Storiesonline.net ------- Susan by Morgan © 1992, 2012 by Morgan. All rights reserved ------- Description: This is the next book in the Ali Clifford saga.A young woman is sold into slavery to cover her father's business debt. This story recounts her adventures. Codes: MF cons rom D/S ------- ------- Chapter 1 When she was summoned to join her parents in the living room, Susan Anthony was very surprised. First of all, ever since her return from the convent boarding school in England, Susan had been serving as cook, scullery maid, and cleaning woman for her parents. She never joined them when there were guests. In fact, even when they were alone she usually ate by herself in the kitchen after serving them at the dining table. Moreover, tonight there was a special guest who had joined her parents for dinner. Her mother had insisted that the menu be very special for their visitor. Although she was not invited to join them at the table — Susan would have been amazed to receive such an invitation — she was surprised that she wasn't asked to serve, either. Rather, she prepared the dinner and her mother served it, telling her as she began the service to go to her room and stay there. As she came down the hallway in response to her summons, Susan felt a premonition. At age eighteen, she was a very tall girl — five feet ten — with brilliant blue eyes and hair the color of newly-minted yellow gold. In just the few short months since she had returned from England she had gained a great deal of weight — again at her parents' insistence — and now weighed 175 pounds. Entering the living room she found her parents with their dinner guest, a young man she'd never seen before. He was a person who, as far as she knew, had never visited her parents, at least not since she'd returned home. Moreover, from her father's apparent nervousness and her mother's now-distraught appearance, the guest was not a good and dear friend of the family. "Susan," her father stated bluntly. "I would like you to meet Mr. Jeffrey Collins. He's now your master, having bought you from us." This man has bought me? But that's impossible, she thought. It's as if I'm going to be... his slave! But that's impossible because slavery is illegal. Nevertheless, Susan had been very well trained at the convent school in England, and obedience had been thoroughly instilled. Often at the end of a whip or a leather strap, she thought wryly. Swallowing hard she just said softly, "I'm sorry, Father, but would you please repeat what you just said. It almost sounded as if you said that Mr. Collins now owns me." "He does," Simon Anthony replied in a completely flat tone of voice. Her father's head was downcast. It was impossible for him to look Susan in the eye as he spoke. But in the same flat but subdued voice he continued, "I'm sorry, Susan, but I've suffered serious business reverses. As a result I need a great deal of money and the only source open to me now is Mr. Collins. A condition of his lending us the money is that he now owns you. You're to go with him and do everything he tells you to do. There's no need for you to bring anything with you since he has graciously offered to provide you with everything you'll need." Anthony tried to look at Susan but still could not. While still looking down at the carpet he continued, "He'll only provide the money that I need — and your mother needs — if we accede to this arrangement. Susan, you must do it ... for us!" Jeff Collins had said nothing since Susan had first appeared. Listening to her speak to her father, he found that she had a warm and very melodic voice with overtones of a British accent that he found to be thoroughly charming. While she was obviously very much overweight, that was an easy problem to correct. She also tended to slump — her shoulders were somewhat hunched over and rounded — which was a quite-common posture among girls with big tits who were embarrassed by their own chest size. Being hunched over caused her tits to sag against her chest and appear to shrink in apparent size. Her posture, too, would be easy for him to correct. Collins' heart turned over as he watched the poor girl scarcely able to control her tears — the corners of her eyes were visibly watering — but still she maintained control. "What am I to do with Mr. Collins, Father?" she asked softly. "You will obey Mr. Collins as you obeyed your teachers," Anthony replied. When he spoke the relief in his voice was obvious to everyone. Clearly he hadn't been at all sure what Susan's reaction would be. Simon Anthony could scarcely control his elation. Susan is going to cooperate! Now that the worst was over he finished, "That won't be very hard, will it, my dear?" "No, Father," she responded with the resignation as audible in her voice as the relief had been in his. Barbara Anthony had still said nothing. "There's one more thing we must establish before going further," Collins said. "It's part of our agreement, Anthony. Now do you want to tell your daughter or should I?" Simon Anthony's face fell for a moment but he quickly recovered. "Susan," he said peremptorily, "take off your pants and go to Mr. Collins. He needs to inspect your ... your private parts. We told him that your virginity is intact and he wishes to make sure. Go to him. It's a material — and rather important — part of our agreement." Susan was shocked and scared. Never had she undressed in front of anyone! She had never been undressed in front of either her schoolmates or the nuns. Of course she'd often been stripped to the waist when the Mother Superior ordered a beating, but with her arms wrapped around the whipping post there was little for anyone to see. The nun administering punishment always covered her with a coarse-textured cloak as soon as the beating was finished, too. Susan had concluded that the rough cloak was a part of the punishment. It was always agonizing when the very coarse material was draped over her bleeding shoulders, back, and buttocks. Although she didn't know it, the school which she had attended in England was highly specialized. Founded centuries earlier, it was still run by the same order of religious that had founded it. It dated back to the time of the Tudors when the King of England still had possessions in the Calais region of France. At that time the religious order operated on both sides of the English Channel and it still did. While the classroom education was quite primitive, the school really specialized in training girls to be wives and mothers. Its specialty was training in domestic arts including sewing and cooking. The cooking was taught by the French members of the order all of whom had been classically trained. It was this cuisine that she had been preparing for the Anthonys ever since her return. But now this! One of the strongest virtues taught at the school was chastity. Accordingly, not only was Susan still a virgin, she had never been kissed on the mouth nor had anyone — including herself — ever touched her private parts. Nevertheless, her training was strong, and obedience was the principal virtue. Crouching down, she reached up under her skirt which fortunately was very full and lowered her plain cotton panties. Carefully she stepped out of them to avoid tripping herself. Then holding the pants in her hand she went to Collins and stood in front of him. Jeff Collins took the opportunity to look at Susan Anthony carefully for the first time. Looking into her eyes he was dazzled. They were the most brilliant blue he had ever seen. Now, reflecting her fear, they were opened wide, but at the same time he could see they were filled with her grace and innocence. For some reason, he wanted to shake up this poor girl even more than she already was. Reaching out, he asked for her pants. Her eyes widened but again she did as he asked. Taking her pants he crushed them into a ball and then raised them to his nose. Remarkably, not only did they not stink, they carried a remarkably sweet and fresh odor which could only have come from Susan's genitals. Clearly, he thought, Susan Anthony is going to be very special! Dropping her pants he reached up under her skirt. When he did, Susan could feel his smooth hand on her very chubby thighs. It felt strangely exiting. In fact it was a sensation she'd never experienced in her life. But at the same time, remarkably, she felt a sense of embarrassment, not because a man was feeling her soft inner thigh, but because her thigh was so fat. Good Heavens! Susan thought. What could possibly be coming over me? With his hand now on her thigh Collins could feel the smooth texture of her skin. Slowly moving his hand up her leg he found her crotch and then her sex. Involuntarily, Susan gasped when his fingers touched her, but then she forced herself to relax again. Collins looked at the girl and was amazed. Clearly she was even more innocent than her parents had told him and yet ... Then he remembered something they had said: the preeminent virtue at her school was obedience, and he was experiencing the result of her training. On the spur of the moment he decided to continue his exploration. Probing her slit he found her tiny clitoris. When she gasped again, he ordered her to remain silent and to stand still. Remarkably, she did as she was told although the sensations Collins was creating in her crotch caused her knees to almost collapse beneath her. His finger kept moving on her tiny love bud and suddenly there was a flow of cuntal fluid down her legs. Ignoring her parents, Susan screamed as she experienced the first orgasm of her life. Moreover, being so innocent, the poor girl had no idea what had happened. Collins had his hand cupped under her crotch and caught much of her stream in it. Holding his hand up to her face he ordered, "Lick it." Again her eyes widened for an instant but then her pink tongue emerged from her mouth and daintily she began to lick the fluids off his hand. Looking at her, Jeff Collins was again amazed. In spite of doing something he was certain she'd never done before, she did it with an unconscious grace. "Did you like the taste, Susan?" he asked quietly. "You just licked up your love juices. I hope you liked the flavor." Poor Susan didn't know what to say, but it was clear that Mr. Collins was waiting for an answer. "It was ... was sort of sweet." Then surprisingly she stood up straight and put her shoulders back, throwing her tits up and out. "I liked the taste of my love juices, sir," she concluded. Only then did Collins remember what he had started to do. "Susan, do you know how to do a deep knee-bend?" he asked. "No, sir, I do not," she answered. Even though she'd only spoken a handful of words, Collins had already decided he adored the sound of her voice. "Spread your knees wide, Susan, while keeping your feet about where they are now," he instructed. "Then just lower your body toward the floor with your knees spread wide. Keep your back up straight. Do you understand now?" "I think so, sir," she replied softly and then did as he had instructed. As she lowered her body, Collins still had his large hand on her inner thigh while his middle finger continued to manipulate her clit. "Now, Susan, I'm going to inspect your vagina. Do you know what that is?" "No, sir, I do not," she replied. "But if it's where your hand is, I guess it's one of my most private parts, isn't it?" "It was, Susan," Collins replied in a strangely kind tone of voice, "but it is no longer. As my slave, your entire body is my property. It's to be open to me at all times. You no longer have any private parts. Do you understand?" "Yes, sir," she responded with a catch in her voice. Collins probed up her vagina with his finger and, as he expected, encountered the resistance of her hymen blocking his way. Removing his finger, he told her she could stand up again. When she did, he again held his hand up to her mouth and told her to lick it off completely. Again she did as she had been instructed. At that point Collins reached into his jacket pocket, took out his checkbook and scribbled out a check. Ripping it out, he got up and walked across to where Simon Anthony was sitting. "She is, as advertised, an unpenetrated virgin. Here is your check. Since there's nothing further, Susan and I will be leaving now." Then his voice took on a harsh edge as he added to Simon Anthony, "I'll expect the first interest payment from you six months from today. Please don't be late." At that point he merely nodded toward the Anthonys. Susan noted that he didn't shake hands. "Come, Susan," he said imperiously. "We're leaving. Perhaps you might like to say goodbye to your parents. You may never see them again," he concluded ominously. When Susan went to her mother, Collins noted with some surprise that she gave her mother only a perfunctory peck on the cheek. Even that was more than she could bear to give her father. To Collins' astonishment, all she did was shake his hand. Then turning to Collins she asked, "Do I need to bring anything with me, sir?" "Nothing at all, Susan," he replied. "What you're now wearing is all that you'll need." Leaving the apartment building, Susan was surprised to realize that she was feeling no sense of loss. Although she was certainly apprehensive, for some reason she felt a sense almost of relief to be out of the Anthony household. While Jeffrey Collins would probably beat her, for some reason she found that she was looking forward to it. Jeff lavishly tipped the doorman who had been looking after his car, a very expensive low-slung European sport coupe. To her surprise he held the door for her and assisted her in. Going around to his side, he got in, started the car, and smoothly pulled away from the curb. As soon as they were out of the doorman's sight Jeff said, "Slave, pull your skirt up to your hips and spread your thighs as far apart as you can. I want your bare ass on the leather." To her surprise he tossed over her pants, now just a small wad of cotton material. "Slave Susan, while we're driving to my place, I want you to be productive. Specifically, I want you to use the index finger of my right hand to masturbate yourself. Put your pants under your cunt. It will take us about thirty minutes to reach my apartment. Within that time I expect you to have your pants dripping wet with your cunt juices. Now hold my finger like a pencil and begin." To his utter amazement, Susan proceeded to do exactly what he had told her. First she took her pants and folded them into the shape of a small sponge that she put at the mouth of her cunt. Then she took his finger and began to touch it to her clitoris. Incredibly, had it not been for Jeff's handling her earlier, she would have had no idea what to do. He could feel his fingertip against her love bud and could feel her varying the pressure and the motion. Clearly, he realized, she was experimenting on her own body. When he saw her face contorted he said, "Slave, as a special treat tonight, you may even make sounds if you wish. It's no longer necessary for you to remain silent." "Thank you, dearest Master," Susan said. Then she began to groan and then scream as she reached the second orgasm of her life. Following a suggestion Jeff made, she slid her seat back as far as it would go, tilted the seat back and slid her body forward so her butt was on the seat's forward edge. With her knees spread as far apart as possible within the restricted width of the car, she finally had access to her vagina. Gently she took his finger and poked it up her tight passage. Almost instantly she came again. By the time the car had pulled into the garage beneath his apartment, Susan was in a daze. She had no idea where she was or what had happened. All she knew was that her cotton pants were now dripping wet with her cuntal juices. "That was wonderful, Slave," Jeff exclaimed. "Now put your head back, open your mouth wide, and squeeze the juices from your pants into your mouth." With her body still shaking from the series of emotional shocks she had just experienced, she did as he had ordered. Remarkably she found her juices to be very sweet. She had even come to like the taste of her own body fluids. ------- Chapter 2 To Susan Anthony's utter amazement, not only did Jeff come around the car to open the door for her, he actually helped her out. Moreover, he held her tightly in his arms when she was on her feet because he could tell that she was still physically reeling from the series of emotional and physical shocks. When he saw that her eyes were clear, he released her but extended his arm. Her eyes widened but she took his arm as she'd been taught to do at school. Jeff led her to an elevator that they took up to the lobby floor of the building. There, instead of taking one of the main elevators, he guided her around a corner to a private one. After activating an electronic key in his pocket, the elevator doors slid open smoothly revealing the most beautiful elevator car Susan could imagine. It was paneled in beautifully polished furniture-grade cherry. There was a large mirror in the back of the car and even a leather-upholstered bench that ran across its width. Continuing the surprises, Collins seated her on the bench, pressed the single button and then sat down beside her. As the car rose silently and smoothly, Jeffrey reached for her right hand. When she extended it, he took it in his large one and just examined it. This girl is almost beyond belief, Jeff Collins thought. Her hand is so beautifully shaped. It's very slim with long, very graceful fingers. Then to his surprise as well as hers, he lifted it to his lips and tenderly kissed the back of her fingers. "Why did you do that, Master?" she asked softly. "I'm only a slave." All Jeff Collins could do was shake his head. He had no idea at all. The elevator car came to a very smooth stop and the doors opened smoothly obviating the need for any answer. Again, though, he extended his hand to help her to her feet. Stepping out, Susan found herself in a small hallway that was essentially an extension of the elevator car. It was paneled and furnished in an identical fashion. As he reached for his keys and opened the apartment door, Susan looked at him carefully. He had hair somewhat darker than her own, on the brown side of gold. He also had blue eyes, but his were piercing and normally cold rather than very warm the way hers usually were. Jeffrey was very large, being over six feet three. Susan guessed he would weigh more than 225. While her