined. I'm sure there are times when the fantasy is better than the reality. This was not one of those times. In fact it felt so right I knew it was just a matter of a few strokes and I was going to loose it. I needed to hold out. What I was really hoping for was for us to cum together and since I had promised not to toy with her head I toyed with mine as I began to take long and slow, deep stokes. She was building to orgasm once again and the squishing sound we were making as I slid in and out of her let me know just how wet she had become. I leaned forward and kissed her and then whispered, "cum with me". She reached down and grabbed my ass so she could pull me into her and whispered back, "do it now, I'm ready". That was all I needed to hear. I let myself go and as the first jet of cum leapt forward she fell over the edge. "Oh god Kenny, I can feel you cumming inside me. Just a little more. Yeah, that's it. Oh fuck, yes. Fill me with your cum. There it is. There..... It........ Is......" Her pussy was sucking at my cock, milking it for all it could offer as her nails dug into my ass to hold me tight inside her. I flooded her. I just couldn't stop. I was pumping wave after wave of cream deep inside her and she was begging for more. It seemed like a lifetime before we started to come back down and before she finally released her grip on my ass. She finally collapsed beneath me and I just lay on top of her whispering my undying love for her. It was then that I decided she would have to become my official wife. I know Mom said marrying outside the family sometimes created difficulties but this just had to be. We would work through the difficulties and we would share a lifetime of love and adventure. "Mac, don't answer now but I want you to be my wife. I want to share everything with you. I want us to be a team. Take some time to get used to who I've become and please tell me you will be mine. Nothing in my life will be as good as it could be unless I have you to share it with." I know. How many times has this happened? A guy finally gets his dick wet with his childhood sweetheart and he's suddenly professing his undying love for the wench he's buried in. This was different. I'd loved her for so long that this was just a punctuation mark. I wanted her to accept me on my terms and if she could do that we would create a paradise. She kissed me deeply and as we broke away she looked deeply into my eyes and began to cry. "Oh Kenny, I can't tell you how many times I've dreamed about you asking me. It's just that I never dreamed it would be like this. I never dreamed that I would be sharing you. I'm not sure how I can live without you and I'm not sure how I can live with you. I don't want to be just one more in your harem. I love you too much for that." "Mac, you won't be sharing me. We will be sharing together. You will always be the most important person in my life. It's a life I want to build together with you. Share this adventure with me and I promise you, I will never make you feel like just another member of my harem. Be my partner and let's travel this road together." I was absolutely convinced that this was the right thing to do and I was equally convinced that I could make her feel just as loved as Dad and made Mom feel. This could work. Once again she stared into my eyes as if she was looking for some inner truth and oddly enough she seemed to find what she was looking for. Her smile warmed my soul and her words filled me with joy. :"Kenny, I'll marry you. I'll share my life with you. I will be by at your side through it all. Just promise me, you'll never shut me out or push me aside. Promise me that and I'm yours forever." The tears were gone and the conviction in her voice left no doubt that she was serious. "You have my word. We will live this life together and if you ever feel like you're being left out just tell me. I will do whatever it takes to make this right for us. It will be strange at times. It will be confusing at times. It will be intense and very erotic almost all the time. And, we will share it all. I love you." "There's just one more thing Kenny. If you really want to look into my mind it's ok. I'm not going to keep any secrets from you so looking inside me is ok. Just promise me you won't go in there and make me do things. At least, don't make me do anything without telling me first. If you did that I'd just feel like one of your slaves and I don't think I could stand that." I didn't need to look inside to see that she was deadly serious. "I promise. I won't steal your free will. I want you to share this life freely. I need you to share freely. You will never need to worry about that. Even my slaves share freely. I do nothing to them that they don't desire of me. With all my heart, I promise I will never manipulate you." Her free spirit was what I loved most about her. To smother that spirit would be to destroy that most precious element of who she was. I had no doubt I could and would keep this promise. We didn't need any more words after that. I was still hard and she was still wet. Our lovemaking lasted the rest of the night and into the next morning. Neither of us slept a wink and I for one, felt great. We ended in the shower with one more session before I had to go off to work and Mac headed home. I was going to go over to her house that night to share the news with her parents. I stopped in at the guesthouse briefly before heading to the office to be sure the girls were Ok and seeing all was well I headed off to my next adventure, whatever that would be. I was deliriously happy. Descendant of Baccus Pt. 13 Chapter 13 Marriage & Murder I arrived at the office feeling energized and ready to face anything. At least I thought I was ready. Rachel was her usual chipper self and even at this early hour there was a stack of messages waiting. Again, the first one was marked urgent. It was from Philippe and had no return number. "Do you know what this is all about?" I guessed he had made his flight arrangements and would be coming in next week. "Yes Sir, he left a voice message saying he would be arriving at the airport at 10:30 this morning and hoped you would have time to meet with him today." I guess this was more urgent than I had surmised. "What does my schedule look like today?" I was pretty sure I was free and I was getting excited about dealing with my first client. "You have a few calls scheduled for this morning but beyond that your calendar is open. Would you like me to arrange a car to meet him at the airport?" I thought quickly and decided to turn this into a test. "No car. Have the company limo take you to the airport. I would like you to meet him. Also, make a reservation at the Hyatt. Make it a suite with an open departure date. He will probably be a bit worn down from the long flight. I want you to be sure he is comfortable. Do whatever it takes to get him settled in. You can bring him to the office at 2." I quick read told me she knew exactly what I meant by being sure he was comfortable and with out hesitation she responded with a simple "Yes Sir". "Bring my coffee", and with that I headed into my office to deal with the balance of the phone message and to prepare for Philippe. It was 10 when she buzzed to tell me she was heading out. Luann would be filling in for her while she was out. Damn, I had forgotten all about my morning blowjob. So much for rituals. "Ok, send Luann in and check in with me when you get to the hotel." I was tempted to remind her of her instructions but decided to let it go and see how she did once Philippe arrived. Luann knocked on my door a moment later and as she entered I saw Rachael heading down the corridor. Luann was the exact opposite of Rachael. She was the stereotypical bookworm. She stood about 5 foot 6 but looked much shorter as she stood hunched looking down at her shoes. She wore thick glasses that hid most of her face so it was difficult to tell if she was even slightly pretty. Her skin was pale and lightly freckled and her dark red hair was pulled back in a plain ponytail. She had the kind of hair that would explode into a wild bush if set free but I guessed it could be tamed if she took the time to do anything with it. She was dressed in a white blouse that was buttoned up to her neck. It fit loosely so there was no telling if she had breasts at all. She could have been flat for all I could tell. Her skirt was just as unflattering. It was a long, gray, wool tweed that fell just above her ankles. If all of this wasn't bad enough the shoes were the real killers. They looked like old-lady orthopedics in black. She could not have made herself look less inviting if she had tried. Still, my overactive libido began wondering what would be unearthed if I'd taken the time to peel away the layers of frump. She was clearly nervous. In fact, she was wound tighter than a watch spring. If I'd made a sudden move she would have crumbled. It was strange. How could anyone be this nervous? It wasn't like I was some monster. I needed to probe a bit. What I found was a startling combination of things. First, she was generally nervous in front of any new person. She was just to shy and that shyness manifested itself as physical tension. She hated this and wished in the worst way that she could get past this and learn to interact with some measure of normalcy. The second thing I found was a bit more surprising. She was a slave and Uncle Steve was her master. I dug a little deeper and found this was a relatively new status for her and she was still not entirely comfortable with the role. She had entered this role willingly in the hopes that it would help her break out of her shell. She hated