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Just Relax Ch. 02

By: cutup



Rick's dream that morning was vivid. His cock was engulfed in a woman's mouth and he was receiving the best blow-job of his life. At times the dream mouth belonged to Sarah; at times it was a nameless woman. At some point the dream shifted and he felt himself engulfed not by a mouth but by the vulva of the woman as she rode him gently at first. Then Jennifer began bucking on him faster and faster and, as she did, little moans escaped her lips. 

Her moans turned to cries as her pace increased and slowly the noise brought him out of his sleep. As he came to consciousness the dream merged with reality: in the pre-dawn light, a soft young woman was atop him, her head thrown back, her hair flying in a cascade around her, and, together, they were approaching release.

Her hips continued bucking furiously against his, and his body responded automatically. Her head came down and her eyes opened wide to stare into his. Jennifer's mouth was gasping in air as she sought her release on him. His shock did nothing to reduce the fire in his sex and his yell of, "Jennifer?!" was half a cry of bewildered recognition and half a shout of intense joy as his semen exploded unrestrained into her.

Her own release seemed to be triggered by his and she screamed, "Sire!" As her whole body shacked with powerful spasms. Just before she collapsed on top him, her chest heaving along with his from their exertions.

Not knowing what to make of this, nor what he should do now, Rick put his arms around the woman he'd just seeded and loosely held her to him, a dazed expression on his sweat-drenched face.

So they lay, unmoving except for their slowing breath, for minutes. Finally she rolled off him, a bittersweet pleasure shooting through him as he finally slipped out from her vagina.

She lay on her side against him her head propped up on her elbow, and searched his face.

He said nothing, a mask on his face as he waited for her to say more about the strange event that just happened, or the, he felt sure of even stranger ones—that led up to it. Inside, his mind was a tumultuous mix of awe and what she had just given him, apprehension at the things she had cryptically shared with him earlier, and a growing fear that there was something not right about Jennifer and that he could very well be in danger here.

Eventually she smiled and said, "Thank you, Richard."

"Um, you're welcome?"

It seemed to him that she was looking at him with adoration and his dick twitched with the thought.

Then it settled in that a perfect stranger had just fucked him while he slept and appeared to regard him with something akin to worship. This began to disturb him, just a little.

"Jennifer?" he said.

"Yes, Richard?" she replied.

"I really think it's time you told me what's going on here. And I mean everything." Richard asked holding her hand.

Sadness darkened her face but she sighed and said, "I suppose I can't put you off any longer" She said rolling into sitting position "12 years prior to kidnapping you we were made. The scientist was a wealthy man; he found a way to clone skin for burn victims. His wealth came that way. However he also knew how to make people. We are those people created at 18 years of age and have perfected body types all appealing to men." She paused then continued "My sisters and I mean no harm to you, Richard," she began, "it's important that you believe that. All four of us..." A shadow filled her face as she broke off for a mo­ment. She took a deep breath and continued, "Three of us now. All of us were... made... one at a time, by a man named James. James had something that none of us truly understand. For lack of a better stronger - word, James had charisma. A charisma unlike anything I've ever felt. When he asked me to do something, I found myself unable to do anything but what he asked. I found myself WANTING to do what he asked whatever he asked. I did things for him I would never have done for any­one be­fore meet­ing him.

"He never had to use force with us. At first he asked, later he ordered, and we would do it. Each of us came to love him more than our own lives. Some quicker than others, but all of us would have given our lives for him. James." Her voice broke at this point and a sob racked her body. Rick didn't move as she put her head in her hands and struggled to regain her control "James... died... thirty-four days ago. It was a heart attack; he was dead before the ambulance got here."She paused and again visibly steeled herself as she continued, "Our youngest sis­ter, Shelley, killed her­self the next day. She was six­teen and had been with us for only a few months, but she loved John as much as any of us. Irene tried to kill herself a couple days later but Mindy and I stopped her in time."