complexion was now very pale — she had not been outdoors since returning from England — Jeff was very tanned. At least all of his body that she could see was tanned. He's very trim with wonderfully broad shoulders and a very narrow waist. His age is ... Wait! I was going to estimate mid-thirties, but he appears younger — possibly mid-twenties. But if he's that young, where did all of his money come from? "Do you approve?" Jeff asked quietly. Susan jumped in surprise. "I'm sorry, sir," she said dropping her eyes. "I should not have been staring at you like that." Then Susan stood up as straight as she could and said, "It's not a slave's position to approve or disapprove, Mr. Collins. Since my parents have sold me to you and made me your slave, I shall try to be the best slave I can be." He saw tears form in the corners of her eyes as she continued, "Unfortunately, sir, I don't know anything about being a slave. I'm afraid that it will be necessary for you to teach me my duties." While they were talking Collins had led the way out to the kitchen. When Susan saw it, she let out an involuntary gasp of joy. It was the most magnificently equipped kitchen she could possibly imagine. "Oh, Mr. Collins, this kitchen is magnificent!" she exclaimed. Then to Jeff's utter amazement she quipped, "But on the other hand now there's no possible excuse for me ever serving anything other than magnificent meals." Again Collins was astonished by the girl's reaction. He smiled warmly and said, "Slave Susan, we may get along very well after all. But now for openers, take off all of your clothes." Although nothing had been said earlier, his order came as no surprise to her. Looking at her carefully, all Jeff could see was that her eyes widened for an instant. Then she unbuttoned her blouse and hung it over the back of a kitchen chair. "You don't have to be careful with anything now, Slave," Jeff said. "All of the things you're wearing tonight are going to be thrown out." The girl just swallowed hard at the news. She released the waistband of her skirt and let it drop to the floor. Since her pants had long since disappeared, her dense patch of curly golden pubic hair was now fully revealed. Because she had been in her bedroom when her parents had summoned her — could it have been less than an hour earlier? — she was wearing no stockings. As quickly as she could she unfastened the catch of her bra, shrugged it over her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Jeff could see the poor girl's hands fluttering nervously and yet, in spite of her obvious instinct to cover her breasts and loins, her hands remained at her sides. "I'm very proud of you, Slave," he said quietly. "You've never been naked in the presence of a man before, have you?" "I ... I ... I've never been naked in the presence of anyone," she squeaked. "At least not since I was a small baby." At that point she finally lost control and began to weep. Nevertheless, she still made no effort to cover herself but just stood with her head up straight while tears rolled unchecked down her cheeks. Although her head was up straight, her eyes were closed. As a result she had no warning when Jeff's hand slapped her hard across the face. "You may not cry or cry out without first asking permission," he said. Then pointing to the wall he said, "Stand up straight with your back to the wall, Slave. Keep your hands at your sides, but roll your hips back. I want your shoulder blades, the tips of your shoulders, and your hips to all be touching the wall. Do you understand?" "Yes, sir," she replied quietly and immediately did as she was told. Jeff took the opportunity to take his first good look at his acquisition. To his surprise, she was far better than he had dared hope. Since he was six feet three, he had always been more comfortable with tall girls. At five feet ten, Susan was perfect. While she maintained the position he had ordered, it was clear that her bone structure was also superb. Her golden hair and brilliant blue eyes were incredible. Clearly, this girl could be a remarkable beauty. "Susan, the first thing for you to do is to lose some weight — a lot of weight — and get in shape. Your ass is much too big and flabby." Hearing the criticism, Susan mentally winced. But why should I care? she asked herself. I'm only a slave girl, after all. Why should I care if I have a fat and flabby ass? Susan mentally answered her own question, Because, you dunce, you're in the presence of a very handsome man and you don't want him to think you're a fat slob! Even if that's exactly what you are! "Slave, there are a few more rules for you to obey. First, you are never to cover yourself. I was pleased to see that you remembered that rule from the drive home. You are always to be available to me. Your body exists solely for my pleasure. In that connection, I never want to see your legs together if you can possibly avoid it." As soon as he spoke she moved her feet apart to open her crotch as much as her posture would permit. "When I wish to inspect you or some part of your body, you're to make it available to me instantly. Do you understand?" "Yes, Master," she replied softly. "Would you like to inspect my unworthy body now, sir?" Jeff took her right breast in his hand and squeezed it roughly. Then he pinched its nipple hard between his thumb and forefinger. In spite of his prior warning, Susan squealed in pain. An instant later his hand slapped back and forth across her face. "I told you, Slave, that you may not scream without first asking permission. Is that not an easy order for you to understand?" Tears flowed down her cheeks but she didn't make another sound. While he was handling her breasts as roughly as possible, he also noticed how beautifully shaped they were, in spite of being too big with fat. Her nipples were tiny pink buds that were tip-tilted up toward his face. "Pick up your clothing, Slave," he ordered. Instantly Susan did what he told her. Then she followed him to the corner of the kitchen where there was a spring-loaded door in the wall. A small label above it identified it as the incinerator. Jeff opened the door and motioned with his hand. Susan had previously rolled her clothing into a ball. Now she just slid them down the chute. When the door closed she realized that she now had no clothes of any kind. Before the idea could even fully sink in, Jeff said, "Slave, go back to where you were and face the wall. I wish to continue my inspection. This time when he squeezed her asscheeks as hard as he could, Susan didn't make a sound. Incredibly, though, when he did it she felt a wonderful melting sensation deep in her body. She found his touch to be thrilling. Even when he told her to turn, bend over and put her hands on her knees she did it. With her legs spread wide, she realized that she was open to him. She was afraid that even her tiny asshole was fully exposed. Although it had not been when she first feared it, Jeff used his fingers to spread her asscheeks. She gasped when she felt his finger probe into her bottom. This time when she stood up again, Jeff's hand slapped back and forth across her face three times. "I'm sorry, Master," she said quietly. I'll try to be a better slave." Jeff Collins proceeded to give Susan a tour of his apartment. She learned that it was the penthouse on the fortieth floor of an apartment structure on New York's upper East Side. In spite of the building occupying an entire city block, the penthouse occupied the whole roof. In addition to the penthouse structure, Susan found that there was a quarter-mile track, a fifty-meter swimming pool, and a sauna. They went out on the roof from a fully-equipped exercise room. Right outside the door was a post nearly as big in diameter as a telephone pole, but only seven feet high. Surrounding the post was a gravel bed. "What's this, Master?" she asked quietly. Jeff found he could listen to this girl talk forever. Her voice was so musical and at the same time so soothing to listen to. "It's a whipping post, Slave. And I suppose there's no time like the present to break it in. Please come with me." Susan followed him back into the exercise room and over to a wall cabinet. When he opened it a whole array of whips and bondage devices was revealed. "Susan, select a nice whip, please, for your initiation," Jeff told her. He wondered what she would do. To his utter amazement Susan went to the cabinet and proceeded carefully to inspect his entire collection. He was shocked when she said, "Sir, these instruments need a great deal of work before they will be fully effective." Presenting him with one of the biggest whips — a full-sized bullwhip — she said, "But I think this will be adequate." 'Would you like a restraint, Susan?" Jeff asked. "You're not permitted to move, you know." "It will not be necessary, sir," she replied and this time led the way out to the whipping post. Turning to him he could see that there were tears at the corners of her eyes but that was all. "How many strokes will you administer, sir? When he told her ten she continued, "Will you divide them, please, between my back and my chest?" At this request, Jeff was struck dumb. He couldn't say a word. Susan went to the post, wrapped her arms around it and just hugged it tightly. He was utterly stunned when she said, "Oh, Master! This is so much nicer than the one at school. This is so nice and polished while the one at school was very old and rough and covered with splinters. This is just so neat!" Jeff let the whip unroll on the ground, and then cracked it across her back. Again her reaction astonished him. She turned her head so she could just manage to see the corner of her back. Then she ran her hand over it and just shook her head. Leaving the whipping post she went back to Jeff, took the whip from him and said, "Master, that will never do. Your stroke didn't even break my skin. And, sir, you were using far too much wrist — you could sprain it that way. You must use a full arm swing and let the tip of the whip wrap around my body a bit. Then, when the tip is caressing my body you yank back quickly on the handle. That's what leaves the very best bloody stripes. May I show you, Master?" Utterly dumfounded, he gave Susan the whip. She coiled it quickly and expertly, let it unroll and then cracked it against the post. As she had described, she let the tip wrap around the post and then she jerked it back. Jeff swallowed hard when he saw that the whip had left a light-colored mark on the post where it had stripped off the finish. With that Susan went back to the post and took her position. This time Jeff followed her instructions exactly. He allowed the tip to wrap around her ribs and then yanked back on its handle. Had she not been holding the post tightly she would have been dumped on the ground. Again she left the post and came over to him. "Isn't this so much better, Master?" she asked. Reaching around behind her back she ran her fingers over the cut and found it was bleeding freely for its entire length. "Sir, it felt exactly like a white-hot wire cutting into my body. Now that's the way discipline should be administered!" Then she dropped to her knees, took his hand in hers, kissed it and said, "Thank you, dear Master, for trying to make me a better slave." Jeff was just slowly shaking his head as she again returned to her position at the whipping post. Four more times the whip cracked. Two strokes were across her shoulders, one was across her back while the last two inflicted deep cuts on her buttocks. Jeff was beside himself because after every stroke Susan thanked him for trying to make her a better slave. After the fifth stroke, Susan turned around and wrapped her arms behind her to hug the post behind her back. When she hugged, it caused her breasts to stand out from her chest. This time she turned her head away from the whip to try to avoid being struck in the face. Two strokes opened deep cuts in her breasts, one crossed her belly, while the last two were on her hips and loins. When he finished, Jeff realized that he was close to tears himself. But Susan came to him, dropped to her knees, picked up the end of the whip and kissed its blood-soaked tip. "Thank you, dear Master, for helping to make me a better slave." Jeff was almost beside himself. He had thought to terrify the young girl to get her to cooperate with his scheme. But instead she was taking charge of her own punishment. While she was still on her knees he looked down at her and almost became ill. Blood was flowing freely down her entire body. Her whole torso was now red with her blood. "Why did you do this, Susan?" he asked. He even forgot to call her "Slave". "Do what, Master?" she asked genuinely puzzled by his question. "Why did you give me lessons in how to whip you," he replied. "You said yourself that the first time I didn't even cut your skin." "But, Master, it's a slave's duty to assist her master in every way possible. Since I'm now your slave, I, of course, want to become the finest slave I possibly can be." Then he noticed that tears were flowing freely from her eyes but, following his previous orders, she did nothing at all to control them. "But why are you crying then, Susan?" he asked gently. "Because ... Because I always hoped and prayed I would someday find a man who would love me and cherish me ... A man who would take my virginity and then train my body to respond to his every wish and whim. I would love him, cherish him, nurture him ... And ... And ... and then maybe someday God would bless our marriage and allow my belly to swell as my husband's child grew inside me. Then I would love it and nurse it and nurture it..." By now Susan's head had sagged downward and she was looking down at the ground. But then with a quick move she knelt up straight, raised her head and looked right into Jeff's eyes. "But since that can no longer be, Master, instead I will try to be the very finest slave in the whole world. I'll try very hard, Master, to make you proud of me by serving you in every possible way as your body slave." It was all Jeff Collins could do to keep from breaking down in tears. What Susan had said was, in fact, exactly what he was intending to do. After having dated for more than ten years — he was only twenty-six years old — he had decided that the only girls with whom he ever had social contact were self-centered, spoiled, man-hating pigs. The fact was, he admitted to himself, having been born to great wealth and then having made a number of brilliant investments, making money was both too easy for him and not even necessary. Since his net worth was denominated in billions of dollars, if he just converted his wealth to currency — even in large-denomination bills, it would fill a railcar — he couldn't possibly spend it in his lifetime. Moreover, because of his vast wealth he could indulge his whims, and that was what he was in the process of doing. But it wasn't working out the way he had expected. He reached down to the kneeling girl. Susan looked up at Jeff's face and was astonished. Although she could be mistaken there almost appeared to be tears in the corners of his eyes. When she extended her hands and took his, she was amazed at the gentle way he helped her to her feet. "What's wrong, Master?" she asked. "Did I do something to upset you?" "Yes, you did..." Before he could say another word Susan picked up the whip from the ground where he had dropped it, put it back in his hand and returned to the whipping post. "Ten more lashes across my chest, please, Master," she said. "I'm very sorry, beloved master. I'll try ever so hard never to upset you again." Jeff dropped the whip like a hot potato, went to the whipping post, and, ignoring the cuts and the blood still dripping from all of them, scooped her up in his arms. Acting purely by instinct, Susan wrapped her arms around his neck as he quickly carried her back into the house. This time he entered a different door, one that took them into a huge shower room. In spite of her weight, he carried her as if she were weightless. For her part, although the pressure on the whip cuts was agonizing, that was nothing compared to her embarrassment at being so ungainly. After setting her down gently on a bench, he proceeded to strip off all of his clothes. When he dropped his shorts, Susan's eyes widened as she saw his semi-erect penis. Jeff had not said a word. Now he turned on a series of faucets. Suddenly it was as if three walls of the room were showering water. Susan had never seen anything like it. Jeff came over to where she was still sitting and extended his hands. She followed him into the water. In spite of the open cuts, the warm water streaming over her bleeding body felt heavenly. When Jeff lightly ran his fingers over her body to try to wash off the congealed blood, his fingers felt so gentle. "Can you kneel, Susan?" he asked softly. "Of course, Master," she replied instantly, dropping to her knees. There was an expression of dismay on her face when she responded. Now Susan was on her knees looking up at him with the water soaking her golden hair. Jeff noted that all it did was show a more pronounced wave. Kneeling, her face was almost level with his penis. "Master, is this the male sex organ?" she asked pointing to it. She was so impressed she could only point. "Yes, Slave, it is," he replied. "You may touch it, if you wish. Would you like to?" "Would my master like me to?" she countered. Having retrieved a bottle of shampoo, Jeff had poured some on her hair. It was a new experience for him. Although he shampooed his own hair several times a week in the shower, it was cropped quite short — almost a semi-crew cut — so the whole process only took a minute or two. In contrast he found that Susan's hair was very long, very full, and very dense. "While I work on your hair, Slave, why don't you try out my cock for taste. Suck it. Do you know how?" "No, sir," she replied softly. "But I assume I'm to take this beautiful thing into my mouth." Then cradling his scrotum with its pair of very large balls in both hands she asked, "Do I take this in, too?" Initially Jeff wanted to laugh but he controlled himself. He decided that this girl kneeling before him was potentially the most beautiful girl in the whole world. Moreover, her question was motivated only by the purest innocence. There wasn't the least hint of teasing. "No, Slave, you just take the barrel. Can you do it? Do you wish some instruction?" Susan had