being so shy and she hated the fact that it left her virtually incapacitated. She was having her doubts now. The last thing I discovered was pleasantly surprising. Rachael had advised her that I had forgotten about my morning blowjob and let Luann know she might be called on to provide this relief. Luann was not uncomfortable with doing this but was really afraid that she would not perform well enough. It seems Uncle Steve had found it necessary to teach her how to properly perform this service and she still lacked confidence in her abilities. I would be happy to give her my own lesson in the art. "Luann, please have a seat. I have a number of updates for my calendar." She dutifully sat opposite my desk, raised her pad and waited for my instructions. I added a number of appointments and a series of new phone calls I had scheduled. I also moved a few items on the presumption that Philippe would require some time beyond the afternoon. I dictated three letters I needed to get out and also dictated notes I wanted at hand for this afternoons board meeting. In all, it took about an hour and fifteen minutes to get things organized and I was just about to invite her to suck my cock when the phone rang. It was Philippe calling from the car. "Good morning Kenny. Thank you for organizing the car for me. Also, thank you for making time for me. I'm sorry I couldn't provide more notice but I got the last seat and it was on very short notice." I listened as I fantasized about Luann on her knees. "Welcome Philippe, would you excuse me for just a second?" I didn't bother to put him on hold. I decided I'd tickle his libido just a bit. "Luann, please come over here and suck my cock." It was a polite command and she moved without hesitation. She had certainly learned how to free a cock. I was comfortably ensconced in her hot mouth in a flash. "Sorry Philippe, I'm running a little late this morning. I normally like to start my day with a nice blowjob. I find it helps get me settled into the days activities." I was so matter of fact about it he couldn't help but laugh just a bit. "That sounds like a fine way to start the day to me. I wouldn't mind adopting that practice." My casualness seemed to put him at ease. "I heartily recommend it. If you wish, Rachael will be happy to do the same for you. She has very good oral skills. In fact, she will be happy to do whatever you wish to help you get settled in. She's going to take you to the Hyatt and get you checked in. I've asked her to bring you to the office at 2 so you have plenty of time. Enjoy." "Fantastic! She has already suggested as much. Given the current marital problems I've gone without for quite some time. It would be good to release some tension. Thank you." He sounded like a kid at Christmas, opening presents. "Glad to be of service. By the way, if it's not already raised, the limo had a privacy screen. You have about a half hour before you reach the hotel so if you don't wish to wait just let her know what you would like. I'll see you at 2." I was looking forward to hearing his report on her performance. "I look forward to it. Until then." I hung up and began to concentrate on Luann's performance. She was actually pretty good. Her suction was just about perfect and she almost managed to take my full length. With a little more practice she would be an excellent cocksucker. For now, she was performing adequately. Her strokes were long and her hand was following her mouth so my entire length was being coaxed to orgasm. I stopped her. "Luann, are you enjoying yourself?" I had the feeling she was getting pretty excited but was hiding it well. "Yes sir. I've learned to enjoy this very much." She still wasn't looking at me but at least she was conversant rather than offering a simple yes or no answer. "Good, I'd like to see you cum before you get me off. Please raise your skirt and play with your pussy." I embarrassed her and since that was exactly what I'd hoped for I was happy to see her turning red. She came up off her knees and quickly raised her skirt to her waist. She held it there, settled back to her knees and with her free hand she pushed her panties aside and began stroking her pussy. I couldn't get a real good look but I'd say she never shaved. Her bush was thick and hid her pussy completely. If she were mine that would be the first thing I would change. "Are you wet?" "Yes Sir. Sucking cock always makes me very wet. If you will allow me to suck you cock while I'm playing with myself it will help make me orgasm faster." I detected a real need in her voice. "Allow me." I took my cock in one hand and her head in the other as I guided my pole back into her mouth. Once seated, I took her head in both hands and began to slowly fuck her face. I looked down to see two fingers begin to stroke with the same rhythm. "Tell me when you're ready to cum" I instructed. She was going to have to mouth this around my cock. I had no intention of letting her loose until I was ready to spray my load. I was flashing on an image of my cum spraying across her glasses and dripping off her nose and chin. I was going to make a beautiful mess of her innocent face. I increased the speed and force of my thrusts and started to force my cock down her throat. She seemed to be taking it well and I was just a bit disappointed. It went against the image. I was expecting her to gag and fight against my invading pole but she just seemed to get more excited. She was now working her cunt with three fingers and her pace was still matching my own. Oh well. It took a few more minutes of this and she was ready. Each time I pulled out of her throat she manage to get a word out. "I'm Going To Cum". With my cock stuffed in her mouth she sounded like a deaf person trying to speak. As she got the last word out I shoved my cock down her throat and held it there. I didn't have to wait long for the explosion of her orgasm. She came in quiet fits and by the time I pulled my cock from her throat she was turning blue. That's when I let her have it. I stroked my cock once and got her right across both lenses. The next hit her right between the eyes and the last few caught her nose, tongue and chin. I'd done a fine job. She was dripping with cum and her look of innocence was suddenly destroyed. I would never look at her the same way again. "You may go now." I dismissed her without mention of her performance. I figured I'd let her wonder and let Uncle Steve know later where I thought she needed improvement. Like an obedient child she rose and left the office without bothering to wipe her face. I wondered if anyone would notice. I spent the rest of the morning cleaning up odds and ends and before I knew it Rachael was buzzing to let me know they had arrived. "Bring him in please." I was anxious to hear his assessment of her performance and thought it would be a good lesson in humility to have her listen to his critique. I met him in the lounge and was immediately stunned by what I saw. He was not at all what I pictured him to be. I was expecting a man in his late forties or early fifties. Instead, this was a man in his late twenties or early thirties. He was tall at about six foot 3 and seemed to be well built. He was wearing a light gray silk suit that was clearly tailor made for him and he'd dressed it up with a much darker gray shirt and a canary yellow tie. All in all, he was the perfect image of a man who'd achieved wealth and stature. This was not a man who appeared to require my services. This image was further fortified as we shook hands. His grip was firm and confident. He was confident enough not to try to overpower me but firm enough to let me know this was a proud man. Whatever the problem, this could prove to be a difficult case. Too much self-confidence and he would fight my attempts to assist him. Then again, enough self-confidence and he wouldn't need my assistance. This was going to be interesting. I invited him to sit and offered him a drink. Rachael went to the bar to prepare his scotch and soda. I settled for a coke. "How was your trip?" "It was actually very relaxing. The flight was on time and the weather was calm all the way over. Sorry again to provide so little notice but I was really anxious to meet you and see how you might be able to help." "It's quite all right. I was actually looking forward to meeting you and my schedule has been pretty flexible so for. I suspect it will get much busier before too much longer so it's probably better that you came sooner rather than later. Tell me, did Rachael do an adequate job making you comfortable?" "Yes, she was wonderful. By the way, I really do like your morning ritual. I've decided I will be adopting that from now on." He was smiling like a kid. I hope I won't embarrass you with this but Rachael is in training and it would be very helpful if you could assess her performance more specifically. Can you tell me what she did for you and what you thought of those services?" Rachael had returned with the drinks and was standing along side my chair. "Oh, I see. Well, I guess that's the least I can do. I took up your suggestion and had her give me a blowjob in the car. She was really quite good. In fact, she may have been the best I've ever had." Rachael was beaming. "When we got to the hotel I decided to take her to bed. I was pleased to find that she wasn't wearing panties and her pussy was quite wet. She felt really good and responded very nicely. I guess my only disappointment was I was unable to make her cum. I do like to give my women as much pleasure as I receive from them." Rachael's smile faded a bit with that one. "Rachael, why is it that you didn't cum for the gentlemen?" I was firm with