As she paused for breath, Rick cautiously put in, "Jennifer, I'm not entirely sure I'm following you. You're saying this man grew all of you for his pleasure. And yet you all loved him?"

Jennifer smiled slightly, "Yes. He had some secret that made us do what he wanted. I know it's hard to believe, but I know I wouldn't have been made for another man James had watched us and cared for us. I can't explain why we shouldn't love him and obey his wishes. Anyway, I can't really explain it, but we loved him because he made us to love him. He even admitted as much himself. We did love him more than I could have loved anyone in a free life." Tears leaked silently down her face.

Richard just studied her wondering if this story was true "Sure cloning has gotten really big these day cattle and organs is all that's possible." He thought.

"More than I love life itself," she continued. "I would have killed myself too after he died, except I first asked myself what John would want. I know he loved me too he loved all of us, and he wouldn't have wanted me to die. "And" she gave a slightly hysterical laugh, "here comes the fun part. When I asked myself what he would want, I kept coming back to one answer: he'd want me to find a new... man. A new 'owner', and so we planned and searched. Then we found you and went to work then kidnapped you."

Shock and fear seeped into Rick at Jennifer's last words. Without realizing it, he pulled his legs up to his chest in a protective motion.

Jennifer watched as the man she had chosen to give herself to recoil from her in horror. She'd expected the reaction from a man after being drugged and stripped. However she was unable to stop the hysterical feeling building in her chest. She wanted to run away in shame, she wanted to fall on her knees and beg forgiveness, she wanted to lunge at the man and hold him down so he couldn't escape her. Instead she sat perfectly still and waited to see what he would do.

Finally, his eyes wide with fear, he whispered, "You're crazy." Then fell of the bed "You're crazy," he repeat­ed, louder. "You're crazy!" he yelled as he jumped off the bed in a single, explosive movement, adrenalin making him fail to notice the pain in his head that came from the sudden movement. Totally naked, he yanked open the door and flew into the hall, dizziness making him stumble and slam into the opposite wall, where he crumpled to his knees as nausea and pain overwhelmed him. As he struggled to push himself back to his feet, Rick saw a lithe young woman step out of a room down the hall. He had time to notice she was a stunningly beautiful redhead. He had time to register, subconsciously at least, that her green eyes showed nothing like the adoration Jennifer held but, instead, a flammable mix of desperation, intense grief, and some­thing very close to hatred seemed to bubble there. He even had time to contemplate running the pretty thing down to continue his escape. But then time seemed to slow as the rising muzzle of a medium, semiautomatic handgun. It made him freeze in terror. As she walked slowly towards him, his hope for continued survival left him as did his urine. Feeling his life at its end, the black evil muzzle aimed quite steadily at the center of his head, Rick still jumped a little at the sudden, sharp bark behind him.

"Irene! You will not harm him!" Jennifer's command made Irene halt her advance, but the firearm never wavered from its target.

"Richard," her voice dropped to a softer tone, "Rick I'm so sorry. I'm sorry for what we did to you. I'm sorry for the pain you've felt and the fear you must feel now. You have no idea how much this hurts me too I feel physical pain to be doing this to you, and I'm also sorry that we can't let you leave just yet. Please Richard, come back to your bed. You're really still not in any shape to be moving around."

Rick's head tried to turn towards Jennifer's voice, but his eyes seem glued to the gun which threatened to end him.

"Irene," Jennifer ordered, "lower the weapon Richard isn't going to run now. Are you Richard?"

After a hesitation, Irene obeyed. As the muzzle dropped, the tension seemed to leave Rick and he slumped limply against the wall.

Jennifer walked to him and gently helped him, really almost dragged him to his feet. She had planned to take him to the bed but, after smelling his urine on his legs and soaking into the carpet, decided a bath would be necessary first.

Rick seemed to have lost any fight and simply leaned against the nude woman, going where she led, letting her remove his shirt and set him on the toilet seat while she drew a bath. "You're crazy," he whispered again.