reached out and gently touched his prick. As soon as she did it began to become fully erect. This process both amazed and amused her. Very gently she began to run her long fingers over it and it got bigger and bigger as she did. "It's so big!" she exclaimed. With her eyes bright she looked up at Jeff and added, "Master, your sex organ is so beautiful! I must be the luckiest slave in the whole world to have a master with a sex organ as beautiful as yours." Meanwhile, Jeff had poured a quantity of shampoo on Susan's head and was working the lather into it. He decided that he was having a great deal of fun, too. But in response to Susan's comment he said, "Slave, it's called a prick or a cock. Often it's called a cock when it's erect the way it is now. But do you know how to take it inside you?" "What a luscious cock!" she exclaimed in a quiet, almost reverent, tone of voice. Then Susan leaned forward and took its tip into her mouth. As soon as she did it extended more, and more, and still more. It was gigantic! Ignoring the suds flowing down toward her eyes, she concentrated on getting a line so that she could take the whole length into her mouth. Although her knowledge of physiology was virtually nonexistent, it didn't take rocket science to determine that the only way his whole length could possibly get into her mouth would be if its tip went down her throat. Lining up her body she proceeded to do just that. To her amazement, it worked. Now that she was able to take in his full length, she figured there must be something more. Withdrawing Jeff's cock from her mouth completely, she looked up at his face. Meanwhile, he had been having a fine time feeling the softness and slickness of her glorious golden hair. Although she was very pale, her skin was as perfect as he could possibly imagine. Since he was so intent on what he was doing, he almost missed it when she looked up at him. "Master," she asked, "does something come out of your cock? Something does, doesn't it?" "Yes, Slave. The fluid is my semen. My sperm is in it. It meets a woman's egg and conception may occur. Then she becomes pregnant. But you know all that, certainly." "I'm terribly sorry, sir," she sad sadly, "but I do not. All I ever learned was that after the wedding my husband would take me into his bed. The nuns never told us what he would do with me, though." Surprisingly, she grinned and added, "I'm not really sure if they knew, either." "Susan, you are too much!" Jeff exclaimed. "But in the answer is yes. Something comes out of my cock. And, my Slave, you're expected to swallow it all. Is that understood?" "Of course, sir," she replied. Turning her attention back to his cock, she began to move it in and out of her mouth and throat. Then she remembered that Collins had used the term "suck it," so she did. While she was moving the cock in and out she was looking up at him. Susan decided that Jeff Collins was the most physically perfect man in the whole world. Standing over her naked with his legs apart, he was like a golden Greek god. She just loved to watch the movement of the powerful muscles in his thighs, upper arms, and shoulders. For his part, Jeffrey Collins was beside himself. In one sense, nothing he had planned for Susan was happening. He had planned to abuse her and frighten her to prepare her for sex and for the loss of her virginity. Instead, he found that she was potentially the most beautiful woman alive who only wished to be the best slave in the world to serve him. Instead of abusing her, she taught him how to use a whip. He was stunned. While he was musing, his hands were busy shampooing her hair. Even this, he found, gave him a surprising thrill. And at the same time this glorious girl was moving her head up and down the length of his fully-engorged cock. Suddenly he could feel that he was about to explode in her mouth. Susan seemed to know what was about to happen and pulled his cock out until only its tip was still in her. As he felt himself jet into her mouth, to his amazement, she was using both of her hands gently to milk his balls to maximize his flow. When his flow ebbed and then stopped, she eased his cock out of her mouth and then ran her tongue over her lips. "Master, that was utterly delicious. Is that how a man and woman make love? Did we just make a baby?" Her eyes were wide and her back was up straight as she looked up at his face. Jeff's first temptation was to laugh but he realized that the poor girl really didn't know anything about sex. Suddenly he felt very small as he realized what a truly remarkable woman was kneeling before him. And she considered him to be her owner! By this time he had completed the shampooing so he extended his hands to her. She put her hands in his and allowed him to pull her to her feet. It was only then that Jeff realized that she'd been resting her badly lacerated ass on her ankles without making a sound or in any way indicating that she was in pain. When she was on her feet, he escorted her out of the shower and ordered her to stand still. Taking a huge white bath towel he gently blotted her body dry being as careful as possible not to further irritate the whip cuts on her body. When she protested that she was the slave and should be drying his body, Jeff reminded her that as his slave her responsibility was to do whatever he told her to do. Right now he was ordering her to stand still and allow her body to be dried off. However, the fullness and length of her hair threw him. He really didn't know how women dried their hair, so he gave her another bath towel and told her to dry it herself. Even though she was completely naked, she improbably grinned at him when he gave her the towel. Jeff thought that she was the cutest thing he had ever seen in spite of her height and overweight condition. "Is there a hair dryer, Master?" Susan asked. "If it is your pleasure, I could dry it and then fix it. How would you like me to wear it, sir? Since you so-beautifully washed it, I'm assuming you don't want me to cut it short." Jeff showed her where there was a stool sitting in front of a mirror. Ignoring the cuts across her ass, she very gracefully sat on it, took the dryer he gave her and proceeded carefully to dry her hair. As it dried, Jeff was delighted to see it glow like newly-minted yellow gold. Using an elastic, she tied it behind her neck in a ponytail, looked up at him and asked, "Does my wonderful master approve of his slave?" "You're beautiful, Susan," he said softly. "Before you rise, we might as well start with some vocabulary. Present yourself to me, please." He could see the fear in Susan's eyes as she looked up at him and said, "Darling master, I'll do anything you ask of me, but I don't know how to do that. How do I present myself to you, sir? I shouldn't remain seated, should I?" Quickly he told her to remain where she was and how to begin her presentation. Turning to face him she cupped her breasts in her hands and said, "These are my breasts, Master. You did such a masterful job of slicing them with the whip, too..." "Slaves don't have breasts," Jeff interrupted. "They have tits or boobs. Which do you have, Slave?" Susan looked down at her chest and seemed to bounce her breasts in her hands. Looking thoughtful she finally said, "I have tits, Master. They're fat and sort of flabby now, but they're nicely shaped and I like my little nipples." Suddenly she looked concerned and added, "But I don't count. You're the only one who does. If you like big nipples I'll try to make mine bigger..." "I love tiny nipples," Jeff surprised himself by saying. "However, I want your nipples always to be engorged. Now pinch your nipples, pull them, and make them erect. Do it now." Susan instantly did what she'd been told. Jeff was amazed and amused to see the expression of pleasure and joy as her nipples grew in length. Clearly Susan had just had a new experience. Her face was joyful as she looked up at him and said, "Master, it makes my tits feel so good! Is ... Is ... Is this a form of masturbation?" "Why do you ask?" Jeff replied. "And for that matter, how is it you know so much about whips?" "It was my school," she replied softly. "Whipping was the preferred form of punishment. And since I attended the school for six years, during my last two years I was in charge of whipping the younger girls." Looking directly into his eyes she added, "I was really very good." "Since you're so innocent, Susan, how did you ever hear of masturbation?" he asked. Tears formed at the corners of her eyes as she replied, "It was Colette Dupuis, last year. She was a classmate of mine. Sister Agnes found her in her room masturbating. At least that's what she said. Anyway, as punishment, Colette was ordered to appear before the entire school naked. We had almost 100 students. "While she was forced to continue to masturbate herself, one by one, every student in the school each gave her five lashes. The whips were changed, of course, because the younger girls couldn't handle the big ones. The whipping was administered by the youngest girls first, followed by the older ones. "As a senior, I was one of the very last. By the time it was my turn, poor Colette was down on her knees — she could no longer stand — but she was still masturbating as she'd been ordered to do. There was a small pool of her cuntal juices under her surrounded by a much larger pool of her blood. Her entire body was just a mass of bloody strips of flesh. There were even cuts across her face. Since I was pretty good with a whip and since she was just a mass of blood anyway, I snapped the whip but didn't hit her with it. "When I finished my five, the poor girl raised her head and held out her arms to me. I went to her, let her hold me tightly, and then kiss me. I kissed her back, too, on her lips!" Susan said proudly. "It felt so great!" Then she looked up at Jeff's face and added, "Of course her blood was all over my uniform so I got twenty lashes, too. But I was counting on that." "You were what?" Jeff exclaimed. "Did I hear you say you were counting on being beaten? Why, on earth, would you do such a thing." "Because after twenty lashes or more we were sent to the infirmary. I wanted to go so I could care for poor Colette. Even after graduation — and that was six weeks later — Colette was still in bed. But I think she'll make it," Susan concluded. "She's very strong and a very brave girl, but she needed someone to care for her, at least for the first week or so. You see, Master, in the infirmary a girl's expected to care for herself. In some ways the nuns can be quite cruel. She would have died because she was incapable of moving. So I took care of her." Jeff realized he had just received another insight into this incredible young woman who had come into his life. Totally at a loss for words, he said, "Let's return to your presentation. What's next?" Spreading her thighs as far apart as she could, she spread her labia with her long fingers. "This is..." Suddenly Susan's face fell and she said, "I'm terribly sorry, Master. I really don't know what it is. I don't know anything!" she wailed. "That's your luscious cunt," Jeff said softly. "But now come with me, my darling slave." Susan looked at him strangely but then took his hands when he offered them. "What's the trouble?" he asked as he led her out of the shower complex and into another room. "Beloved master," she said softly, "it almost sounded like you referred to me as 'my darling slave.' Could I possibly have heard those words?" Grinning down at her he said, "And I could almost swear I hear you refer to me as 'beloved master.' Could I possibly have heard those words?" "But it's entirely different, beloved master," she protested. "You own me. I'm your property, so..." Then she lowered her eyes, shook her head sadly and said, "I need to be punished severely, my darling, for lying to you." Looking up, he again realized how incredibly brilliant and guileless her blue eyes really were. Tears began to flow from them but she didn't lower her gaze. "I called you my beloved master because that's what you are. I realize, my darling owner, that I've only known you for a few hours. Nevertheless, I now know that I utterly adore you. Isn't that funny?" Holding her head up straight she announced, "I need at least twenty-five strokes with the whip for lying to you, my darling." "And who is the slave?" he demanded. "You or me?" "But I am, of course, my darling!" "Then I will decide when and if you will receive punishment. Understand?" Her reaction again astonished him. Her eyes flashed and suddenly she dropped to her knees, bent over and kissed his bare feet. Then she just moved back while remaining prostrate with her forehead still touching the floor. Looking down he winced as he saw the cuts scoring her back and ass. Nevertheless, she seemed oblivious to the pain and just remained motionless. "I assume that your kissing my feet indicates agreement. Now how about getting off your face and back on your feet?" This time he knelt, took her hands and helped her up. Susan had been so preoccupied with the events she had paid no attention to where she was. She found herself in a room set up with two massage tables and other paraphernalia. When Jeff just pointed to one of the tables, she climbed up on it and lay on her belly. To her amazement, Jeff then took some materials from a cabinet and in the gentlest way possible began to clean the cuts on her back. After cleaning them, he careful applied an antiseptic ointment and finally a pain killer. When he told her to roll over carefully, he was surprised to see that tears were flowing down her cheeks. However, she was making no move to touch them. The tears just continued to flow. "What's the trouble, my darling?" he asked softly. "This is so wrong, beloved master," she complained softly. "The residual pain is a substantial part of any punishment. I'm supposed to hurt. The pain serves as a constant reminder to me to try to be a better slave. But don't you know that?" "That's as it may be," he said. As he spoke he stuck out his tongue. This provoked an instantaneous burst of laughter from Susan. Then she looked embarrassed, but then burst into laughter again when Jeff just grinned at her and made a "for shame" motion moving one forefinger over the other. "Furthermore, I've decided that you're probably a masochist. So, as the sadist that I am, I chose not to inflict the pain you so obviously wish to feel." Susan propped herself up on her elbows and looked down at her body. Again to Jeff's dismay, tears began to flow. "Isn't it simply awful?" she asked. "My darling master, you have the body of a Greek god while I have ... have ... lard!" Looking plaintively into his eyes she continued, "Master, you have such magnificent facilities here for exercising. Would it ... Could it ... Could I ... use them... ? Sometimes... ? Maybe late at night when you're asleep? Or something?" "Don't be ridiculous! Of course not!" he exclaimed. The poor girl looked crushed as he continued, "If you think I'm going to let you keep me awake all night long splashing around in the pool, you're crazy! You'll spend all day exercising." He looked very stern as he glared down at her. Then he was surprised again when she reached out her arms toward him. When he moved closer, she was able to put her hands around his neck and pull his head down to hers. Then she cocked his head slightly and put her lips on his. Ignoring the cuts on her back he put his arms around her shoulders and hugged her tightly while their lips merged. It was the most incredible sensation he had ever experienced in his entire life. There was just a steadily increasing surge of electricity flowing back and forth between them and the sound of beautiful bells ringing in his ears. At the same time he realized that it was the most innocent kiss he could possibly imagine. But it was a kiss of incredible purity and love. When he gently relaxed his hold on her, he looked down and saw that her eyes were closed. When they blinked open, Susan gave him the warmest, happiest smile he could imagine and said, "Thank you, beloved master." Then with her eyes as big as saucers she said, "That was a kiss, wasn't it?" When he just nodded, she said softly, "No wonder the nuns didn't want us to kiss..." Then she looked puzzled and said, "But when I kissed Colette Dupuis it wasn't like that. It was warm and loving but there was no electricity..." Realization dawned and she continued as if she was talking to herself, "But she's a girl and you're a man ... And now my cunt is running with my fluids again..." Jeff just shook his head. Then he finished treating the cuts on her breasts, belly, and loins. As he did Susan seemed almost impervious to the pain. She continued to prop herself up on her elbows and watched as he worked on them. When he finished she asked if she could give him another kiss to thank him but he just grinned and shook his head. "You're already becoming spoiled, my darling slave. The answer is no." Helping her off the massage table, Jeff escorted Susan into a part of the apartment she hadn't seen earlier. He brought her into his bedroom. Initially, Jeff had planned to degrade Susan to accustom her to the idea of slavery but clearly it was totally unnecessary. He couldn't imagine a person trying harder to please him in every way imaginable. So, quickly improvising, he changed his plan. "This is the room you'll share with me, Slave. It's your responsibility to clean it, care for it, serve me, but above all, to keep me warm in bed at night. Do you understand?" All she could do was nod her head. When he showed her the size of the bathroom — it was larger than most master bedrooms — her eyes bugged. Then he showed her an enormous walk-in closet which he said was hers. It was completely empty and he told her there would be no clothing purchased for her until she shed a great deal of excess weight. "In that connection, my darling slave, all you may eat until further notice, are two slices of bread per day and water. But at the same time you'll be preparing magnificent meals for me. Is that clear?" Again he was amazed as she eagerly nodded her head. As they prepared for bed she asked about his hours — he was always up at six-thirty — and breakfast eating habits — normally just a lot of coffee until he'd been up and about for two hours or so. The night ended with Jeff lifting up the covers on the side of the king-size bed he designated for Susan so that she could