her even though I knew the answer. "I'm sorry Master. I was only following your instructions. I had not received your permission to cum so I fought off the urge." She turned to Philippe. "I'm sorry to have displeased you sir." Philippe was about to respond when I jumped in. "My apologies Philippe. I have Rachael under strict instructions not to orgasm unless she is granted permission. I'm afraid I forgot to fill you in. If you would like to try again I can set her free. She is actually very orgasmic and would probably have cum several times had I allowed her that freedom." I had him stirred and a quick look into his thoughts told me he was intrigued by her servitude and curious about how she would respond in the throes of orgasm. I also found him wondering what her ass would feel like. He had apparently fucked her doggie style and was lusting over that fine specimen. "Did you have a chance to sample her ass?" I decided to chide him on a bit. "No, I'm afraid I missed out on that delicacy. Is it as good as it looks?" He was hooked and Rachael knew it. "Her ass is very nice and getting better. She is actually very tight but I've had her doing exercises that have loosened her up just enough to be enjoyable. Rachael, go get the 9-inch dildo and bring it back here. I'd like you to demonstrate for the gentleman." She responded with a simple but embarrassed, "yes Master" as she headed off to retrieve the toy. "Philippe, please let her demonstrate for you and then feel free to try her out yourself. I think you'll be pleasantly surprised at just how good her ass is." He was having second thoughts about this. He was actually getting a bit embarrassed by the thought of performing in the company of others. I figured I'd help him get over it with a few mild tweaks. I had him ready a raring to go by the time Rachael returned. "Rachael, bed over the couch and demonstrate." She did as instructed. "Philippe, when I first started her training she was so tight it was almost painful to fuck her ass. Since then she's been working with the dildo each morning and now she can take it with just a bit of saliva as her lube. I think the tightness is just about right but maybe you can let me know what you think." He never took his eyes off Rachael as she began to work the plastic dick into her asshole but he was paying attention. The bulge in his custom made trousers told me his dick was paying attention as well. Rachael had worked most of the dildo into her ass at this point and was now stroking it comfortably and I found myself getting excited as well. Maybe this would be a good time to introduce her to a bit of double penetrating action. Then again, with Philippe it might not be a good idea. I'd have to play this one by ear. "Rachael, are you ready for a real cock?" Whether she was ready or not Philippe was. "Yes Master." The response was more of a moan than a clear verbalization. She was obviously on a hair trigger. "Philippe, she's all yours." My tweaking obviously did the trick. He was out of his clothes and in position in no time at all. His cock was about the same length as mine but he had more girth. In fact, he was wider than the dildo now stuffed in Rachael's ass. This was going to become interesting. Rachael sensed him behind her and eased the dildo out so he could enter and that's exactly what he did before her asshole could relax and close. As soon as he had the head of his cock seated he grabbed her hips and pressed in. She groaned as his dick disappeared. "This is the best ass I've ever had. It is perfectly tight. I wouldn't change a thing." He was beaming as he began to work her with long, solid strokes. Each time he hit bottom Rachael grunted and each time she did Philippe seemed to be spurred on to make the next trust just a bit more forceful. It didn't take long before he was pounding her ass just as hard and as fast as he could. That's when I let her go. "Rachael, you can cum now." It was if the words were the trigger. She immediately began to spasm and shake through a monster orgasm and as she was overcome Philippe decided to add a bit of a twist. The first shot actually took me by surprise as he began spanking her ass with a passion. Rachael reacted as well. With the first shot her orgasm leapt to a new level of intensity. With each of the following stokes I could almost see the sparks of raw energy spiking through her body. Her head was flailing wildly. Her spine was spasming with such force it looked like it might snap. Her cries had become so shrill it was almost painful to listen to. It reached a crescendo as her finger practically poked through the leather of the sofa and then she collapsed. She had just had the most intense orgasm of her young life and I was both impressed and just a bit jealous. Philippe hadn't cum yet. "Let's give her a few minutes to recover and then let's see if we can't have a bit more fun with her." He actually looked somewhat ridiculous standing over her unconscious form with his dick standing at attention as he tried to catch his breath. He finally spoke but the first few words came out in French. He caught himself quickly and started again. "That was the most intense sex I've ever had. At her best, my wife was never that good. Does she always cum like that?" "I think that was probably the most intense orgasm she's ever had. You did well. How about we bring her around and do her together. She's never had two cocks at the same time. If you'd like to take her ass again I'll take her pussy. I bet we can make her next orgasm even better." Given what I'd just witnessed I had no doubt the next orgasm would turn her into a vegetable for the rest of the day. I decided that would be a worthy goal. It was awhile before she started to stir again and when she did it still took time for her to recover her bearings. By the time she did I was stripped down and sitting next to her with my cock standing at attention. As this image registered in her consciousness she groaned a bit and in an exhausted voice she asked, "What would like me to do Master". Descendant of Baccus Pt. 13 "Sit on my cock." She moved slowly but deliberately until she had me buried in her dripping cunt. "Now, reach back and spread your ass open." She looked back and saw Philippe standing at the ready and this time she whispered, "Oh no". But, she did as told and spread herself open for him. Philippe wasted no time getting himself buried in her ass once again. This was the first time I had shared a women with another guy and feeling his cock through her cunt walls was a bit unsettling at first. That quickly changed as he began pumping her ass. The feeling of her cunt walls rippling along the length of my cock as he moved in and out of her ass was extraordinary. I didn't need to move a muscle and as he increased the speed and force of each thrust she began bouncing back and forth on my cock so the sensation was that much more intense. "Don't hold back. I want you to cum." She didn't need to be told twice. She began moaning in rhythm with Philippe's continuing assault on her ass and before long she let go again and this one never stopped. It just kept wracking her body with wave after wave of orgasm until she finally collapsed on top of me. That was when Philippe let loose and when I decided to make my own deposit as well. She was quaking with aftershocks as we filled her holes to the point of overflowing and by the time we had deposited the last drops she was unconscious again. She was not going to come to anytime soon. Philippe slowly withdrew his cock from her ass and once he was clear I lifted her up, popped open the back door and carried her to the bed. I didn't let my cock leave her pussy until I'd laid her down on the bed and as I slipped free of her she twitched one last time. That was the last movement she made until it was time to call it a night. She was out for the better part of four hours. In the meantime Philippe and I got showered, dressed and got on to the business at hand. It didn't take long for me to realize I had already solved one of his problems. He had been beaten down for so long by his wife that he had begun to have serious doubts about his masculinity. Today's activities had helped him realize he was just fine. It was the bitch that he was married to that was the problem. Having regained his confidence he was ready to run back and attack all of the issues impacting his businesses and he was confident he could and would succeed. That left us to talk about how he wanted to handle the real problem. Her name was Corrine. She was 32 and from the pictures he showed me she was very well maintained. She was also very high maintenance. Everything had to be first class with her. She couldn't buy anything off the rack even if the rack was full of top shelf designer wear. It was custom made or it was worthless. Even a simple thing like having her nails done was an event. Corrine would not be seen in a normal salon where she might spend 250 Francs to have a manicure. It was a top name salon and 1,000 Francs before she would consider the results acceptable. When things were going well and she was still acting like a reasonably loving wife Philippe endured these eccentricities without complaint. He described her as an excellent lover. She was always willing and drove him to heights of sexual pleasure he'd not experienced until he met her. She was also warm and charming with all of his friends and associates. When it came time to entertain, it was the parties she threw that everyone wanted to attend. She could warm an ice cube when she wanted to and that had made the difference between closing or losing deals on more that a few occasions. As he described it, she