Jennifer looked at him with a moment of alarm, worried he would bolt again. It was obvious; however, he barely had the strength to keep himself upright on the toilet.

"You may be right," she finally answered, "I don't feel that I am but it's possible none of us are 'sane' by the word's clinical definition. We were simply made in a tube by James." When he didn't respond, she turned back to the bath and tested its temperature. Judging the bath ready, she turned to Rick and helped him towards the giant, claw-footed basin.

"Why are you doing this to me?" Rick asked.

"Here, lift your foot, be careful not to slip," she said.

She settled him in to the water before answering his question. "I'm doing it to survive," she said, tears forming along with her words. "If I don't find someone to... belong to... I will die. I will literally die, because I will kill myself. James wouldn't want that, but I just can't live without belonging to someone. None of us can." She stared at Rick; again with that look of adoration, as he leaned back in the tub, his eyes closed "You look like him. You look like James. That's why we chose you." She affected a more chipper tone as she continued, "You know, there's really no reason to fight us. All we want is to serve you. All we will ever want from you is to be­long to you and to make you happy."

When Rick didn't answer, she leaned over and touched him on the shoulder, "Richard? Rick?"

He opened exhausted eyes and looked at her.

"Please, Rick, give us a chance. Please give me a chance. Will you at least give me that?"

He looked at the lovely, tear stained face a moment more, and then closed his eyes without answering.

Jennifer sighed and began gently soaping Rick's urine covered legs. Rick let her and gave no reaction when she moved her attention to his chest. When her hands drifted to his crotch, however, he weakly pushed them away. She obeyed his wish and left his private parts alone.

Other than that, Rick was completely cooperative as she got him out, dried him, and helped him to bed. And when she indicated that he should roll to his side he complied and made no complaint as she then spooned her warm, bare body against him. Despite his fear, despite having just come off a long night's sleep, it was not long at all before Rick faded off once again.

Just Relax Ch. 03



When Rick awoke, he was alone in the big bed. Daylight shone brightly through the large windows.

"Marissa," a voice called out, "he's awake."

Rick turned his head to find the source of the new voice and found the striking young redhead from the hall sitting in a chair near the bed. He took in her flame-red hair and her silky cream skin dotted with many freckles. His gaze held, for a time, but her deep green eyes that still held a frightening mix of danger before his look traveled down to take in the ample breasts each with a perfect amount of Freckles that was barely hidden by a dark green dress shirt. He didn't fail to miss the firearm lying in her blue jean covered lap. At least it wasn't pointed in his direction this time.

"Where's Jennifer?" Rick croaked out.

Irene sighed "She went for groceries."

Rick got down to business preferring to limit his time with Irene, "Are you going to kill me?"

Before she could give any answer, the door opened and in walked a young woman wearing a yellow sun dress. She was more cute than beautiful, like Jennifer or Irene, but most men wouldn't hesitate to apply the "beautiful" label to her as well. Rick guessed her age to be about 18 or 19. The new girl looked at Rick and came to stand at the foot of the bed, then shyly dropped her gaze and folded her hands behind her back and said, "Good afternoon, Master ."

"Don't you dare call him that every again do you understand me!" Irene snapped at her almost reaching for her gun. Marissa flinched but said nothing. When she got no response, Irene turned to Rick and said, "Well, Richard, meet Marissa."

"Hello, Marissa under these circumstances I'm not pleased to meet you." Rick said trying to cover his naked body.

Marissa raised her head and smiled briefly at him before dropping her gaze back down. "I understand," Marissa said, "I feel awful about the things we've done to you, but you have no idea how much we need you." Marissa pleaded before fearfully looking to Irene and said, "I..."

"Enough," Irene cut her off, "Jennifer told us to take care of you while she was away. Marissa will suck on you to get started. She is the best of us at this since she managed overcome her gag reflex, and she know a good deal about perineum massage. Richard, you will uncover yourself."

Having a young nubile woman drain him with what would possibly be an amazing blow job he could only muster a simple "No."