climb in with the minimum disturbance to the cuts on her body that had only just stopped bleeding. After she gently rested her head back on her pillow, she slowly moved it from side to side. "This is so utterly scrumptious, my darling master," she said softly. "This is the most magnificent bed I've ever seen, let alone been allowed to sleep in. Thank you so very much." Rather than having Susan move, when Jeff got into bed he moved as close to her as he could. Then he raised her head off her pillow and rested it against his muscular shoulder. With her now close beside him he smelled the wonderful clean, fresh fragrance of her body. In spite of the deep cut crossing her tits she took his hand, placed it over her tit and then put her own hand over his. In just moments they were both asleep. The next morning at six-thirty, Jeff awakened and stretched. Although the lingering fragrance of her body was still in the bed, Susan was not beside him. Jerking up with a start, he found her down on her knees beside the bed holding a steaming mug of coffee. "Good morning, my darling master," she said softly. "I hope this coffee will meet with your approval." ------- Chapter 3 Three months had passed and Jeffrey Collins' condition of perpetual astonishment continued. It was eleven o'clock in the morning on a magnificent early July day. He was stretched out in a lounge chair watching Sue speed around the quarter-mile track. He couldn't get over what had happened. Now she weighed 128, having shed nearly fifty pounds. However, he thought, she had the most magnificent 128 pounds of flesh ever put on a human. Susan's development was truly unbelievable. Now when they were in bed his hand covered an utterly perfect tit. It was marvelously full and firm, and her lovely little pink nipples were constantly engorged. Working out with weights, she moved proportionately far more than he did, although when he worked out she loved to sit beside him, run her fingers over his bulging muscles, roll her eyes and say, "Yum!" In that connection he realized that Susan hadn't worn any clothing since that night three months earlier when all her things had gone down the incinerator chute. As he watched, she coasted to a stop, came off the track and over to where he was lying. When she was standing in front of him he could only shake his head. "What's wrong, my darling master?" she asked. "What did I do or fail to do?" "Have you been working on your pubic patch?" he asked. Her golden bush was now the same shade of gold as the hair on her head. It had been plucked so that there was only a small but dense patch of tightly curled gold above her slit, but not a single additional hair in her groin. Her labia were bare and exquisite. Looking closer he could see there was no stubble, so Susan had obviously plucked all her other hairs one by one. The pain must have been agonizing, he thought. "Don't you like it, beloved master?" she asked visibly concerned. "Come closer, my gorgeous slave," he ordered. Susan did and knelt beside his chair. Although she'd been after him to beat her more regularly with the whip, he had refused. Now her skin was utterly flawless. There was not a mark or blemish on it anywhere. After lightly running his fingertips over her sweat-slickened body he told her so. She just grinned and held out her hands. When he took them she pulled him to his feet and walked him over to the pool. "Just 1,500 meters, Master?" she asked with a quirky grin. "You can do that, surely." Reaching down behind her he gripped one of her ass cheeks and squeezed it hard. "Yum!" she exclaimed after making a wonderfully warm, contented sound deep in her body. "But you didn't answer my question, my darling." "What do I get if I beat you?" he asked. Susan just raised an eyebrow. They both knew that, in spite of having been world-ranked, and now being in even better physical condition than he had been at that time, Susan could easily beat him swimming at any distance, short, medium, or long. Although the girl scarcely knew how to swim at all when she first came to the apartment, now she was an extraordinary swimmer. In spite of his world-class competitive swimming experience, Jeff had never seen a swimmer who could move with the power, smoothness and grace that Sue did. Truly, she moved with the power and grace of a dolphin. With a half grin she countered, "What would you like?" "If I beat you at 1,500 meters, I want a kiss," he replied with a grin. Susan just stuck out her tongue but agreed. Jeff had just guaranteed that he would win. She was always trying to get him to kiss her, but he almost never would. It was a game they both delighted in playing. He winked and they took their positions on the starting blocks. Before taking his position, though, Jeff had activated the electronic timing equipment which came complete with an automated starting sequence. A recorded voice said, "Take your marks ... Get set..." Then there was the sound of a buzzer and both launched themselves into the pool in perfect racing dives. Fifteen hundred meters in a fifty-meter pool is thirty laps. Jeff went into a very smooth distance stroke but he knew that Susan was much more powerful and far smoother than he was. He had watched her move in the pool and realized there was no waste motion of any kind. Every speck of effort moved her through the water with the least possible resistance. Back and forth they went with the automated timing equipment even announcing the lap each was swimming. At the end, as he expected, Jeff touched out Susan by one-tenth of a second. After helping her out, he checked the time and found it was very respectable for a world-class race. Translated, that meant that Susan could have easily won such an event. "Well..." Susan said thoughtfully, "I suppose I must settle up with my darling master. I'm ready to give you the kiss you won, sir, but..." She shook her head sadly and continued, "What will my husband say when he learns that his wife has been kissed by another man... ?" Taking her into his arms, Jeff realized again how perfectly this girl fit his body. Although Susan's shoulders were broad for a woman, her entire torso fit easily inside the span of his shoulders. He hugged her naked body tightly, crushing her tits against his chest. All she did was make wonderful happy noises deep inside. Then she raised her head and cocked it. Very slowly, Jeff lowered his lips to hers. Deliberately he stalled, moving his head slowly. Although she'd closed her eyes in anticipation of his kiss, now Sue opened them again and just watched. He could see her eyes dancing with merriment — she fully appreciated what he was doing. When their lips made contact, Jeff felt the familiar electricity flow between them. This time, though, he decided to try something new. He probed at her mouth with his tongue. Although she didn't know what he was doing, she opened her mouth and his tongue touched hers. The jolt of electricity this time almost knocked them both out. But Jeff just continued to work his lips on hers while he could feel a great deal of her weight supported by her arms that were around his neck. Finally they reluctantly separated. Looking down, he saw her eyes open and found himself drowning in the depths of her brilliant blue ones. "What was that, beloved master?" she asked softly. "Never have you kissed me like that. But what did you do?" Then she grinned and added, "Because you kissed me so beautifully, I'll give you a real treat. I'll go down on you and suck your cock!" With a grin she dropped to her knees and cradled his cock and balls in both of her hands. This was just another of a series of little games the two played. The reality was that Susan loved to suck him off, but they both preferred to pretend that she was doing him a favor. Jeff slowly shook his head, "I just don't know, my darling slave..." "But Master, you know I lived on your luscious cum for nearly three weeks. It was the only source of protein in my diet!" That, in fact, was a true statement. "Oh ... all right," Jeff said petulantly. "I'm too much of a gentleman to see a grown woman cry." She grinned and moved to take his now semi-erect cock in her mouth, but he frowned at her and said, "Surely you don't expect me to remain standing, Slave? Good grief!" With that he lay down on a towel and she knelt over him. While she used her incredibly talented mouth on his cock, he reflected on the past three months. His life with Susan had become an endless banquet of delights. As she knelt over him he just looked at her golden body and shook his head in utter amazement. She was truly female perfection. First, nothing was ever too much trouble for her. Although the two of them were almost constantly in a state of sexual excitation, they seldom kissed or had other sexual contact. The two just recognized and strangely enjoyed the constant tension between them. One thing Jeff had done was to eat her cunt. As he expected from the very first time he had sniffed her pants, her cunt was as sweet-smelling and sweet-tasting as sugar. He adored it. Then a few days later, when he sat down for breakfast, he found a juice glass in front of him with a clear liquid in it. When he had a sip, he found it was warm — body temperature. Instantly he knew what it was. Sue had masturbated and collected a glassful of her fluids and was serving it to him at her body temperature. When he told her how luscious it was, she gave him the cutest grin and said, "My darling master, I hope you realize how thoughtful your slave is being. This way you don't even have to do any work to drink my nectar." Susan had developed in just three short months into an incredible athlete. In addition to her swimming, she was an excellent runner, and had made herself very strong. In spite of it, though, no muscles ever showed on her body. However, her body was nothing but finely-toned muscles covered with skin that was as smooth and as soft as satin. One thing that had amazed him was the way in which her education was continuing. It was obvious that she was doing an incredible amount of reading, and yet Jeff never saw her with a book. Moreover, her days were fully occupied with workouts, cooking, cleaning, and all of her other duties around the very large penthouse. Further, she insisted on doing everything by herself, although occasionally he would insist and help out. Whenever he did, Sue made certain that she did something very special for him to thank him for his help. Finally, he discovered what she was doing. She would come to bed with him, but then wait for him to fall asleep, get up, go to the library and spend hours reading and studying. Incredibly, she seemed to be able to function on only three to four hours of sleep a night. Then there was her cooking. Susan was a gourmet chef of the highest caliber. Beginning on the very first day, everything she served him was magnificent. Remembering the first days, he grinned. Although she wanted to serve him in the dining room on her knees, Jeff had insisted that she join him at the table. However, in order to lose her excess weight rapidly, he had restricted her to two slices of bread a day along with water. When he sat down for breakfast on the first morning, his breakfast omelette was utterly exquisite. Looking at her plate, he saw one-third of a slice of bread that she had scalloped and decorated. Moreover, she savored every bite and finished her breakfast when he did. Only when they were finished did she wink at him. The performance was repeated with two-thirds of a slice of bread at lunch and a full slice at dinner. Jeff howled with laughter as he realized the incredible degree of care she devoted to the presentation of the single slice of bread on her plate. Again she savored every morsel and finished at the same time he finished the incredible meal she had served to him. And that was at a time when her body was ripped open with whip cuts, but she would still joke. Later in the first week, Jeff had tried an element of punishment. After almost finishing the food on his plate, he produced a pair of leather handcuffs and secured Susan's hands behind her back. Placing his plate on the floor he told her that it was the rest of her dinner. "Thank you, my darling master," she said, "for giving me the opportunity to demonstrate my love." Kneeling on the floor, she began to clean the plate using her teeth and tongue. When he placed a dog dish filled with water beside her plate she delicately drank by lapping it up with her tongue. Only then — and Susan's body was still grossly overweight at the time — did Jeff realize that it was impossible to debase her. Whatever she did, she did with incredible poise and grace — even lapping up water from a dog dish. The other thing that proved to be a very important factor in Susan's life was religion. On the first Sunday following breakfast she had knelt before him and asked to be whipped. When he asked why, she said that thirty lashes should be about right since she expected to be away from the apartment for about an hour. Only then did he learn that the reason was she desperately wanted to go to church, even if it meant suffering a beating first. Pretending to think seriously about her request, he asked what she could possibly wear. After all, he pointed out, all of her clothing had been disposed of. Jumping to her feet, she ran out to the kitchen and then returned carrying a strange garment. It turned out to be made of exceptionally coarse material — Jeff never did learn where it came from — and was a sort of poncho. When, in response to his request, she spread it on the floor, he realized that it was a simple circle of material with a hole in the center for her head. In addition there was a slit at the neck which permitted her head to fit through and then laces to close up the opening. Proudly she pointed out that the coarse fabric would add to the punishment of the whip by constantly irritating the bloody welts. When he asked about shoes — it was a very cold day in early April — she just shrugged and said that her feet were tough but needed to become even tougher. When she pointed out that he hadn't whipped her yet, his excuse was that they needed to leave right away. Jeff insisted on escorting her to church, ostensibly because he needed to be sure she returned to the apartment when Mass was over. She slipped the garment over her head and then stood before him so he could lace it up. With only her golden blonde head sticking out through the coarse drab material, she was gorgeous. He realized that with the shapeless garment hiding her bloated figure, it highlighted the incredible beauty of her head and face. His heart turned over as he realized how incredibly cute she was with only her bare feet showing beneath the hem of her poncho. When they reached the church, she wanted to stand by herself in the back but he pointed out that she could not do anything since her hands and arms were immobilized under the garment. Reluctantly she joined him in one of the pews. Jeff spent most of the Mass just watching Susan. Looking into her eyes he saw again the incredible personal goodness and purity that made up this wonderful woman. It was clear that she was spending all of her time in prayer. Finally they reached the point at which the priest said, "Let us offer each other a sign of peace." Susan turned toward him. Jeff lightly held her face between his hands, tipped it, and very gently put his lips on hers. The instant he did he again felt the marvelous electricity that always flowed between them. When he gently released her and moved back, he found himself looking directly into her brilliant blue eyes. She just whispered, "I adore you, beloved master." The two continued to go to church together every Sunday. Jeff realized that he was becoming a better person as a result. The most important element of all though was Susan herself. Jeff realized that she was, in addition to everything else, an utterly brilliant young woman. Each day at meals they would converse on an incredible range of topics, and he noted it was always what interested him at the time. He found that he just loved to listen to her beautiful voice and to watch her very expressive face. Regardless of anything else, Susan was always upbeat and cheerful. He had come to love the frequently-heard musical sound of her laughter and almost bell-like sound of her little giggle. But the most important element was what her presence in the penthouse did. While being very careful to avoid making any changes in his decoration or room arrangements, now everything was just softer and less harsh. Flowers regularly appeared and were on the table at every meal, even breakfast. Jeff realized that in just three short months she'd transformed his house into a home — a home he had come to love. But finally there were the nights together in bed. He decided this was something he could never get used to, let alone tired of. Always there was the incredibly fresh and clean smell of her body and her eagerness to respond to absolutely anything he might initiate. That's it, he thought with a start, Sue isn't willing to do what I want, she's eager. All she wants to do is please me! It was an incredible thought. His slave was an utter delight. While he was reflecting on the past months, Susan's golden head was going up and down on his cock. Remarkably, she was now able to generate and maintain real suction with her mouth. Only then did Jeff admit to himself that his reflections had largely been caused by a desire to distract his mind from the incredible sensations she was creating. As soon as he became aware of her activities, he could feel himself about to explode. Suddenly he did. Again, she'd pulled his cock back so only its tip was in her mouth. As his cuming died down, she lifted her head from his prick. Pulling her up toward him, he put his mouth on hers, kissed her, and then ran his tongue into her mouth. She resisted for a brief instant but then she realized what he was trying to do. With her eyes gleaming, she transferred his cum into his mouth. After he swallowed, she asked softly, "Does my beloved lord and master enjoy his cum? Isn't it wonderful? I simply adore it." "Has my darling slave girl finished playing?" he asked softly. Sue cocked her head, pantomimed thinking deeply and then rapidly nodded her head up and down. "My darling is so incredibly beautiful," he added. "And how may his worthless slave serve her master now?" she asked. "It's still too