had been the perfect partner during the good times. That all changed when things started to get tough and the change in her came so quickly it made him dizzy just to think about it. She became a cold fish both in and out of bed. She threw temper tantrums often and always belittled his abilities. She went from professing undying love for him to calling him a worthless idiot with a limp dick. It didn't take long before she decided he should move to a separate bedroom and not much longer after that when she started suggesting she wanted a divorce. She was completely open about her intent to take him for all he was worth She had done such a good job of beating him into submission that he'd actually started doubting his own self worth and as each new problem arose he was less fit to deal with it. It really became a vicious cycle. With each new problem came more abuse and as the problems mounted his ability to deal with them continued to be eroded. With his confidence restored he would be just fine and today's activities had gone a long way to restoring that confidence. Now we needed to devise a strategy to eliminate the cancer that had started him down this destructive path. As we went through this history I found myself becoming more and more angry. Corrine was clearly a bitch straight from hell. I pictured myself taking her into my dungeon and not letting her out again until she had been completely reeducated. I would not feel the slightest bit of anxiety about loosing control with her. The training wouldn't give Philippe the wife he thought he had married but it would give him a wife he might have some fun with and he would certainly have far fewer headaches with the wife I'd return to him. "Philippe, let's cut to the chase. I've heard more than enough to understand where the source of your problem is. How you would like to deal with it is the only real question." He didn't take a second before he responded, "I want her dead". He was emphatic and as I probed his mind I found absolutely no doubt that this is exactly what he wanted. He wasn't interested in any other solution. "Philippe, you are running well beyond the bounds of what I can do for you. I can influence people in many ways but I cannot and will not kill people. I hope you weren't expecting me to kill your wife for you." That was exactly what he was hoping for. "I'm sorry if I gave you that impression. Please let me explain. I've thought about this quite a bit and the only real solution I can come up with is to have her dead. You see, if I divorce her she will get at least half of everything I own. I just can't stomach the thought of her owning half of everything my family has worked so hard to build. Given the way the courts work, that would happen regardless of who filed for divorce so I couldn't even push her to leave without suffering the same result. I've also thought about asking you to influence her to simply leave but that won't work either. I would still have to support her extravagant lifestyle and she could still decided later to go for the divorce. The only real way to permanently eliminate the problem is to bury her." He paused and it was clear he was about to get to the real point. "I was thinking you might influence her in a different way. If she were to commit suicide I would finally be free of her. Actually, it would be true poetic justice if she could be driven to that point. The best part is, instead of having to pay through the nose to be rid of her she'd be gone and I'd collect on her life insurance. With that cash I could undo most of the damage she's done over the last few years. I know it's a radical request but I just can't see a cleaner way to get beyond this." I was probing him throughout this little dissertation and found that he had truly weighed all the options and this was truly the only one that would absolutely resolve all of his problems. I was about to be placed in a very uncomfortable position. "Philippe, I understand what you're saying and the simplicity of your solution makes a lot of sense. I just don't know that I can help you with this. I have and my father was committed to helping people. As far as I know, we have never taken a case where the desired result is the death of anyone. Let me offer you an alternative and tell me if this wouldn't work just as well for you." I gathered my thoughts and formulated my argument. I wasn't sure it would work but I had to try. "What if I could remake your wife into a totally different person? What I mean is, what if I could turn her into your slave. She would be totally submissive. You would be able to use her in any way you wished. She would not be the woman you married but she would not be the bitch you have been living with either. She would also loose the will to seek divorce so you could live with the peace of mind that your assets would remain intact. It would still be fairly radical and it would offer its own form of poetic justice. Just imagine seeing her bent over, tied down and begging for you to do as you wished with her." I really did like this image and this was something I could do for him and to her without hesitation. She really did deserve that much and more. He thought about it for a while and I probed as he mentally listed all the pros and cons of this solution. It was good to see him actually working through this. However this worked out I'd at least be comfortable knowing that we had weighed the alternatives intelligently and not emotionally. He was settling on a result. "I'm not sure that would work very well. You see if she's still around it will make things complicated. All those who have know her will wonder about the drastic change and that will raise far too many questions. Also, in my business I really need a woman that can help me entertain clients with style and class. Especially as a vintner, I need the kind of woman who can interact with people who are or at least believe themselves to be among the upper class. I don't see how Corrine can do that effectively if we turn her into a slave. If we strip her of her will I imagine she would be little more than a puppet. I can't see how she could be an effective partner in that state. I do like the idea of a lifetime of payback for her actions. I'd love to see her submit and have her know exactly why she was submitting. I just don't know that I can afford that pleasure at this stage." Having been shown an alternative I found him starting to doubt that suicide was the right solution. He also had a conscience and driving his wife to kill herself if there was an alternative was not going to sit well with him. I was comforted knowing he had a conscience but was unsure how to counter his arguments against my solution. I was going to need time to think this through. Until then, maybe I could help him see how a properly trained slave might be able to meet his needs. "Let's think on this for a bit. When are you scheduled to head back?" "My flight is set for Tuesday night but I can extend if necessary. I really want to find some solution before I go back." He was in fact, desperate to find some solution. I could probably use that to my advantage. "Good. If you don't mind I like to send a visitor over to your hotel tonight. She is also one of my slaves. I'd like you to spend the weekend with her. Take her out. Do all of the things you might need to do with her if she were your wife. Use her as well. Imagine she's Corrine and you can abuse her the way she has abused you. I will instruct her to respond to you as her master. I will also send her over with enough equipment so you can treat her as Corrine will need to be treated. After you've had a few days with her we can talk again. One last thing; your emotions will be fighting for control. Please try to keep them in check. I need you to return my slave in one piece." I laughed a bit to lighten things up just a little. I was hoping that Savannah would show him how a balance could be struck between a truly submissive slave and a socially acceptable partner. I was confident Savannah could be both. I had no idea if Corrine could be but it was worth a try. I was sort of settling on the idea of trying to create this balance in Corrine and if I failed I could always revert to his original plan. "That sounds like it could be a fun way to pass the weekend. When do you want to get together again?" He was already flashing on images of how he might use my slave and he was getting pretty excited by these ideas. "Why don't you come to the house Sunday night for dinner. We can talk then and see if we can't reach some decisions. Also, if you need anything at all I will leave you with my home number. You can call at any time." With that set, I needed to get a few more details squared away and then get the hell over to the board meeting. This wound up being a far more tiring meeting than I'd expected and I was looking forward to getting out of the office. I rang down for the car, walked Philippe out, and wished him a good weekend. My first session with my first real client had gone reasonably well and as I headed back up to my office I was felling pretty pleased with myself. I was remembering a line from an old movie "It's good to be the King". I decided it was good to be me. The board meeting was uneventful and thankfully short. The vote was taken installing me at the helm. A very nice and heartfelt tribute was offered for Uncle Steve's fine leadership in my absence. A few project updates were offered and 2 new projects were presented. In all, it lasted 2 hours and 2 hours was about all I could have stood for. All-in-all, a perfect match. I went back to my office, woke Rachael and sent her off to relax for the