In response, Irene simply raised the gun and pointed it at him. Rick jumped, scooting himself up the bed into a sitting position and slowly pushed the bedspread off his naked body. His own body betrayed him at what he saw next.

Irene lowered the weapon back to her lap and said, "Go ahead, Marissa, but he doesn't deserve a blow job."

Marissa smiled shyly at Rick and unzipped then slipped the yellow dress of her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor to reveal that she wore no bra and no panties underneath. Her breasts were average sized and perky with youth. Her body was firm but curved in all the right places, her skin was tanned to a light brown, with no lines visible anywhere. He pussy was neatly trimmed landing strip of dark fur crowning her pubis.

She held Rick's gaze as she crawled up to him. Rick looked away as Marissa's tongue flicked out over his limp member. He and Irene stared unflinchingly at one another as Marissa rebelliously took Rick's dick into her mouth and began sucking. She messaged his perineum with her left hand and manipulated his balls in her right using her tongue circled his around its head working its way to the base of his cock and back to the head over and over again.

For a time, Rick was able to maintain control and keep himself from coming for several minutes. Her wet warm mouth matched with her enthusiasm, eventually overcame him. As his cock gave up the fight and his balls tensed up, Rick also gave up the staring contest with Irene he closed his eyes and, unable to restrain it, releasing a day's worth of come. Melissa expertly took each shot of semen down. The intensely pleasant sensations shot through his entire body from his crotch up to his spine and spread through his body. Rick had no idea a blow job could strip him of his strength. 

Marissa squirmed in pleasure as she the target of her efforts flooded into her mouth and down her throat. She hunched her back and pressed her mound against Rick's leg, rubbing herself and building her own arousal. Irene watched, judging when to give the next direction to the scene being played out in front over.

The stimulation from rubbing herself on Rick's leg caused Marissa to begin moaning. The moaning in turn inspired Rick to begin twitching his hips upward to meet Marissa's descending mouth.

Irene seeing this demanded, "Mount him, now Marissa!"

Eagerly but slowly, Marissa pulled her mouth off Rick's cock sipping out the last few drops of semen before sitting up. In a single fluid motion she moved her moist womanhood up from his leg, steadied his cock with her right hand and effortlessly yet perfect landed her lip on his head. With a simple flick of her back and waist she impaled herself on his cock, threw back her head and let out a whisper, "Finally I'm yours" as Rick thrust up to meet her he felt a slight resistance she was naturally tight, but was so naturally lubricated that her hymen posed little resistance to his entrance.

Rick couldn't stop his hips from moving with her nor did he want to any longer. As their pace became faster, Rick gave up trying to remain passive and took her firm ass and spread it in his hands pulling her down to meet his increasingly forceful thrusts. Rick could feel her fluid trickling out of her onto his balls. Her moans turned to cries each time he pushed up into her.

As Rick neared completion he slowed down. Marissa, surprised, looked down at him, her brown eyes wide. Somehow, she understood what he wanted without words and she smiled with something like worship as they rolled over together.

Rick was now on top and began stabbing himself down into her wetness, his hand grasping her firm breast. In short time, her cries gave way to screams of uncontrolled pleasure as she began orgasming repeatedly. Her clenching pussy sent Rick over the edge and he released into her with the roar of an animal. He collapsed on top of the girl, she entwined her legs around his and let out a breathless whisper, "Master, I've missed you."

Upon hearing this, proclamation Irene's face flashed with anger, but she said nothing. Instead, she got up and left the room. Rick eventually rolled off Marissa and lay panting on his back. He then questioned her, "Why did you call me that?"

"Call you what, Master?" Marisa said with a puzzeled naïve look to her. 

Rick replied "Yes, 'Master '—what is that?"

"That's what James liked us to call him." Marisa replied.

"Well, don't call me that my names 'Rick'." He said brushing her hair out of his face.