early to eat lunch." Jeff had been playing with an idea in his mind for several weeks and decided that the time was now right. "Slave Susan, are you a good actress?" he asked. Stunned by the question, all she could do was slowly shake her head. Finally she replied, "I really don't know, beloved master." Looking puzzled, she added, "I'm not sure I know what you mean, my darling." With a grin he said, "How would you like to pretend to be ... my fiancée?" "Your what?" she exclaimed. Acting professorial he said, "My darling slave, you do know what a fiancée is, don't you? A fiancée is a woman who expects to marry the man to whom she is affianced. Clear? Now how would my darling slave like to play the part of my fiancée?" Susan had been studying his face and finally decided that Jeff was serious. At that she clapped her hands in glee and said, "Oh, my darling master, it would be simply great! Could I try? Oh, my beloved, will you allow me to try?" He grinned, took her into his arms, and melted his lips on hers. Then he lifted her off the ground and set her down across his lap, while their lips just melted together. When they finally parted, Susan kissed the tip of his nose and said, "But if my darling master isn't careful, I'll put a quick end to my virginity by just lowering my body down on that marvelous cock that's poking at my bottom. Just a couple of inches..." They adjourned into the house and then into the kitchen where Jeff sat and watched as Susan rapidly prepared another gourmet meal for them. That afternoon, he put the poncho over Susan's head when a noted hairdresser appeared and styled her hair. Even though her body was completely covered by the tent-like garment, the man couldn't stop talking about her unbelievable natural beauty. The next day Federal Express delivered a package for her containing a few articles of clothing to wear while she and Jeff made the rounds of the stores assembling her wardrobe. When they went around to the top stores, Susan scandalized some of the senior personnel by insisting that Jeff be in the dressing room with her. The fact that most of her time was spent wearing only a bikini didn't bother either of them. One senior buyer thought that she'd never seen a more beautiful body nor a woman who was as relaxed in her nudity as Susan was. Finally, to the vast amusement of both Jeff and Sue, everyone thought that she was at least in her mid-twenties. When he learned of it, Jeff immediately began to tease her about being over the hill. All she did was to stick out her tongue — he thought it was the cutest thing he had ever seen — and claim it was just an abusive master overworking his poor slave girl into an early grave. The two people, though, just had a wonderful time together. After a lot of dinner-table discussion, Jeff and Susan decided that her first appearance would be at Jeff's country club. Checking the club's schedule of events he found that on Friday there was going to be a mixed Scotch golf tournament. In such a format both players hit from the tee. Selecting one of the balls, the other player hits next and then shots are alternated between players until the ball is in the hole. When he described it to Susan, again she clapped her hands in glee. It sounded wonderful. Although she had a set of golf clubs and had become very good playing on an electronic golf trainer, she'd never set foot on a golf course nor actually hit a real golf ball in her life. Jeff made a few calls and then everything was set for the appearance of his fiancée. On Friday afternoon, Susan put on the first of her new clothes, a very sporty dress with a matching beaded sweater. She'd learned that there was a barbecue dinner and an casual dance following the golf match. Although they shared the same master bedroom suite, it was very spacious with plenty of room for both of them. Since he was not underfoot, she went to him when she was reasonably satisfied with her appearance. Standing in front of him, Jeff could tell that Sue was apprehensive. Having come to know her well and to adore her, he no longer unnecessarily teased her, particularly at times like this when she was truly uncertain about her own appearance. She stood in front of him and looked up at his face with her lip quivering. He knew she was very close to breaking down in tears. Very softly she asked, "Does his worthless slave please her adorable master? She so hopes that she does." "My darling slave, you're the one who's adorable. As in 'deserving of adoration.' Understand? You're utterly exquisite!" Susan beamed with joy so now he could tease her. Holding his chin in his hand, Jeff looked at her thoughtfully and spoke, as if talking to himself, "The hair is perfect. The features are beyond compare. The clothing? Perfect. But there's something that isn't quite right ... What..." Suddenly he snapped his fingers, opened a drawer, and produced a small box. Looking into her eyes he said, "My lovely slave, there's something you need to play the rôle of my fiancée. This!" With that he took out the most magnificent diamond ring Susan had ever seen. The single brilliant-cut diamond was a certified perfect stone of slightly more than three carats. Taking her left hand he slipped the ring on her third finger where the stone just gleamed with extraordinary brilliance. Susan was speechless. She just looked down at her hand with the diamond shining up at her. Although she didn't think in such terms, her hand was as perfectly formed as a hand model's. Since she was wearing no other adornment, the ring was set off perfectly by her golden-tanned hand and slim fingers. Looking up at Jeff's face, she saw that he looked happier than she'd ever seen him. "Does this please my beloved master?" she asked softly. "He looks so happy and pleased, his poor slave is delighted if she's able to make him happy." Then she just reached up with her arms. The instant she moved, he took her into his arms and melted his lips to hers. The kiss they shared was the very best yet. When they reluctantly separated, he continued to hug her and finally gave her one hard squeeze. All it did was to cause her to make a wonderful happy sound deep in her body. "There's one more thing," Jeff added. Reaching behind he produced another larger, gaily-wrapped package. Presenting it to Sue, he was amused watching the play of emotion on her beautiful face. It was clear that she didn't know what to make of it. "Isn't my adorable slave going to open it? That would be something she could do to please her master." Susan so-carefully unwrapped it, she looked like a member of the bomb squad handling a suspicious package. With the wrapping off, a Rolex box was revealed. Then with the greatest care she lifted the lid. Putting the box down on a chest, she carefully opened it, saw the watch inside, and just stared at it. Responding to further prodding from Jeff, she carefully took out the watch and found it was an 18-carat gold lady's Rolex. When she turned it over and saw the tiny engraving on the back, she read it carefully and then started to cry. With tears flowing down her cheeks she reached out blindly in Jeff's direction. When he took her into his arms, instinctively he knew that she just wanted to be held. With her voice muffled because her face was buried in his neck she said, "That inscription, my darling master, is so beautiful!" It said, "To Susan, the love of my life, from her lord and master." He held her tight, then lifted her chin and kissed her thoroughly once more. "I had to do it, my darling slave," he said. "Now that you'll be going out, you need something to use to keep track of the time." She just hugged him tightly and made warm noises. With Susan now floating on air as a result of her two beautiful gifts, the two went down to the garage and got into another of Jeff's cars. This was a true sports car and he had the top down. "Oh, my darling master," Susan exclaimed, "for my first day out, this is marvelous. But how did you know that I wanted the wind to blow through my hair? Do you realize, beloved, that except for church on Sunday and our shopping expedition, this is the first time I've ever left the apartment?" All he did was take her hand in his and give it a warm squeeze. "My darling slave!" Then he just shook his head, said nothing further, but guided the car out to the expressway that took them toward his club. Looking at her out of the corner of his eye, Jeff thought he had never seen a more beautiful person in his life. Moreover, he now knew that the most remarkable thing about his love was her incredible goodness. Whenever he looked into her eyes all he saw was goodness, purity, and great joy. That was the key, he realized. Everything Susan did for him, she did with joy. It appeared that the height of her happiness was to do things for him. Now she had reclined her seat and was just soaking up the sun on her face while the air riffled her hair. Pulling up to the caddy shack at the club, they unloaded their golf clubs and then went on to the clubhouse. Giving the car to a valet, Jeff confirmed that arrangements were made for Sue to have a locker. He felt marvelous introducing her as his fiancée, Susan Andrews. Months earlier he had learned why it was that Sue had not kissed her mother on the lips or her father at all when he had taken her away from her former home. She told him that her real name was Andrews, not Anthony, and that Simon Anthony had control of over $2 million of her money left to her when her real parents died. When he turned her over to the women's locker-room attendant, he could see that the woman just melted in Sue's presence. It didn't surprise him because her goodness and her surpassing beauty were captivating. The woman raced to be sure that Sue was set up in the best way possible. After changing clothes himself he went out to the practice tee. He just swelled with pride when Susan joined him. She was the target of all eyes, both male and female. Coming up to him, she took advantage of having been introduced as his fiancée by kissing him. While still close to him, she daintily stuck out the tip of her tongue and said, "After all, my darling master, I'm your fiancée now, aren't I?" He put his arms around her lightly. When he did, he noticed again how tall she was and how beautifully the two of them fit together. When he put his arms around her, she stood up straight, looked directly into his eyes and waited for his reaction. He just grinned, lightly kissed the tip of her very pert little nose and said softly, "I love my adorable slave." "And I love my most wonderful, lovable master," she replied. She lightly kissed him on the lips and then went off to hit some practice shots. Only when they parted and all of the other people on the tee applauded did they realize that everyone had been watching them. While Susan blushed beet red, quite visible in spite of her deep tan, Jeff said loudly, "Isn't she gorgeous? Aren't I the luckiest guy in the world to have this doll as my fiancée?" He just waved cheerily as the people applauded. Jeff went back to continue his warm up. After finishing, he looked at Susan and found she was hitting the ball as beautifully as he expected she would. Although she'd never set foot on a real golf course, he knew that the computer golf unit she'd learned on was astonishingly accurate. When they walked off the practice tee, he squeezed her hand and asked, "Having fun?" "My darling master," she whispered, "if I were having any more fun I wouldn't live." The Scotch used a shotgun start in which groups started simultaneously on all eighteen holes of the course. They went to their golf cart and Jeff drove to the seventeenth tee where they were scheduled to start. Reaching the tee they found another couple, the Carsons, there waiting. Jeff knew Don Carson slightly but had never met his wife, Trudy. Don performed the introductions. Then Jeff proudly introduced Susan. "My darling," he said softly, "I'd like you to meet Don and Trudy Carson. Don and Trudy, I'm delighted to introduce my fiancée, Susan Andrews." Don Carson almost melted on the spot. Trudy, a very pert brunette, extended her hand to Susan and said, "You'll have to excuse my husband. He's used to seeing me beside him in the bed in the morning, not you. Susan Andrews, I hope you're satisfied! You've already caused all of Don's circuit breakers to trip out. He's gone for at least the rest of the day." Then she grinned, put her arms around Susan's neck, pulled her down — Trudy was only five feet three — and kissed her full on the lips. Then she just focused her brown eyes hard on Susan's brilliant blue ones. "Wow!" she exclaimed. While still focusing on Sue's eyes she said, "Jeffrey Collins, you're the luckiest man alive. This girl is utterly magnificent. But why would she possibly want to marry you?" Before Jeff could think of a thing to say, Sue said softly, "Because I can't possibly live without him. Because he's built like a Greek god. Because whenever he kisses me, my joints turn to water and I melt in his arms. Because he's the most gentle, most considerate, and the kindest man in the world. Because I adore him and always will. Because I can't possibly live without him." Looking at the older woman she said, "Trudy, if anything ever happened to Jeff, I will die. I cannot live without him. It's really very simple." Trudy slowly shook her head and said softly, "Jeff Collins, I repeat what I said: You're the luckiest man alive. To have the love of this girl is utterly unbelievable. And it's clear that you certainly do." Then she continued to shake her head and said, "I didn't think it was possible for a person to love another to the degree that this magnificent woman loves you. I really did not. And you know something else, Jeffrey Collins? If you weren't as big and as powerful as you are, she would just leave you a puddle of mush on the ground." Then she grinned, glanced at her watch and said, "Now who's going to hit a damned ball? The name of this game is golf!" Don Carson led off with a good drive. The others cheered as Jeff powered his ball 270 yards off the tee. Then they moved to the women's tee which was almost fifty yards forward of the men's. Trudy Carson drove off first and then it was Susan's turn. Trudy Carson thought that Susan had the most magnificent figure she'd ever seen. When she took a driver and took her stance over the ball, every move she made was one of a highly-trained athlete. She took her club back smoothly and then swung. It was the smoothest, most perfect swing Trudy had ever seen. There was that wonderful click as the club hit the ball perfectly. Susan's head stayed down for a moment while she completed her swing. Finally her head came up and she looked out. Her shot was perfect with the ball flying down the center of the fairway with the slightest hook on it. When it landed, the topspin took it and it rolled another twenty yards. Susan had hit her very first golf shot 250 yards. Trudy Carson just shook her head and said, "Donald Carson, it's a damned good thing we're not playing against Sue and Jeff for money. They'd kill us!" Because she'd hit from a tee well forward, her ball was about thirty yards ahead of Jeff's. "Are you angry, beloved master?" she asked when they were in their cart. "Will I be whipped tonight for out-driving my darling? I so hope I will! It has been so long since you demonstrated your love for me by disciplining my body." "Of course not!" Jeff exclaimed. "I told you months ago, my darling slave, that you're a masochist. And as the sadist I am, I won't give you the joy of feeling your flesh ripped. That's how you're going to be punished!" Jeff's tone changed and he stopped acting. "My darling, that drive was utterly perfect! I really can't tell you how proud it made me feel. Did you like it?" "Oh, beloved master, I adore it!" she exclaimed. The golf match was a delight. Jeff had always been an excellent golfer. Now he was delighted to find that the love of his life was at least as good as he was. Although she didn't have quite his distance, she was more accurate. Her short game and putting were deadly. Their Scotch match created a number of amusing arguments over whose ball to use first. Finally, Trudy Carson took it out of their hands by making the designation for them. When she did, Jeff and Sue both stuck their tongues out at her. She responded by very cutely sticking her tongue out at them. The result of the match was that Sue and Jeff shot a four-under-par 68 to win the gross — non-handicap — portion of the match by eleven strokes. When they returned to the clubhouse, Trudy took Susan under her wing and accompanied her back to the women's locker room. There they found that their lockers were close together. While Susan stripped off her now-sweat-soaked golf clothes, Trudy was sitting on a bench watching. Shrugging out of her shirt, her breasts were proudly exposed. After sliding her bikini down her legs she was about to head for the shower when Trudy asked her to wait. The woman looked her over carefully and just shook her head. "I didn't know the half of it, did I? Girl, you're utterly magnificent! Is Jeff as good as you are in bed? Can he fuck as well as it looks like he can? My God, with a body like that for an inspiration, I don't think Don would get out of bed for a week. But is he good?" "I certainly hope so," Sue said shyly, "but I really don't know. You see, we've never ... I've never..." "Susan Andrews, are you still a virgin?" Trudy demanded. Sue just nodded her head once quickly. "But ... but ... Sue, your nipples are always engorged. Why? How?" The woman just shook her head. She was baffled. "Jeff likes my nipples this way," Sue replied. "As far as how, I'm really not sure, but they're stiff because he likes it." Holding herself up straight she said softly, "Trudy, I'll do anything or be anything that will give Jeff pleasure. Absolutely anything! Do you understand?" Trudy had been looking into Susan's eyes as she was speaking. Now the woman just slowly shook her head, rose from the bench, took Sue's hand and led her to the shower. As they showered Trudy said softly, "Sue, Jeff Collins is the luckiest man alive. I believe you. But more to the point, you have the physical capability to create unbelievable happiness for any man. Coupling that capacity with your so-obvious desire to please — I believed what you said — his life is going to be an endless sea of delights." While they were showering — Trudy's body turned out to