weekend. She really looked like she was going to need the recovery time and I was pretty sure I wouldn't be needing her again until Monday. I also called home and gave Mom instructions on getting Savannah prepared for her weekend. She would be the one needing recovery time before too much longer. The last thing I did was arrange a car to take Savannah to the Hyatt later that night and then locked up and headed home. I still needed to head to Mac's house to fill her parents in. Eric would be arriving tonight as well and I wanted to spend some time with him to catch up and help Annie and him to get off on the right foot. I suspected Carrie would be expressing some needs as well. I had not paid very much attention to her in the last few days. I might also need some recovery time before this weekend came to a close. Maybe being king is not all it cracked up to be. Descendant of Baccus Pt. 14 Chapter 14 2's Company, 8's An Orgy I got home a bit before seven and was pleased to find Savannah ready. She looked absolutely perfect dressed in the same elegant yet simple black dress with the same classic string of pearls resting at the base of her neck. Her hair was loose and shimmering in the evening light. Her nails were done in understated colors with just the slightest hint of a gold streak cutting across each. Her makeup was modestly applied with just a bit of highlight to enhance her wonderful eyes. She was the perfect image of a woman who had class and the benefit of good breeding. I led her into the den. "Savannah, I have a critical assignment for you this weekend. I need you to listen carefully and carry out my instructions precisely. How you perform this weekend could mean the difference between life and death for the wife of the gentlemen you will be servicing this weekend." I was sounding very dramatic and it was. If she failed to convince Philippe that reeducating his wife was an option then I would probably be forced to help him execute his original plan. Just the thought of that left a foul taste in my mouth. I explained the entire situation. I left no details out. She would need to know exactly what was at stake if this was going to work. "So then, I need you to be the perfect partner in public and the perfect slave in private. You will refer to him as Master when in private. You will respond to his demands as if it was me you were servicing. When in public, you need to be charming and engaging. Your goal is to sell the qualities of your master. Make people want to be near him. Even if it's only to be closer to you, they must want to be involved with him. A good woman can make the difference between closing business deals and loosing them. Show him how effective you can be on his behalf." She had listened intently to every word and my probe revealed only one doubt. "Master, I will do my very best. I'm just concerned about my lack of knowledge about his business. I enjoy wine but I'm certainly no expert. I'm not sure how I can compensate for my ignorance." It was a fair point with a simple solution. "Savannah, Philippe will not expect you to be a wine expert. Should you find yourself in a difficult position simply defer to him. Remember, you are selling him. Humbly defer the question to him and give him the chance to demonstrate his expertise. You charm them and let him wow them." "I understand Master. I will do my best." "Let's see what you've packed." "My bags are in the entry way Master. Just a second and I'll grab them." She ran off and returned with two bags. The first was a shoulder bag that was intended for a trip to the gym. The second was a garment bag that was just the right size for a couple of days. "Show me the clothes first." With a quick, "yes Master" she opened the garment bag. She had packed another dress that was similarly elegant in style but cut with a slightly lower neckline and a plunging back. It was a soft blue and seemed to be made of silk. Below that, she had packed a gown. This was full-length and form fit. It was made of a shimmering material in various shades of gray and silver and was strapless. She had also packed a pair of dress slacks and a white blouse that was obviously meant for more casual occasions. She had a pair of shoes for each outfit and three sets of underwear that included a bra, garter belt and stockings. She had a small bag with various types of makeup and other toiletries and that was it. Unlike most women, she had packed only the essentials. "I'm pleased with your choices. Now show me the bag of tricks." She flushed a bit but moved quickly to get the second bag opened. This one contained a riding crop, a whip and a paddle just in case she required punishment. To this she added two dildos, one large and one gigantic, two butt plugs, also large and larger, a vibrator, various lengths of rope and a set of nipple clamps. It looked like just enough to keep Philippe busy and happy. "Who chose these items?" I wondered if Mom had helped her. "I did Master. I hope I did Ok." "You did fine. Now get this all packed again. The car will be here in 10 minutes. Make me proud." I had a good feeling about this. If anyone could pull this off Savannah was the one. I gave her a quick kiss and left her to get ready. I needed to get showered and on my way to Mac's and I didn't have much time if I was going to arrive by eight as promised. Unfortunately Carrie caught up with me. She was electric and almost knocked me over as she ran and jumped in my arms. I just managed to recover my balance as she wrapped her legs around my waist and kissed me deeply. I knew immediately what this was all about and it wasn't just the fact that she missed me. "I'm ovulating. We can make a baby. Please, let's make a baby." It was so tempting. One short step and we'd be in my room and a few more steps and we'd be on the bed making love. I really wanted to give in. I couldn't give in. I did carry her into my room and as I set her on the bed I broke away to try and explain. "Carrie, that's really great news. I really do want this, I swear. But, it's going to have to wait until later. I promised I'd go to Mac's for a while. I'm already running late. I'll come back as soon as I can and we can spend the night together. Will you wait for me?" Even as I was telling her this I was thinking I could probably just take her to the shower with me. We wouldn't have a lot of time but at least we could get started down our chosen path. But no, this was not the way I wanted it to happen and I don't think it was the way Carrie wanted it either. We should be able to take our time and explore the depths of our passion. The moment we conceived our first child should be one neither of us ever forgot. She was pouting like a little girl and that pout was weakening my resolve. "Oh Kenny, I'm so ready for this. I've been waiting all day. Can't you put it off for just a bit?" She was even whining like a child. "I don't want to rush though this. Wait for me just a bit and I promise I'll be yours all night." This promise seemed to bring her around a bit. "You promise, all night, just the two of us?" I was about to confirm my promise when I remember Eric. "Carrie, Eric is coming in at nine. I should be back by 9:30 or 10. I want to spend a little time with him and Annie first and then I promise, I will be yours all night." Of course that assumed Philippe would not be interrupting me. I decided not to add that caveat. "Ok I guess. But please don't keep me wait too long. I'll bust if I don't feel you inside me soon." She went from a frowning child to a wanton woman in a heartbeat. "Good, now let me get showered and out of here or I'm never going to get back." I kissed her warmly and made my way to the bathroom. I heard her sigh as I closed the door. I got showered and out with out further incidence and arrived at Mac's fifteen minutes behind schedule. The similarities in her welcome were scary. She ran down the front steps and leapt into my arms. Once again, I just about feel over. She showered me with kisses and as I looked over her shoulder there were her parents, smiling from ear to ear. The child in me was a bit embarrassed. "Your parents are watching us." "Yes, I know. I told them everything and they're thrilled." I guess I was a bit surprised. I had thought they would be just a bit reticent about the change in Mac's future. I also thought I was going to have to dance around an explanation of some things they might find a bit strange. However, I wasn't about to complain. "How much of everything did you tell them?" I doubted she'd really told them everything and I certainly didn't want to confuse matters by saying too much. "Absolutely everything. I hope that's ok but I just figured that given the history they had with your father that they would understand. They were a little concerned at first but they're really ok now." She was bubbling with so much excitement it was starting to infect me. I put Mac down and quickly walked up and embraced both of them. They were about to become mys and apparently, they already knew more about my private life than anyone outside the immediate family. I was going to have to talk seriously with them about privacy and secrecy. As Mac came up behind us her father suggested we go in a talk. In many ways, Mac's father was similar to mine but was more subdued. He was personable, energetic and steady. Unlike my father, everything about him was understated. He dressed well but always in styles and colors that were subdued. He was always well groomed but didn't bother to cover up the streaks of gray in his hair. He stood tall at a little over six feet and kept himself in decent shape. He wasn't sporting an athlete's body but he wasn't