"Okay, Rick."She giggled, "It's weird calling you that, but I like it, thank you." She said with smile, feeling like she was now owned by Rick she propped herself up on an elbow and gazed at him, smiling "Can I fetch you anything, maybe a drink, or something to eat maybe?"

"Sure, a drink would be great. What do you have?" Rick asked kissing her on the forehead

Marisa closed her eyes as he kissed, with a sigh of joy she said, "Oh, anything you'd like! Beer, juice, tea, water, wine... if you name it, we probably have it."

Hoping Marisa would forget the gun when she left he found a way out,"Ok, then some juice please. No, wait—how about hot tea?" he said a hot drink would give him more time.

She nodded her head and said, "On its way!" then jumped out of bed and ran on her toes out of the room, still butt naked.

As soon as she was out the door, Rick rolled off the bed and moved to a window. Opening a curtain, he was momentarily taken aback at the sight outside. Perfectly manicured lawn that stretched on for at least two hundred yards broken up by bushes and flowering plants of all sorts, a score of shade trees that created idyllic little picnic spots for a hot summer's day, at least two decorative fountains, and a long, marbled pond that no doubt was home to fish that were just as expensive as everything else appeared. He opened the window and leaned out, but the sweet scent from the yellow roses below did nothing to take the edge off his disappointment as he saw that he was three stories up with a rose garden beneath him. "Too far to jump, maybe I can climb down?" he thought the wall was quite shear. He might be able to make it but the thought of trying made his heart race and his knees tremble. When it came to him, use the bed sheets!

As Marissa hustled down the stairs, she heard Irene and Jennifer arguing as they put away the kitchen supplies Jennifer brought back. 

"How could you do that?" Jennifer exclaimed, "That's rape! You and Marissa basically raped him!" while Irene put some of the can goods away.

"So did you," replied Irene, "Crawling on him in his sleep and getting off—you did the same thing."

Jennifer pinched the bridge of her nose, "Not at gunpoint, and he hadn't had sex in over a week it would be sadistic to leave him like that! And when I said, 'take care of him' I didn't mean sexually!" 

Irene noticed Marissa tip-toeing into the room. Their fighting had become frightening to Marisa their sisterly bond, had dissolved and she knew that her constant arguing. "Marissa!" said Irene, "you're supposed to be watching him. What are you doing down here?"

Marisa certain that Rick would put them all in line and restore harmony, "I'm making Rick some hot tea," she said without giving them much notice.

Jennifer jumped, "No, you get back up there and watch him. I'll make the tea."

As Marissa turned to go back upstairs, Irene continued, "Wait. Take my gun." She soon realized that she had left it in the master bed room. 

"Oh no." the three seemed to realize the situation and rushed up stairs. She opened the door to Rick's room and gasped at what she saw, bed sheets tied to the iron headboard and run out through the window; Rick was testing the ropes strength. "Rick!" she said, "Stop that!" she begged as Rick picked up the gun.

Rick hesitated, for a moment they just looked at each other. The gun wavered back and forth but Rick just could not seem to pull the trigger much less actually aim it at any of the women. Rick took in their situation, then steeled himself and stood tall. "Marissa," he said calmly putting the gun down.

The answer came meekly "Yes."

"Good. Then, Marissa, it's time. If you belong to me, if you serve me, then you will obey me now. Won't you, Marissa?" Rick said.

"Yes, master... I mean, 'yes, Rick'." She said her arms held near her chest her body langue screamed with uncertainty.

"Then I accept you. Come here." Then Rick reached out to her shoulder and pulled her into a gentle embrace. At this, the dam broke and Marissa sobbed into his chest. He soothed her gently making hushing noises and rubbing her back.

They were like this when the door opened and Irene walked in carrying a silver tray with a teapot and cup.

When Irene, witnessed the scene she exclaimed, "Marissa!" The tray crashed to floor as Rick quickly brought the gun to bear on Irene's center of mass.