be beautifully trim — Sue noticed that the other women were giving her sidewise glances. Whenever she turned, she could feel their eyes on her. Trudy seemed not to notice. When they returned to their lockers Sue asked about it. It turned out that Trudy had been very much aware of what was happening. "Susan, my dear, what you've just seen is a certain amount of raw jealousy. What it comes down to, I guess, is 'Why should one girl have absolutely everything?' Honey, I'm sure you know that your fiancé is one of the richest men in the world. As a result he has been the target of more designing women than anyone can count. "But now you appear, and it's so obvious that the competition is over, and why. Susan Andrews, you're undoubtedly the most wonderful person to appear at this club since it opened. You're beautiful, of course, but really that's the least of it. Now I realize that most of your beauty is internal, not external. You just radiate an incredible loveliness and goodness all over everybody and everything. You're one of God's handful of perfect people, and I'm utterly delighted to have had the chance to meet you and play with you." Then Trudy firmly pinched Sue's ass and said, "And that's as it may be but the men are waiting. And even your little ass is utterly perfect." Sue had squealed at the pinch, but then gently pinched Trudy's. Although beautifully shaped, Trudy's ass was much softer than her own. Then she put her large hand over one of Trudy's buns and squeezed. The woman just stood up straight and made a warm, happy sound deep in her body. Suddenly she spun around, put her arms around Sue's neck, pulled her head down and kissed her. Sue was stunned. Then she felt the woman's soft lips on her own and she kissed her back. The instant she did, Trudy Carson tried to mold her body to Sue's. Since they were both still naked, the sensation for Susan was completely different from anything she'd ever experienced. Trudy broke the kiss, rested her head for a moment in Sue's shoulder and murmured, "Susan, thank you. That was utterly perfect." Then she slowly shook her head and said, "I only hope that Jeff is able to make you a tiny fraction as happy as you're going to make him!" The two women joined the men. For Jeff Collins it was one of the most enjoyable evenings of his life. The joy created by Susan just continued and multiplied. While all eyes were on her, her eyes were focused on him. He felt insignificant as he realized the degree to which she subordinated herself to him in everything, in spite of the fact, he recognized, that she was a far better person than he could ever be. Later in the evening, while they were dancing together, he mentioned it to her. Susan just moved even closer to him as he held her in his arms. She found that she adored dancing with him while for his part nothing could be better than to just hold her close and smell her exquisite fragrance. "My darling master," she said, "you're the finest person in the whole world. You're the person who owns me, body and soul. Months ago I told you that my ambition is to be the very finest slave the world has ever seen. I'm so pleased that my lord and master approves of his creation." Jeff just shook his head. When the evening was winding down, Sue and Trudy went to the powder room together. As they were about to return to their table Trudy looked at Susan and asked, "Sue, would you do me a really great favor?" "Of course, Trudy. Anything. What can I do for you?" she responded. "Could ... Could I tell my friends that you're my friend? That Susan Andrews — about to become Susan Collins — is a friend of mine. Could I? Please?" The request came as a shock to the girl. She was dumbstruck for a moment but then said, "Of course!" But then she shook her head in utter dismay and said, almost to herself, "But I certainly can't see why you'd possibly want to." Ignoring the other women who were moving in and out of the powder room — the two had moved to the side of the corridor to avoid obstructing traffic — Trudy took Sue in her arms and held her tightly. Looking up at her face the woman just studied Susan's face and eyes. "You really don't know, do you?" she mused. "Sue, you're one of those incredibly rare people who are so good you don't have the foggiest idea how good you really are. "Earlier tonight in the locker room I said the other women were jealous of you. Well since then, having had the pleasure of sitting at the same table with you, I realize that they don't know the half of it. Not only are you intensely beautiful, you're also brilliant, athletically talented, and artistic as well. You're going to make headlines, lady, and I only want to be able to bask in some of your reflected glory." She shook her head, and then pulled Sue's head down toward hers. Knowing what she wanted, Sue carefully tipped the woman's head to the side and then put her lips on hers. Then she began to move her lips over Trudy's and finally probed the woman's mouth with her tongue. She kept working on the woman's lips until she felt her go limp in her arms. Using a fraction of her great strength, Susan easily held her up with just one arm around her while her other hand was just pressing Trudy's head into her shoulder. She could feel the woman reviving and felt it when she was again self-supporting. Gently she eased her hold and looked down. Trudy's eyes were glowing with joy. "I didn't know the half of it, did I? My God, woman! You're truly an angel come to earth. I think I'll just float home. I'm filled with the purest love and joy. And it's all you." Then with the cutest grin Susan had ever seen she added, "And could I construe that incredible kiss to be permission to call you my friend? Now I'll be able to tell people that I received the greatest kiss of my entire life from you." Later, when Susan and Jeff were back in the car headed toward the penthouse he said, "Slave, do you remember the first night we met?" Even though the sports car's top was down, Sue raised her bottom off the seat, slipped off her bikini, and pulled her skirt up to her waist baring her whole lower body to the gaze of any passing motorist. Taking a handkerchief from her purse she made it into a pad and put it under her cunt. Then she took his finger and used it to manipulate her clit and her vagina. When she reached her first orgasm she gasped, "The first night? No, Master, I remember nothing. What about the first night?" To his utter astonishment, when they parked the car in the garage Susan presented him with a paper cup into which she'd been squeezing her cunt juices. "Does my master wish to drink his slave's juices, does he wish her to, or does he wish to share?" He had a sip of her nectar, gave her a sip, and then melted her with a kiss. ------- Chapter 4 It was a month later, and a Saturday morning. As Jeff emerged from sleep he again became aware that his right hand was cupping Susan's gorgeous tit, while her hair was spread out in a golden fan on his shoulder. Her head was cocked so she was facing him. Looking down he realized how incredibly beautiful she was, even in her sleep. Her long lashes are so beautiful against her cheeks, he thought. Then he gave her tit the slightest possible squeeze. Instantly her eyes were open and focused on him. "Good morning, my beloved master," she whispered. "And how may your worthless slave serve you this morning?" While Jeff pretended to think, Susan just rolled over so she was lying on top of him. Folding her arms high on his chest, she rested her chin on them and just looked at him. Jeff reached down, took her buns in his hands and squeezed them hard. All she did was wriggle her cunt against his body and make a wonderfully happy noise. "Would my master like a bun for breakfast? Broiled, or perhaps fried? There's no fat, sir, though, so I'm not really sure how it would taste. Or perhaps a tit?" Slowly shaking his head he took her under her armpits and lifted her up so her face was right above his own. Very slowly he lowered her until their lips just met. Then he continued to hold her that way as their lips moved slowly and gently against each other's. To both of them it was an utterly thrilling sensation. Jeff just held her suspended above him while their kiss continued. All the while Susan was holding her entire body in a perfect horizontal line to add to his pleasure. Finally he very gently lowered her back down to his chest. When her head was again resting on the back of her hands she whispered, "My beloved master is becoming a show-off!" Then she again lifted herself up, rested on her elbows and looked at him. "That reminds me: My darling, why are you spending so much time working out? It's a slave's duty to make her body attractive for her master. But what are you doing?" "I'm trying to protect myself," he replied. "Slave Susan, you're the most perfect female in the world. But beyond that, you're constantly striving to make yourself even more perfect, so I felt I had to do something to try to become worthy of you." His last words caused her eyes to open wide and she would have raised herself even higher but he was holding her too tightly. But his words just did not compute. Very gently he pulled her head back down to his chest and held it there. Taking the hint, Susan sighed deeply, wriggled her body on his and almost instantly fell back to sleep lying on top of him. As she slept, Jeff thought of his good fortune. Although his cock was now as rigid as a telephone pole — it always was when Susan was on him — it was between her thighs. Occasionally she would move her legs together, trap his cock between them, but then relax. Jeff was never able to discover if she was doing it intentionally or unconsciously. All he did know was that the sensation was utterly marvelous. Jeff's head was resting on two pillows. After pulling up the covers and pulling them close around Susan's neck — when he did she wriggled with delight although she was sound asleep — he studied the girl who now owned his heart. He could feel her breath on his chest whenever she exhaled. Even that felt warm and wonderful. She's so innocent, he thought. But that's it! he exclaimed to himself. She has the innocence and the purity of a small child. Susan Andrews is simply perfect! he decided. Then he allowed his eyes to close and in just moments he had again fallen asleep. He was awakened later by the most extraordinary feeling on his chest. Opening his eyes he found Susan had raised her chest above his and had just her nipples in contact with the coarse hair on his chest. As she moved her body it was obvious that she was suffering from a terrible sexual torment. "What are you doing, Slave?" he asked quietly. "I'm excavating on your chest, beloved master," she replied with a gasp. "Soon it'll be even more bloody than mine was that first night I was here. But since I'm digging with my nipples, I don't think any permanent damage will be done." Suddenly, she could take it no longer and just dropped back on his chest. After catching her breath, again she moved up on his body so her mouth was again directly over his, and again she lowered herself so their lips barely made contact. When both of them were again breathless, she asked, "Breakfast, my darling master? A tit? A piece of my ass? What would you like, beloved sir?" This was something else Jeff had learned: Never joke with Susan about his wants. He had come to the conclusion that if he said he wanted one of her tits for breakfast, she would have it cut off before he had the chance to tell her he was teasing. Finally he believed that there was literally nothing this magnificent woman wouldn't do for him. He just easily lifted her off him. Pretending to pout at him, she got out of bed and pretended to stagger to the bathroom. With a grin, Jeff got up and followed her in. This was something else that amazed him. Every other girl he had ever met was an incredible slob, particularly in the bathroom. Susan was immaculate in everything she did. After brushing their teeth, they got into the shower and took turns soaping and scrubbing the other. As he worked on her gorgeous body Jeff thought it was one of his favorite times of the whole day. When they finished, Jeff quickly shampooed his hair while Susan began on hers. There being so much more of hers, though, she'd scarcely started when he was finished. Getting out of the shower he began to shave while she finished her hair. He was just finishing when she emerged from the shower. "Beloved master," she asked, "are we dressing this morning?" When Jeff cocked his head, thought for a moment, and then quickly shook it, she said, "Neat!" With her hair only towel-dried she flipped an elastic over her ponytail and left the bathroom. A few minutes later he found her at the range in the kitchen preparing breakfast. Coming up behind her, he squeezed one of her asscheeks hard. Without even turning her head she asked, "Darling master, why do you always squeeze my buns like this?" "Because it feels so great when I do, darling slave. It's so sleek and firm, yet so yielding. Your skin is like satin. I squeeze it because it feels so good," he repeated. This time she turned, beamed a brilliant smile at him and said, "That's neat! I'm so happy that my body is now attractive to you." They spent a delightfully idle day around the penthouse. However, idle for them would have represented a nearly-impossible level of exercise for anyone else. But, in fact, neither was working at all hard. They ended the afternoon with a two-mile swim and then a sauna. When they finished in the sauna, Susan jumped feet first into the refrigerated pool right outside it. Its purpose was to close the pores quickly. Since it was August and quite hot, Jeff didn't feel at all chilled standing naked outside the sauna house. Susan was about to vault out of the pool when he said, "Slave, why don't you stay in that nice cool water for a while?" She just shook her head but did exactly what he said even though the water was refrigerated to thirty-eight degrees Fahrenheit. He waited thirty seconds and clapped his hands. An instant later she was out of the water. This time Jeff took her into his arms and then back into the hot sauna. As he held her he could hear her teeth chattering and could feel how cold her skin was. The reality was that a person could die of exposure in water of that temperature in just over one minute. "Thank you, beloved master," she said in a muffled voice. "Holding me tightly like this feels so wonderful." "But if I hadn't ordered you to freeze your ass off it wouldn't have been necessary, either, would it?" She lifted her head from his chest, looked directly into his eyes and said, "But, my darling, it gave you pleasure. That's the only thing that counts with me." And Jeff knew that her words were nothing but the simple truth. After taking turns massaging each other, Jeff ended it by carefully spreading musk oil over every inch of Susan's magnificent body. The substance, the base for all top perfumes, accentuates all other odors. Since he adored the incredibly fresh and clean natural scent of her body, pure musk oil was the only perfume she ever used. What she didn't realize was that heightening her beautiful natural fragrance created the world's most beautiful perfume. That night they were scheduled to attend a very formal dinner-dance. Although normally white tie, since it was August and very warm, Jeff was able to get away with a white dinner jacket. Susan was wearing an utterly magnificent full-length ball gown of pure white silk chiffon. Its strapless neckline plunged deep into the val between her breasts and then dropped down so that it was totally backless. In fact, the back dove so deep it exposed the beginning of the crease between her asscheeks. The engineering involved to keep it up was remarkable. In fact, Jeff knew, the designer relied on Sue's perfect tits and perfect posture to make it work. When she was dressed, she went to him and asked, "Does my darling master like the dress his loving slave is almost wearing? Does it please him?" "Since it exposes so much of his darling slave's gorgeous body, her master approves." The reality was that word of Susan's surpassing beauty had been spreading among the women's fashion fraternity. It didn't require genius to know that with her perfect figure, incredible beauty and carriage, she would have made a burlap bag haute couture. Susan thought the whole concept was very funny because, even after her experience with Trudy Carson, she couldn't believe that she could ever be anything beyond a loving slave. Jeff, on the other hand, recognized it for what it was: the highest possible compliment to her beauty from a group of people to whom beauty was a business and hence people who knew a great deal about it. With her standing in front of him, Jeff looked down into her incredible eyes. Whenever he did, he had the immediate sensation of drowning in pools of the purest love. Looking at him, she radiated incredible warmth. Slowly he shook his head as he looked at her. In spite of living with her, he couldn't get used to her truly incredible beauty. Her hair was perfect, her brows were beautiful lines, her eyelashes were incredibly long and full. Her lips, with no lipstick at all, were a brilliant and moist cherry red. He whispered, "My slave has the world's most kissable lips." "Are you sure, my darling master?" she asked softly as she raised her mouth towards his. Their lips met and Jeff pulled her body close to his mashing her tits against his chest while he worked his lips on hers. Again there was the intense flow of electricity between them. Jeff knew that it was constantly increasing in intensity. Each experience was even better than the one before. He knew that there were few people alive who could take the shocks without passing out. It amused him to think that Susan thought it was just the standard reaction that occurred whenever a man kissed a woman. When he eased his lips away from hers, he gently placed her head against his shoulder. As soon as he did she nuzzled him and sighed deeply while he just continued to hold her tightly. Holding her this way, Jeff found himself wondering again what it was going to be like to drive his cock into her moist cavity. Slowly he eased away and said, "I'm sure, my lovely slave. They are the most kissable lips." Asking her to stand up straight in front of a large mirror, he opened a box behind her back, took out a magnificent diamond necklace and