sporting a couch potatoes gut either. He had always displayed a good sense of humor but when he told jokes they were always clean. He was friendly and as I recall, he always seemed to be among the group of Mom and Dad's closet friends. He was a structural engineer by trade and that's probably where Mac's interest in architecture blossomed. Mac's mom had a very similar personality and manner of presentation. She would never be described as a stunning beauty. Maybe you would call her pretty or cute. She too had maintained herself well but not to the extent where she might be mistaken for a younger women. She was in her early forties and she looked exactly as someone her age would be expected to look. The one real difference between her and her husband was she did color the gray out of her hair. It was her only outward sign of female vanity. The thing I had always liked most about her was her laugh. It was warm and infectious and when she laughed her entire face lit up. She also impressed me as being extraordinarily sincere. There was absolutely nothing false about her. She always spoke her mind but she did so in such a way where folks never felt insulted. Her thoughts were always voiced as just her humble opinion and I think most folks accepted it as just that. We made our way into the living room and sat around the coffee table and as I was about to get things rolling Gavin jumped in. "Son, before you say anything I want you to know something. Mac told us that you know about the service your father provided us during a very difficult period in out lives. What you can't possibly know is just how much he helped. I can't imagine how our lives would have turned out had it not been for him. He was a remarkable man." He paused for a moment as I absorbed being referred to as his son. "Son, you are a lot like him. You have the same kind heart and I think you have the same driving desire to do good things. I must admit, I had hoped Mac would wait until she completed college before getting married but if it's to happen now I can't imagine a better person for her to spend her life with. Just be good to her and love her and we'll have no regrets." Before I could take a breath Sara jumped in. "Kenny, I think you know I always speak my mind. I have to tell you that I'm just a little worried. You are taking on a lot very quickly. I know you've started to take control of the business and Mac told us about how your relationship with Carrie is developing. Kenny, I guess I'm just worried that you won't have time to be the kind of husband I think Mac needs. I'm just having a hard time seeing how you're going to balance all of this." It was actually comforting to see that someone was asking questions. "I've thought about that quite a bit myself. It's a fair question. I guess the best answer I can offer is that I really do love your daughter. I always have. I believe she loves me just as much. I know we won't be living a conventional life and I don't believe for a moment that our lives together will always be happy and peaceful, but I am confident that together, we will overcome the challenges and build a real life together." It was strange but I really didn't have any doubts that we would make this work. It just seemed too right to be wrong. "I know you love her and I know she loves you. I just don't know how you are going to balance everything so she doesn't fell neglected." We had come to the heart of it. She had felt neglected and it almost destroyed her marriage. She didn't want to see her daughter have to live through that turmoil. "I understand your concern. All I can say is I am prepared to make a lifelong commitment to Mac. I believe she is prepared to make the same commitment. Together we will make this work for both of us. We will share everything together. No matter how weird or wonderful, we will live it together. You have my word on that." I really wanted her to see my sincerity and while I could have helped her reach the right conclusion I was determined to let her get there on her own. She just sat there pondering what I'd said. I could imagine the machinations going on in her head. I waited like man waiting to have the verdict read. "Ok Son, Just do me one favor. If you ever start to have doubts; if you ever feel things are getting just a bit overwhelming; if you ever start to doubt that this was the right decision; please come and talk to us. If you need it we will be here to help in any way we can. We are going to be family and for us there is nothing more important. Come to us if you need us. We'll be there for both of you." She was tearing just a bit as she finished. It was instinctive. I immediately rose and took her in my arms. "Thank you Mom. My parents always taught us the same lessons about family. Family always comes first. I promise you, I've learned that lesson well and will not stray from it." I broke away and gave her a kiss on the cheek before retuning to Mac's side. She was also tearing just a bit. Gavin jumped back in. "Let's have a toast." He poured champagne and with glasses in hand, he said, "To the two of you. May your lives be blessed will the bounties of love, health and happiness. Maybe you can throw in a few grandchildren as well. Cheers." We all drank deeply as I thought about the idea of grandchildren and Carrie waiting at home. I'm sure that's not what Gavin had in mind. Mac bubbled up again. "Let's eat. I'm starved", and with that we were off to the dining room and a fantastic meal. Dinner was relaxed and the food was perfect. Sara had made a roast ham, which was one of my favorites and Gavin had gotten hold of some really nice wine. By the time we were done we were all stuffed and feeling pretty mellow. It would have been great to just relax and enjoy the warm afterglow. Unfortunately, it was getting late and I had other promises to keep. I excused us and drew Mac away so we could talk. "Mac, I'm really sorry but I can't stay. My cousin is arriving just about now and I need to spend some time with Carrie as well." I knew she was going to be disappointed and I also knew this would be the first of many tests that would challenge her commitment to our relationship. "Ah Kenny, I was really hoping you would spend the night. I was kind of hoping we could spend the night making love. You know, right next door to my parents and all that." She seductively whispered the last bit and I will be the first to admit the idea was enticing. "I'm really sorry. Trust me, I would really like to stay but I can't break my promise to Carrie." I figured her next question would bring out the real reason. "Why tonight? Can't you see her tomorrow?" "Mac, remember what I told you? Carrie is ovulating. We are going to make a baby tonight." There was no sense in sugarcoating it. She would have to accept this or rethink her decision. "Oh, I see." She was clearly wrestling with the news and how she wanted to respond. I remained patient. "Jeez Kenny, I know you told me all of this but I guess I just thought I'd have some time to get used to the idea." She paused for another round of thought wrestling. "I guess I understand but when are we going to have time together?" She was sounding a bit depressed. "We will have a lifetime together and Mac, we'll be making babies together too. Stay with me on this and I'll make it great for all of us." I don't know if it was the lifetime together or the making babies part but she started to come around. "You really want to have babies with me?" She obviously liked the idea. "Absolutely. When you're ready I can't think of anything I would enjoy more than starting our family together." I was becoming more acutely aware of my responsibility to continue our bloodline. Having a few children with each of my women seemed a reasonable way to insure I'd accomplish exactly that. "Ok, I guess I'm Ok with this. I'm mean, it's not like you didn't warn me. Just promise me you won't make me wait too long. I really need you." She wrapped her arms around me and we kissed intensely when an idea started to form in my twisted little head. "Mac, why don't you come over tomorrow and spend the weekend? We can spend the day together and then you can join a party I'm having for a new client on Sunday." "That sounds great. What kind of party? Should I bring anything special to wear?" She was back to being bubbly. "Actually Mac, this party won't really require clothes." I was looking forward to seeing how she was going to react to that one. Her jaw dropped and she took on the look of a deer caught in the headlights of an on-coming car. "Jeez Kenny, what kind of party is this?" I had to probe. I just couldn't help myself. I found she new exactly what kind of party I was talking about. The only questions in her head were how many people and would she be the only female. "Well, I guess the best way to describe it would be a Roman orgy. There'll be a total of eight of us. My sisters, Mom and Savannah will be there. Annie's boyfriend will be joining us as well." I would have preferred a more equal mix but this would work out just fine. "Wow, I don't know what to say. I'm not sure I'm ready for this." "You're going to have to trust me on this. You're going to have a great time and I'll be there to make sure you do. It'll be fun." Descendant of Baccus Pt. 15 Chapter 15: Planting a Seed By the time I got home, Eric and Annie were already locked away in Annie's room. Mom and Carrie were hanging out in the den waiting for me, and it looked like catching up with Eric was going to have to wait for a while. Carrie's face lit up like a flower in the sun when I walked in, and I was strongly reminded of one Christmas morning when she was about 10. Santa had