Marissa spun around, saw Irene, saw Rick firmly aim the gun at Irene, she saw Rick's finger on the trigger. She saw the finger tightening and the trigger coming back. She saw Irene about to die. "No, Rick, don't!"

Rick stopped; the trigger a hair away from releasing. Silence reigned and no one moved until Jennifer, having heard the crash and come running up the stairs, burst into the room, "Everything is alright," he eventually said, as Irene's body-wracking sobs eased into something a little less powerful. "Maybe we can work something out, and I will certainly be your new owner."

Marissa returned to Rick, embracing him with all her might. Jennifer looked at him and smiled gratefully, but Irene didn't lift her head or show any other reaction to his words. She was blank just "Jennifer," he said, "Will you submit, obey me, and serve me without reservation?"

She paused, smiled and said, "So long as you will not leave us, yes: I will."

Rick took her at work, and thought "Close enough." Rick turned his head to the sobbing redhead instantly pitying her, she held him at gun point on more than one occasion but she was the softest of the bunch "Irene..."

At her name, Irene broke down in tears, "Yes"

Rick sighed, and managed to pry Marisa off of him "She's going to be a problem, but can you two give us some private time?" Rick said to Marisa and Jenifer "I just want help her get through this, she is just not as tough as she seemed." He continued picking her up.

The two girls quickly cleaned up the mess and left without a word. Irene apologized instantly "I'm sorry I'm so sorry for everything please forgives me." She sobbed.

"It's alright you're forgiven." Rick held her "Let me fix the sheets." Rick undid the make shift, waited till she had finished crying.

Irene finished crying, and as soon as she did Rick grabbed her by the neck and pushed her onto the bed. Without warning her ripped open her green silk shirt she wore a black satin strapless bra underneath very elegant and sexy rolled up into one. He striped her of the bra and laid his hands on her perky round breasts. 

He rubbed them enjoying the malleable milk sacks before he ripped off her pants. Beneath her pants were a lovely pair of black laced panties, and a garter belt holding up the most amazing stocking he'd ever seen. Rick promptly pushed her up on the bed removed the pants. Of all the women he'd ever fucked none of them ever wore this quality of garments much less could wear them so well. His dick was oozing precum but he took control and slowly removed the garter and pulled her stockings off slowly. 

Irene enjoyed the time he took removing her stockings, and she started to breathe normally again calmly, Rick noticed this and ripped her panties off he grabbed her face and opened her mouth gagging her with her panties, she kept her pussy trimmed in a neat and tight landing strip that was as red as her hair, "so you are a red head," with that he licked her lips and turned her on her stomach.

Rick grabbed her hands and found the hand cuffs he had been bound with; he secured her hands behind her back, and propped her ass up in the air leaving her womanhood and ass completely exposed. He spread her ass and shoved his throbbing hard on into her pussy, and began violently thrusting himself into her with his flesh violently. Irene made sounds in her throat and responded even more to his almost rough treatment of her body. "MMHHH OHHH" she tried to speak.

"You don't get to say a word you just take it." Rick said coldly as he came in her. She tried to slightly pull away from him instead he pulled her back onto his dick and began to jack hammer her pussy, "This is for pulling a gun on me!" he said feeling he was about to explode for the second time that day he pulled out and rolled Irene over. He finished on her stomach, and laid down next to her panting.

Irene looked at him her bright green eyes were no longer the stabbing and uncomfortable things they were before, Rick removed the handcuffs and gag her skin, "I knew you wouldn't harm me and it was scary but the good scary that is hard for me to describe, but when I was bad before I got spanked and I really liked that." She said eagerly wanting to start life as his woman.

"Alright, I will set some ground rules for you, but they will be my rules. I hope you don't mind but could get an omelet with sausage and green peppers. I honestly don't have it in me to do much else today." 

"Of course Rick, anything you like." Irene said stopping "Is that all you would like?" 

"Actually no, can you all clean up and get dressed like earlier I need a cat nap." Rick said laying back on the large bed, his only wish now is that he came to his senses sooner.