fastened it around her neck. Then he put enormous diamond ear studs in her ear lobes and finally put a matching diamond bracelet around her wrist. Then very carefully he put a handmade lace stole over her shoulders. The white of her gown and her stole beautifully set off the gold of her skin which, in turn, was also featured by the gleam of all the diamonds. Then he was shocked when she grimaced and muttered, "Oh, shit!" "My darling, what's wrong?" he asked, genuinely concerned. "Now I'm like all the other mistresses," she complained. "Of course, I don't have my mink yet, but I guess that's only a matter of time..." "Mistress, hell!" he exclaimed. "You're my slave, and don't you forget it." "I'll try not to, beloved master," she said softly. "Of course, it would be so much easier to remember if you whipped me regularly. There's nothing like nice fresh whip cuts to remind a girl of her true station in life." "Let it be a challenge to you," he retorted as he escorted her to the door. Jeff's dark green Rolls-Royce limousine was waiting at the curb and his driver, Steve Sloan, was holding the door. "Good evening, Steve," Susan said, stopping in front of him. "You're looking so handsome tonight! Thank you so much for driving. I'll try to be sure that Jeff doesn't stay too long and keep you up late." "Miss Andrews, being able to drive you is an incredible honor. Please just enjoy yourselves. I'll be waiting." With that they got in and Steve closed the door. While he was going around the car, Jeff just shook his head and said, "My darling, you don't understand, do you? You're so good, so beautiful and so lovely that people want to do things for you. They love you, my darling slave." Arriving at the ballroom, they were greeted by the president and the executive director of the sponsoring charity and escorted to a private room off the ballroom in which VIPs were being served cocktails and very special hors d'oeuvres. Both men were falling all over Susan who continued to be vastly amused by people's reaction to a slave. As they chatted, she became aware of a small group of women standing in the opposite corner watching them but particularly focusing on Susan herself. Although she had no idea who they were — clearly they had some significant rôle to play in the evening's events or they wouldn't be in the VIP lounge — she didn't know what it was. However, she sensed instantly that they didn't like men and didn't like her. Suddenly, she was surprised to realize that she wanted to shock them. Why is that? she wondered. Because they're probably lesbians who hate me because I like men, is why, she thought, answering her own unspoken question. Having come to that conclusion she moved even closer to Jeff and placed her hand lightly on his elbow. Although she was exerting no pressure at all — her touch was so light he felt nothing — to the women across the room it looked like she was hanging on his arm for support. Sue chuckled to herself as she played the rôle of the clinging vine perfectly. At that point the foundation's executive director, James Rodney, escorted the woman who seemed to be at the center of that group over to meet them. To Susan's delight, it was clear that the woman had swallowed her little act hook, line, and sinker. She was seething with scarcely-controlled rage. "Jeffrey Collins and Susan Andrews, I would like to present Claire Kraft who is our featured speaker this evening. Perhaps you've read her most recent book, Women As Slaves?" "My, what an interesting title," Susan remarked blandly. She had not extended her hand, but neither had Kraft. "But what do you know about slavery, Miss Kraft? You don't look like you've ever experienced it." "Of course I have," the woman replied. Claire Kraft was tall for a woman but not as tall as Susan. She was five feet seven and weighed about 125 pounds. She was dressed in a collection of ugly dark colors and was intensively made up to appear not to be made up at all. In contrast to the usual use of makeup to enhance one's appearance, Kraft used it to make herself appear ugly. Continuing, she said, "You're the classic woman-as-slave, Andrews. Just look at you! You're an utter disgrace to our gender. Imagine! Making yourself up just to appeal to this idiot's male chauvinist sensibilities! How horrible." "Not gender, Miss Kraft, sex — female. As for makeup?" Susan asked with an eyebrow raised. "What makeup?" Kraft moved closer and looked at Susan's face carefully. As she did her mouth opened involuntarily. Meanwhile, sensing that things were getting out of hand, Rodney quickly withdrew leaving Kraft alone with Susan and Jeff. Very quietly the woman said, "You're not wearing anything, are you? Even the vivid red of your lips is you, isn't it?" Then she moved even closer until there were only a few inches separating the two women. From the time Kraft had come over, Susan had been standing erect while Jeff just watched. The woman looked deeply into Susan's brilliant blue eyes and proceeded to drown in them. Moving almost as if in a trance, her right hand moved up behind Susan's head and tipped it down. Raising her own, her lips made contact with Sue's. Had Susan's reflexes not been as quick as they were Claire Kraft would have been crumpled on the floor. Instead, she put her arms under the older woman's shoulders and held her until she regained consciousness. Speaking in a daze, Claire said softly, "Who are you Susan Andrews? What did you do to me?" "I'm just a girl, Miss Kraft," she said softly. Then she grinned and said, "Besides, I did nothing to you. That was Jeff." Kraft was utterly stunned by the response. "That was Jeff!?" she exclaimed. "You mean, Mr. Collins?" "Sure do," Sue repeated. "And isn't he neat?" "But that's impossible," the girl protested. "I wasn't near him." "Miss Kraft, let me explain," Susan said softly. "You see, Jeff Collins is my life. He's my driving force. Without him I'm nothing. It was his incredible power in me that affected you. If anything ever happened to him, I would die. You see," she said happily, "if he were to die, I would have to join him as soon as I possibly could to be with him throughout eternity." "But what if he were headed for Hell?" the woman asked. "I so hope he won't," Susan replied, "but if that's where he goes, we'll burn in the fires together." "But you're letting him control you!" Kraft protested. "And you're an utterly perfect female. Why do you do it?" "I don't control her," Jeff said, entering the conversation. "She controls me. Slowly, I'm beginning to figure out how Sue and I work together. Although I really doubt it, I'll accept for the sake of discussion the idea that I am her driving and motivating force. However, Sue takes that drive inside her body. Then after magnifying and transforming it with her love, beauty, goodness, and wisdom, she re-broadcasts it out to the world ... and to me. Being with her forces me to be far better than I otherwise would ever be." Jeff put his arm around Susan's waist and pulled her close. Then he continued, "You heard Susan speak of the fires of Hell? Well, she's so pure and so good, I think she's an angel and couldn't possibly go to Hell regardless of what she might do. On the other hand I'm equally certain that, if that's where she thought I went, she would do everything within her power to follow me there. The result? I'm a far better person now than I was when I first met her." "My God!" Claire exclaimed softly. "You two are too much! Your lovemaking must be utterly exquisite." Looking at Sue she asked, "Does his cock feel good as it penetrates your body? Is he built as well as he appears to be?" "My darling doesn't have a cock," Susan replied blithely while squeezing Jeff's arm. "It's a telephone pole. As for the feeling, I have no idea. It has never happened. But with any luck he'll split me in half. And I can hardly wait!" "But I don't understand," Kraft protested. "Surely, you've ... I mean, you're engaged, after all. And with other guys..." "Claire, all poor Jeff has to look forward to when he decides to take me is a big mess with blood all over the bed." Looking thoughtful Sue mused, "Why do you suppose men like that? It's really terribly yucky." "You're probably looking forward to becoming a mother, too, aren't you?" Kraft asked. The words cut into Susan like a knife and Jeff knew it from the way she suddenly gripped his arm. But then playing her rôle as his fiancée, she smiled and spoke from her heart. "Claire, you said that you thought I was pretty. Thank you. However, it's nothing compared to the way I'll look the morning after we're married and Jeff has taken my virginity and made me a woman. "But that, in turn, is nothing compared to the way I'll look when — and if — God blesses us by allowing me to become pregnant. Then I'll begin to be complete as a woman. But my greatest beauty will be when I'm holding my infant in my arms and nursing it at my tit. I'll feel its tiny mouth drawing its life-giving nourishment directly from my body." Looking at Kraft she continued, "Why do you think the Renaissance painters painted so many Madonnas with child? That's when a woman is at the pinnacle of her beauty." Then she looked at Claire Kraft and asked, "But what happened to you? I've seen women who look frumpy, but I've never met a woman who wears makeup to make herself look ugly the way you do. Why do you do it? Did you have a bad experience with a man? Were you the one who was somehow enslaved?" The woman just slowly shook her head. Then she glanced at her watch and found there was still almost an hour before dinner was to be served. With her eyes wide she looked at Susan and asked, "Would you help me? We still have nearly an hour before dinner, and I have a suite here in the hotel. Could you?" Instead of answering directly she said, "Jeff, could you amuse yourself for a while? There are some other women over there who have been making eyes at you all evening." Then she whispered in his ear, "Will you excuse your adoring slave, Master?" He just took both her hands in his and said softly, "Comforting the afflicted comes as naturally to you as breathing, doesn't it, my darling?" With a grin he added, "I guess I'll survive." The two women dashed out of the ballroom. Before reaching the elevators, though, Susan stopped and asked Claire about her wardrobe. "There's no sense changing if all you're going to do is change into more of this shit." She grinned and added, "You know what? That's really what the coloring reminds me of, too." Kraft admitted she had nothing else, so Sue dragged her into a fashion boutique in the lobby that fortunately was still open. The older woman was utterly astonished as Susan went through the store's entire assortment in a matter of moments. Selecting a group of things, she charged them on a credit card Jeff had given her and rushed out of the shop. The shop girl's mouth was still open as Susan hauled Claire out of the shop behind her. She'd just sold over $2,000 worth of clothing in less than five minutes. Entering Kraft's suite, the first thing Susan did was strip off her own dress and carefully lay it over the sofa in the sitting room. Then she kicked off her shoes, slid her bikini down off her hips, then used a toe to take it off and place it next to her dress. Now Susan was naked except for her diamonds. "My God!" Kraft breathed, "I didn't know the half of it, did I? Lady, you're utterly gorgeous!" "And we have only about forty minutes left, lady, so will you please move that chubby ass?" While Susan had been stripping, Claire had also begun to strip but was wearing far more clothing. When she was finally bare, Sue hauled her into the bathroom, started the water, adjusted the temperature and then activated the shower. After covering the girl's hair with a cap she took her into the shower and proceeded to scrub, focusing particularly on her face and all of the makeup she was wearing. When it was all off, Sue dragged her out of the shower and threw her a towel while she quickly dried herself off. Sitting the girl down in front of a makeup mirror, she began to work on her hair. It was dark brown and had a beautiful natural wave. In just moments Susan had worked it into a beautiful soft style that set off her marvelously expressive brown eyes. The girl's complexion was also lovely. In fact, to her surprise, Sue found that Claire had a very light overall tan. When she asked about it, Claire admitted to lying in the sun nude whenever she could be alone to do it. She admitted that it was difficult to keep it a secret from her lesbian lovers, but since they preferred to make love in the dark it wasn't impossible. Returning to the girl's bedroom, Susan slipped a lace bikini up the girl's legs and smoothed it over her flat abdomen and slim hips. After looking at Claire's firm tits, Sue scandalized the girl by refusing to allow her to wear the lovely lace bra she'd purchased. "With a little luck we can get your nipples to show through the light material of this dress," she said thoughtfully. "It will look really neat!" Then she slipped the beautiful red cocktail dress over Claire's head and smoothed it over her lovely body. Finally, she very carefully applied lipstick in a shade that exactly matched the red of her new dress. Taking the girl by the hand, she took her to a full length mirror and asked, "What do you think? I think you look great." When Claire reacted in shock and looked as if she were about to cry, Sue exclaimed, "Don't you even think about crying, lady! If you think I'm going to let your tears ruin the brand-new dress I just bought you, you're crazy." "Thank you, Sue," Claire said softly. "I really can't possibly thank you enough." Then with a grin she added, "Is that what you're going to wear to the ball?" indicating Sue's naked body reflected in the mirror. "I think it would be utterly spectacular, of course..." Then she went to her knees and asked, "Sue, whatever did you do with your bush? You have the most beautiful loins I've ever seen on a woman." Then she rose, kissed Sue lightly and added, "If I had only seen that a little earlier, I would have remained a lesbian." She looked thoughtful for a moment, then snapped her fingers and exclaimed, "That's it! Of course! I'll just keep you warm and snugly while you're waiting to get married. And of course my tongue working on your gorgeous sex wouldn't disturb your hymen so..." "I think it's a wonderful idea!" Sue exclaimed. Then she looked at Claire and said, "You're not a virgin, are you?" "Of course not," she replied. "But why do you ask?" "It's perfect!" Sue continued. "Jeff can plow your cunt while you're eating mine. Wouldn't that be neat?" "You're kidding, Sue," Claire said softly, "but let me tell you something: If you were really willing, I would sign over everything I own in the world to you and Jeff. Then I would cheerfully be your slave. To have access to your body while Jeff plows mine would put me in Heaven!" Then she grimaced and said, "Now let's get back down to the ballroom before I really start to cry." When they returned to the VIP reception, they found they were just in time. Arrangements were being made to go into the ballroom and take places at the head table. Jeff grinned and waved when he saw Susan, who ran to join him. Claire Kraft followed in her wake until she was just a few feet from Jeff. Then she just stopped and looked at him hopefully. Suddenly, Jeff's jaw dropped and he wheeled on Sue. "Susan Andrews, what did you do?" "I got her a new dress," Sue replied casually. "Don't you think it looks nice?" "May I kiss her, my darling?" he asked. "Just once? Very lightly?" When she grinned and rapidly nodded her head, he held out his arms and Claire ran to him. She raised her head and put her arms around Jeff's neck while he lowered his lips to hers. When they kissed, there was a flow of pure love from him to her. Although not as powerful as Susan's kiss, Jeff's was extremely powerful and becoming more powerful every day. After a few moments he felt her go limp in his arms. When she finally revived, Claire slowly shook her head and said softly, "Susan Andrews, I quit. I give up. I will renew my offer to become your slave but now I know that if you accept it, I'll be dead in less than a week. You see, Andrews, you two deserve each other. You really do. Anyone else would be killed by the power of your love." Then she looked deeply into Jeff's eyes and said, "May I please give you my blessing and prayers for continued happiness? Your fiancée is such a thoroughly wonderful person." Then as she continued to look into Jeff's eyes she added, "But you know that, don't you?" He just nodded his head. Claire went to Jim Rodney and spoke to him quickly. He nodded and quickly made some changes in the seating arrangements moving Claire beside Susan and away from her lesbian friends, one of whom was her editor at the publishing house. Checking the clock she found there was time for a drink. When she asked a passing waiter for a very dry Beefeater martini, Jeff grinned at her and she winked back. Then she asked, "Do you have a friend, Jeff? You know, a sort of standard guy with two arms, two legs, and one head? I'm not looking for a Greek god like you, either. Can you help?" "Are you sure it's necessary?" he replied with a little grin. "Have you looked at those guys across the room? They can see your nipples from all the way over there." Claire's eyes widened in shock for an instant but then she held her back up even straighter, put her shoulders back, glanced down and said, "Oh, pooh! They don't stick out nearly enough." Then she giggled, causing both Jeff and Susan to laugh. "And just think, Jeffrey Collins, it's all your fiancée's fault — and that's after associating with her for only one hour, too." They trouped into the main ballroom and were shown to their seats. Claire was now positioned on Jeff's left while Sue was on his right. Claire was developing into a comic. When they were seated, she looked over Jeff at Sue and said, "Oh, goody! Now we can do what women have been doing for centuries: Talk right through the man." The dinner was very good. Finally coffee was served and James Rodney got up from his place, came to the rostrum and introduced Claire, who was scheduled to give the featured address of the evening. "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen," she began. Then turning to Jeff and Susan she said, "And an especially loving greeting to my savior, Susan Andrews and her