brought her a puppy and the explosion of sheer joy that had radiated from her was like nothing I had ever seen before or since. We were all affected by it and that whole Christmastime turned out to be one of the absolute best I can remember. As a family, we'd danced and sung together. We'd chased and wrestled each other. We'd all played with the puppy together. We'd feasted together. Carrie's deep joy seemed to wash over all of us, and I don't think any of us remember any other gifts that were exchanged that day. Carrie and her puppy had given us all the gift of Family and we had reveled in it. Today, Carrie was wearing a short silk robe with a simple tie and a matching pair of loose fitting silk shorts that were almost as soft and bronzed as her luscious skin. I wanted nothing more than to feel her and that silk against me, so I squeezed myself between Mom and Carrie, and once again, I marveled at the gifts I had been given. To the room at large I asked, "How are Annie and Eric getting on?" "Actually it was kind of funny. Eric had only enough time to say hello to the two of us before Annie jumped into his arms and from there it was like the rest of the world just disappeared. I'd say they're getting on just fine." Mom was smiling a very pleased smile at that. "Where are they now?" Carrie's response suggested she thought that was one of the dumbest questions she'd ever heard come out of my mouth. "They're in Annie's room doing what we should be doing." "You mean they're already making a baby?" She seemed just a bit embarrassed. "No, or at least not yet, but I'm ready." I believed, her, too. I was suddenly overwhelmed by an image of Carrie and me making love there on the floor with Mom at our side urging us on while she sucked on Carrie's breasts. Until this point I'd been able to easily identify from whom individual thoughts were emanating, and yet this one caught me by surprise. It took just a bit of extra concentration to recognize that this was not a single thought but rather the blending of two thought patterns. Both Mom and Carrie were picturing a remarkably similar image, and it was one I was more than happy to play along with. Turning to my kid sister, I pulled her into my arms, kissing her deeply. Her lips tasted so sweet that I spent the next ten minutes doing nothing else while Mom watched and smiled, until Carrie and I needed to break away and catch our breaths. It came to me that it was time to slip her out of her silk shorts and robe. With each and every centimeter revealed, I tasted her skin. I nibbled at her ears and neck. I attended to each shoulder, down each arm, and gently drew each of her delicate fingers into my mouth. Leaving her hands, I traced her collarbone with just the tip of my tongue and slowly worked my way down into the junction between her firm breasts. Carrie was beginning to pant with desire and for the moment Mom had been forgotten, though she was on the couch with us. The fragrance that was uniquely Carrie was intoxicating my senses as I finally reached her right nipple and teased it gently with my lips. I had to fight back as she tried to smother my face in that sweet breast. She urgently desired more contact there, but I was determined to take this tantalizingly slowly. I planned that by the time I penetrated her she would be so completely lost in the sensations I was creating that her world would contract down around her passions and her brother who was stoking them. I slipped off the couch and drew her with me to the floor in front of the fire, leaving Mom to watch from the couch. I quickly moved behind Carrie and began exploring her back, from her shoulders to the dimple just above her derriere. I avoided her reach for me, and felt I was plucking chords on a musical instrument exquisitely fashioned by a true master. She was rewarding me with a serenade of low sensual moans, glissando and crescendo in time with my strumming fingers. I slid back and eased her down to the floor as I repeated the kisses I'd traced from the top of her head down across her breasts and over her flat tummy. I had plans to watch that belly grow round with a child, to be conceived before the light of the new day warmed us with its nurturing rays. As I traced past her navel she raised her hips to offer me her soaked pussy. I bypassed this with an effort of will, and slid around to her side. I began alternating light kisses and coy tickles with the tip of my tongue down her legs, pushing her shorts ahead to clear the path on my journey to her sexy feet. Her anticipation had been building to its peak as I gently sucked a big toe into my mouth. By the time I'd laved all ten toes she had become frustrated with my pace and was wound as tight as a watch spring. It was time to push her over the edge. Along the way I had been removing bits of my own clothes, and so at this point I was left with only my briefs and a raging hard-on poking prominently above the waistband. I shed that last piece of clothing as I slowly slid up between Carrie's smooth thighs. Ol' One-Eye had no trouble finding the way, and as my mouth reached hers he was looking directly into the mouth of her womb. One quick thrust and our pelvises met. She screamed into my mouth as she exploded in orgasm and, had I not taken drastic control over my senses, I would have joined her. I had no plans to end this liaison so quickly. I waited until she came down from her high. A short while passed before Carrie was able to focus again and only then did I begin to slowly work my cock so deeply buried in her molten core. I was moving machine-like, maddeningly methodical, as I worked her to the edge and back several times. I was determined that her next orgasm would be the most intense yet! Then I did something that surprised even me. Without knowing how I'd thought of it, I tweaked a point deep inside her mind to create a very special connection and with that in place I pushed her over the edge and released my own self-control. Together, our orgasm came crashing over us, slamming the two of us repeatedly against the barrier between consciousness and unconsciousness; in waves so intense that breathing became impossible. When we were finally released from rapture's grip we drew great gulps of air into our deprived lungs simultaneously, and a moment after her breathing was restored, Carrie broke down in tears. Her tears would have been hard to decipher if I hadn't been the cause. Mom, with no idea what I had done, became scared that something had gone terribly wrong. I shot a quick placating command her way, which stopped her in her tracks while I held Carrie close and waited for the tears to subside. It took some time but soon enough a smile began to light her entire countenance with joy. "I felt it, Kenny, I felt it!" Her happiness recalled once again that long-ago Christmas morning when the puppy came bounding out of the box. "Felt what, Carrie?" My own smile made it impossible to play dumb to any real effect. She whispered as if this was some great secret. "I felt the exact moment when you made our child. It was like a star was illuminated the instant we conceived. Is it always like that?" "No, Sis. Conception isn't normally like that. I wanted you to experience the creation of this new life." I placed my hand gently over her belly, the belly that would soon be growing round with our child. "I helped you a bit so you could remember this for the rest of your life. Thirty years from now you'll be able to describe the smallest detail about this moment." I felt Mom's joy before I recalled her physical presence. That joy was radiating from my mother as she sank down along side us and wrapped us in her arms. We stayed as a family, protected in my mother's embrace, for a long time. I became aware over some time that this new conception was emitting an energy that was enveloping us, but only I could feel it. It grew so strong that I could sense it as it wrapped me within gossamer wings that reached out and bathed me in iridescent light that was amazingly bright and warm. But not just ordinarily warm; it felt like I had been returned to the wet warmth of my mother's womb. I hadn't felt this when I'd made Mom pregnant, and it was an epiphany when I realized why this was. Carrie and I had conceived a son, and what I was feeling was an ethereal connection to him right from the very moment he was conceived. Mom and I had conceived a girl and for reasons I still don't fully understand, I never achieved the same connection with our daughter. The vision of the three of us that I'd had earlier did indeed come to pass as we spent the rest of the night together, making love. The next morning Eric and Annie found us tangled, naked and asleep in front of a dying fire. Annie covered us and together they headed off to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. I was woken by the smell of bacon frying and gave Mom a gentle shake and a kiss to bring her around as well. "Good morning. Annie and Eric are making breakfast. You should probably join them. I think I'll take Carrie up to bed and let her sleep a bit more. I'll come down as soon as I have her settled in and grab a quick shower." It was great to finally see Eric again and he obviously felt the same way as we hugged like long lost brothers. He had matured a bit over the intervening years but still looked much the same as I remember him from before my accident. Eric has that classic All-American look. I'd bet that if you looked All-American up in the dictionary, his picture would be there. At six-foot-five and 220 pounds he definitely stands out in a crowd. Having just about every one of those pounds as muscle doesn't hurt either. His blond hair and blue eyes completed a physical package that could have left me jealous had I been my old pre-self-discovery persona. For all his good looks, what really makes Eric remarkable is his personality. All you have to do is see his smile and you immediately know; here is a warm and open person with little or no pretense. He has a great sense of humor even when he pokes fun at his own infrequent mistakes. All in all, Eric makes certain no one is intimidated by his amazing good looks. I wanted to be sure of what was going on in his head and what I found was both comforting and a bit confusing. First, Eric had lost none of his desire for Annie. Instead, it had blossomed into a deep love for my sister. He wanted her in every possible way a man can want a woman. They had only just touched the surface last night, and it wasn't all physical. They had spent the majority of the time talking; sharing their hopes and desires, and recapturing and strengthening the bonds they had as young children. I looked inside Annie and found her feelings were just as strong. The next thing I found was one that confused me. Eric was a blood relative and yet he lacked many of the gifts granted to me. I had assumed that all male family members were similarly gifted but I was wrong in both kind and degree. The only paranormal ability he seemed to have in any strength was reading the thoughts of others. Even this seemed to be limited in comparison to my own ability, and I sensed he could not directly influence the thoughts of others. Everything else I knew I could and would be able to do in the future, were strangely absent in him. With the exception of his god-like good looks he was pretty damned close to being ordinary. As confusing as this was, I knew that this was exactly what Annie was looking for. Now that I had some insight into Eric's psyche, it was time for a bit of a one-on-one with him. "Annie, I'm going to borrow Eric for a while. Do me a favor and go up and see how Carrie's doing, please. I left her sleeping but it's probably time she rejoin the living. Eric, would you do me a favor and head out to the guesthouse. I'll come over to join you in a minute. I need to have a quick word with Mom. Annie jumped up, gave us all a quick kiss (Eric's kiss was a little more lingering then the others), and bounded off to attend to Carrie. Mom thanked Eric for a great breakfast and then he headed out the back door. Now that I was alone with Mom I wanted to ask her directly, "Mom, I had a look in Eric's mind and found something strange. He doesn't have any real power or strength. I can tell he is from the same bloodline as us, but he seems to be missing a number of elements. Do you know why that is?" Mom gave me a reassuring smile. "Actually, that's pretty simple to answer. It's like everything else in the world. You have leaders and followers and all shades in between. Like your father, you are at the alpha-male end of the spectrum. Eric is somewhere in the middle. It's natural, and nothing to worry about." "Are the breeding attributes still the same or do these vary as well?" Even as I asked, I discovered I already knew the answer. All I had to do was to look within myself to answer any question I had about my family. It was like the whole family history had been simply one more part of the genetic inheritance my father bequeathed me. I let Mom answer anyway, more to give her reassurance that she could help me, and some to give me the reassurance that she was still Mom. "Eric can breed without worry, Kenny. I think they make a perfect couple." "I do too, Mom." I changed the subject. "Listen, tomorrow Savannah will be coming back with Philippe, and Mac will be coming over as well. I'd like us to have a barbeque. Is there anything we need?" "Let me check." She went about looking through the refrigerator and the freezer and then went and rummaged through the pantry. When she got back she had a short list of what was needed for a barbeque. It looked like Eric and I would be making a supply run. "Good, Eric and I will do the shopping if you and the girls would get the house organized." I was amazed at how easily giving orders to my Mom was coming to me now. "Philippe will be staying here tomorrow night, he can use the guesthouse. Mac will be moving in with us as well, I expect. I'm going to pick her up on the way back from the store. She'll stay in my bed with Carrie and me. How are you doing on the household budget?" There was a built-in desk in the kitchen that Mom used to manage all of the household bills and such. From one of its drawers, she handed me a sheet that had an itemized list of the monthly bills and other expenses she had been tracking. To my eye, it wasn't an overly generous budget. She had also listed the balances in the two accounts she had been using for the household and they each had sufficient funds to meet expenses for at least a year. "With two more people living with us some of this budget will probably need to be increased. I'm going to consolidate these accounts into one and set it up to maintain about 125% of the current balance. I'd like you to continue to manage the household for all of us. I'm also going to have to set up a separate construction account on Monday. I'll pass you the details and the building plans, and get you a signature card for the bank. It would be a great help if you could manage that project for the family as well. Just keep me up to date on the progress and any overruns" "No problem, Kenny." It was only a bit more than she had already been doing but she seemed thrilled at having additional responsibility. "Great, Mom, I love you," I kissed her cheek and headed out to grab Eric. There was an old wicker rocker sitting on the veranda in front of the guesthouse and this is where I found Eric waiting. "Hey buddy, I need to go into town to get some stuff for a barbeque tomorrow. Take a ride with me and we can catch up along the way." As I was finding lately, I'd been subconsciously devising a plan to test Eric's compatibility with Annie. He was in love with her. That much was obvious on the surface. And yet, I wondered was how well he'd be able to identify and satisfy her needs – I could read his intent, but not test his reactions without observing him actually react. Had he been gifted with greater mental abilities he could have easily read her needs and worked to meet them. Without that ability, his own inner desires would likely color everything he did with her or for her. Annie needed a relationship that was based on equality, a quid-pro-quo. While she could enjoy being dominated at times, she'd be just as likely to be dominant. Even during submissive periods there would be limits. She would never give herself as completely as someone like Savannah. My test for Eric would hopefully see just how aggressive he would be if he were set free. Would he apply self-imposed limits to his actions? Would he show signs of gauging the comfort level of his partner and respond to those reactions? Could he avoid becoming completely self absorbed? However this turned out, it was going to be fun putting him through his paces. It was strange how I was looking out for my sister's happiness. It wasn't just her, it was all my women – even though I was possessive, and had the ability to just coerce or take what I wanted, even though with some of them it was overtly a master-slave relationship, and with others, I could exercise a more subtle control, even with all this – I wanted my women to be genuinely happy. And I guess I wanted it to be natural, without constant maintenance from me. I knew by looking in myself that this would somehow be important. The ride to the shopping center gave us just enough time to catch up on all that Eric had been doing while I was recovering from the airplane crash. There were no surprises in his history. He had stayed with his drawing talent and was now working as a freelance cartoonist for three different publications, as well as doing illustrations for a series of children's books. He had not had any serious relationships outside of Annie. That's not to say he was celibate, either. He had more than his fair share of girlfriends. He just never had "The One". We were just pulling into the parking lot when I raised the question of the family history. "I know all about it. My Dad filled me in when I came of age. We don't have the same abilities you have but I guess that's Ok. I must admit, I was a bit jealous at first but I pretty much got over it. Once in awhile I find myself wishing I could get into the head of my editor or a publisher when they start busting my chops on a deadline but other than that, I seem to do Ok." I was scanning him constantly now and he was being completely open with me. That was a real good start. I wondered how I'd have felt if our positions were reversed, and I could only read minds weakly. All I said out loud though was, "Then you know I have to decide if you and Annie are a good match." I parked the car in an empty spot. I turned and looked at him while he continued, "Yeah, I know. Dad made sure to remind me when I left yesterday. Hey, I'm really not worried. You know me and I know Annie. You know how I feel about her. I trust you." "I'm glad to hear you say that because I've got a bit of a test for you. If you really know Annie it'll be a breeze. Let's go get the groceries." I got out of the car. "Hey wait, aren't you going to tell me what the test is?" He was trying to appear anxious but a quick scan showed he was confident and looking forward to whatever I might have in store for him. "You'll find out soon enough." I hooked my arm around his tree-trunk of a neck and pulled him to his destiny.