fiancé, Jeffrey Collins." Turning back to the audience she continued, "I was supposed to speak on the subject of my new book, Women As Slaves. Instead, I would like to apply for the position of one. That is, I would like to apply for a position as slave to serve some nice man. "It's not all free, however," she continued. "The slavery I mean is becoming the man's wife. I do not intend to work for money so my husband will have to support me. On the other hand, I'll do all the cooking, the cleaning, the errands ... all that good stuff. But what he'll really get is me sharing his bed. There my mission will be to try to anticipate those things that will give him pleasure before he thinks of them, and then insist that we do them." Holding her head up high she said, "And I mean anything that will give my man pleasure. "Of course, all of this bedroom exercise will have repercussions — at least I certainly hope it will. You see, I'm only twenty-seven years old. Although my hips are slim, my pelvic opening is large. My doctor says I was made to have babies. I certainly hope she knows what she's talking about, though, because I intend to have a whole bunch. Oh, there's just one little thing! The first girl will be named Susan, and the first boy will be Jeffrey. Why? Because if it wasn't for these two, I would still be..." She just sadly shook her head and said, "I don't know, but down at the end of the table are three more like I was. You can assign whatever label you care to." Then she grinned and added, "There's one more thing I guess I should be clear about. First, I volunteered to take Jeff Collins' cock inside me while going down on Sue Andrews' glorious cunt. I offered to be their slave but they turned me down. However, that was a very special case. "The point I need to clarify is that, although I believe I'm really a hot cunt and a spectacular piece of ass, you're just going to have to take my word for it. You see, I'm no longer offering test drives. That only comes after we appear before a priest and say a few words. Mine will include love, honor, and obey. I only hope there's someone who might be interested. You see, although I'm not a golden goddess like Susan, I have good legs, a decent figure, nice hair, and really great tits." With a broad grin she interjected, "You can confirm that, if you wish." Then she took a deep breath and continued, "I suppose some of you are wondering what ever happened to the lesbian bitch who was supposed to speak here tonight. I'm sure it's obvious that what happened was Sue and Jeff. You see, I accused Susan Andrews of being a clinging vine and painting herself to try to be attractive to Jeff. You know what? She's wearing no makeup! Zip! None! Nada! To fix me up, she even jumped into the shower with me, so I know. You know what she's wearing? That gorgeous dress, a pair of shoes, her jewels, of course and — maybe — a bikini." Turning to Sue she raised an eyebrow. Susan rapidly nodded her head up and down and then very cutely stuck out the tip of her little pink tongue. "Isn't she an incredible doll?" Claire asked rhetorically. Then she continued, "You see, I accused her of selling her body. It turns out she's still an untouched virgin. She's the source of my new 'no test drives' policy. But she's so incredibly, beautifully, madly in love with Jeff Collins, it's unreal. Moreover, while he's her motivating force, she takes his power, modulates it, moderates it, amplifies it, and retransmits it. She's the control. "She's performing the woman's classical function: She's civilizing Jeff Collins. What she really does — and what I hope to do — is to smooth off the rough edges." Then she moved aside so that her body was no longer hidden by the rostrum. With a tremulous edge in her voice she repeated, "I really am trying. And I sure hope there's at least one unattached guy here tonight. If no one asks me to dance, I'm going to feel awfully dumb." With that she ran back to her seat. Jeff's arms were spread wide when she got there and she dove at him. Using his great strength he caught her, sat her across his lap and enfolded her in his arms. The brunette tried to burrow into his shoulder as Susan lightly kissed him on his lips and whispered, "Thank you, my darling master. She really is sort of nice, isn't she? She smells of wildflowers and spices like a sachet, doesn't she? Isn't it neat?" Jeff sniffed behind Claire's ear and agreed she did smell very nice and sweet and fresh. Then he gave her shoulders a squeeze, winked at Sue and said, "Miss Kraft, may I please have this dance?" Claire's eyes instantly opened and she rose to her feet. The band was playing and the girl found she could almost float in Jeff's arms. Before they had gone halfway around the floor, though, a good-looking young man cut in and Jeff returned to Susan. The two spent the rest of the night in each other's arms. With her backless dress, Jeff was constantly caressing her wonderful body and occasionally running his hand under it to squeeze one of her buns. The fact that his hand was clearly visible reaching under her dress didn't faze either of them one little bit. Whenever they saw Claire she was with a different man. They were both delighted because the girl appeared to be utterly joyous. Finally, shortly before midnight, Jeff escorted Susan to a cocktail lounge in the hotel for a nightcap. They had just ordered when Susan rose from her chair and sat down again across Jeff's lap. Then she put her arms around his neck and proceeded to work her lips on his with all of her power and skill. This time they both nearly lost consciousness. While they were recovering with Susan's cheek next to his between exchanging little kisses anywhere that seemed convenient, they looked up and found Claire standing there hand in hand with a good looking young man. "This is Jack Johnson," Claire said fondly. "He's at least tentatively interested in applying for the position as my lord and master. Isn't he cute?" Turning to him she said, "This is Susan Andrews. She's sitting on the love of her life, Jeff Collins. You just saw them nearly kill each other with the power of their love. Honey, I'll tell you right now that these two are like ultra-high voltage power lines: They're useful but very dangerous." Turning back to Susan and Jeff she asked, "May we join you? We'll even pay for the drinks." "Sue, are you going to sit in your seat?" Jeff asked. "We do have company, after all." She cocked her head, pondered for a few moments and then shook her head firmly. "Nope. I like it here. First, I can feel that telephone pole of yours probing my backside. That feels really neat. But beyond that, I'm being very environmentally aware. After all, there's all the talk about world overcrowding ... and, my darling, we plan to add significantly to it. So anyway, this way we don't take up so much space. Now isn't that a neat solution?" Susan then wriggled her body on Jeff's lap, found a wonderfully comfortable position, kissed him lightly on the lips, thanked him, and then turned her attention to the newcomers. Without moving her shoulders, she extended her hand and said, "Hi, Jack Johnson. I'm Susan Andrews and I belong to this magnificent lug beneath me. Isn't he neat?" Jack took her hand, but then bent over and kissed the backs of her fingers. When he did, Sue's eyes widened. All she could do was whisper, "Why?" Ignoring Susan he turned toward Claire and said, "My darling, you're absolutely right. She is regal. Her beauty is truly overwhelming." Then he frowned and said, "But you promised that you're not, right?" Claire got out of her chair and then sat across Jack's lap the way Susan was sitting on Jeff's. Then she melted her lips against his. Susan quietly applauded because she and Jeff could both see the electricity flowing between the other two. When they slowly separated, Claire looked around, saw that no one was nearby, unhooked the back of her dress and zipped it down to her waist. Then she folded down the bodice exposing her beautifully-shaped tits. Her nipples were standing proudly erect when they were exposed. Jack gently ran his hand over the lovely hillocks and tweaked her nipples. Then very gently he raised her bodice back into position, zipped up the back and re-fastened the hook. "As advertised, my darling. You do have great tits. So I guess that provides some credibility to your claim to also be a great piece of ass. Certainly feeling it on top of me feels awfully good." The two couples talked for a while, finished their drinks and then left the dance. Susan and Jeff learned that the other two had agreed to meet the next day. They were going to look for an apartment. Claire would move in immediately while Jack would join her as soon as they were married. All of her things in the apartment of her lesbian lover were just going to be abandoned. Jack and Claire walked them outside to where Steve was waiting. As soon as he saw them emerge, he was out of the Rolls and holding the door. Johnson just nodded and said, "It's a completely appropriate vehicle to transport a queen." Then, very shyly, Claire asked, "Susan, would you ... Could you ... be my maid of honor? Please?" Jeff instantly nodded his head so Susan agreed. Then she gave the woman Jeff's phone number as the best way to reach her. With another exchange of kisses, they were off. On the ride back to the apartment, Susan just snuggled close to Jeff. He kissed her softly and said, "My very talented and beautiful slave is doing a wonderful job of pretending to be my fiancée. Does she like playing the rôle?" "If my darling master thinks his worthless slave is doing well in the rôle, I guess I am. After all, my love, you're the only one that counts. My entire mission in life is to be the finest slave it's possible for me ever to be." Suddenly her face fell and she began to cry. Jeff was instantly concerned. Although she teased him whenever she could and occasionally teased by pretending to cry, this was assuredly not one of those occasions. She sounded truly brokenhearted. Her obvious misery was tearing him apart. "What's wrong, my darling slave? Why are you crying?" "I just realized, beloved master, that before long you'll be getting married. It's very unlikely that your wife will allow you to keep me no matter what I do. Then I'll die." When she said the words, Jeff was utterly crushed because he knew they were absolutely true. Within less than a month of their parting, Susan Andrews would be dead. His heart was wrenched as he realized that every word she'd spoken to Claire Kraft was the gods-honest truth. He did provide Sue with her driving force. All he could say was, "We'll work something out, my darling slave." "How about if I have my tits amputated, put on a great deal of weight..." she mused. "I really am a great cook." Jeff just held her tightly. ------- Chapter 5 "Damn it, Jeffrey Collins, I want to go back to the way it was that first night," Susan Andrews insisted. After pausing for a few moments she continued, "You see what I mean? I just used your Christian name. Was I thrown up against the whipping post and given fifty lashes? Hell, no! Did I even get ten slaps back and forth across my face? Hell, no!" Pretending to glare at him she said, "I'm going back to the Anthony's. At least they maintained discipline." "Are you finished?" Jeff asked mildly. His reaction took Sue so aback she just nodded. "In that case, may I have some more coffee, please? It's particularly delicious this morning. And the breakfast table? Utterly magnificent. The fresh flowers on the table are particularly lovely today." Leaning back in his chair Jeff looked up at the cloudless sky and asked rhetorically, "Could there possibly be a better time than this? I've just had a gourmet breakfast. I look beside me at the breakfast table and see the most perfect female body that God, in his infinite wisdom has ever put on a person. Then I look into the eyes of that perfect female and all I see is an incredible level of love and goodness..." Jeff sighed and continued, "Of course, she does bitch at me from time to time, but then nothing in this world is perfect ... But my slave is about as close as it ever gets." Then he grinned at her and said, "My darling, it couldn't possibly have been any better. Thank you, sweetheart." Sue got up and then plopped herself across his lap. Putting her arms around his neck she said, "My darling, I would truly love to be beaten by you. Honest, I would. "But do you know what I'm really serious about? I'm really starting to resent all of these stupid demands on your time from these dumb charities and idiot foundations. Why can't we just send the turkeys a check and forget about them? And, my darling master, I hope you've noticed how proficient I am now on the computer. I can run off dozens of computer-produced checks in an instant. Then we could play golf, swim, soak up the heat in the sauna ... You'd even have the time available to beat me." Then with her eyes large she added, "And you really should, you know. After all, darling master, being a slave owner is not without its responsibilities. You've a duty to ensure that I'm obedient and respectful. Master, you're not discharging those duties." Then she looked deeply into his eyes and asked, "Speaking of duties, darling master, when are you going to take my virginity? I've been waiting patiently — or as patiently as I can — for you to take me. After all, how can I possibly consider myself to be a personal slave, let alone your body slave, if I can't be fucked regularly? "I hope you realize, beloved master, the degree to which I've lost status in the body slaves union. I can no longer even hold up my head. I'm an object of ridicule and derision at every meeting." Leaning back while still linking her hands behind his neck she continued, "I hope you know what you're doing, my darling master. All the other slaves are saying that you're a phony. You've a huge cock, they all agree, but they're saying that you can't perform. I try to defend you, my darling, but when they ask why I haven't been fucked, what can I say? I try to tell them that I wasn't attractive enough for you, but they point out that you haven't fucked anyone since I've come to live with you. And you haven't! Darling master, what can I possibly tell them?" Jeff Collins hugged the gorgeous girl sitting naked on his lap. As he did he realized that Susan was the most perfect female alive. He was amused thinking about his agreement with Simon Anthony. Knowing what he knew now, had Anthony given him a two-week trial, he could have received millions — possibly billions — of dollars for Susan. Selling her to him for a $500,000 loan was ridiculously cheap. Susan had turned out to be feminine perfection on two feet. Squeezing her body produced a warm, very happy sound from deep inside her. It also caused her eyes to open — they had been closed as she just relished the wonderful feeling of being held — and focus on his. "My darling slave," he said, "I think you're probably right. I guess I'm doing too much. I promise you that after today I'll just let you write a check — using the wonderful laser printer-produced checks — and we'll just stay home and play." Then he looked deeply into her eyes and asked, "My darling slave, I forgot to ask you. Do you like the country? Would you like it if we had a place on a lake — a big lake — way up north in Vermont, or Maine, or New Hampshire? We could have horses—" "I would utterly adore it, darling master," she interrupted. Her eyes were gleaming and he realized there were tears as she continued, "My Lord, please let me be your concubine. I've been reading a great deal about it. A concubine is a female slave who produces children for her master. Master Jeff, nothing could possibly give me greater joy than to carry your children in my belly. And if there were to be a place up north... "My darling, I would be in Heaven! Do you know what I would do? When it was time for me to give birth, I would lie on the floor in front of the fireplace — we'll have a huge stone fireplace, won't we? — and then feel the infant pass down my birth canal. While still soaking wet from my womb, and while I'm still lying on my back, I'll hold the infant by its feet and spank its bottom hard. There will be a cry as it draws its first breaths. Then I'll put it against my milk-swollen breast and let it drink its fill from my tit. "When you come home, my darling, I'll still be lying naked in front of the fire. I'll say, 'This is our child, Master.' Then I'll ask you if I may keep it." At that point Jeff almost cracked up. Although he hadn't mentioned it to her, he was very close to marrying this incredible girl who was sharing his life. He realized that if it had been possible to design a woman from scratch, he could not have come up with one as perfect as Susan. For example, Susan had an uncanny knack for anticipating his desires. She did things before he even thought of them. Only after the fact did he realize what she'd done. Finally, responding to her last statement, there were tears flowing from his eyes as he replied, "My darling slave, the answer would be, 'Of course, my darling slave, we'll keep the infant.' But would you allow me to hold it? As it grows to become a boy or girl, could I take it fishing? Hunting? Teach it to ride a horse? Could I, my darling?" "Oh, my darling master, of course! Oh, my God! I can see it now. I'll be lying in front of a roaring fire. I'll hold my newborn infant in the air and shout, 'This is Jeffrey Collins' child! Isn't he or she gorgeous?' But you would want to play with it, and teach it..." Susan could no longer take it and broke down completely. She just tried to bury her face in his shoulder and bawled. Never in her entire life had she cried so hard. Jeff had no idea what to do, except that he knew that this gorgeous woman was going to be the mother of any children he might ever have. "What would you say if I were to ask you to marry me?" he asked casually. "I would call for an ambulance," Susan replied quickly. "Clearly, you'd have lost all your marbles. You'd need the attentions of those nice little men in the white suits. They would take you to that nice place with the padded walls and floor..." "Okay, Slave!" Jeff exclaimed. "Off your ass and on your feet! We have a very important art museum board meeting. Now let's get with it, shall we?" "Yes, sir, your honor, master, sir," Sue replied. Then she murmured in a dead-flat tone of voice, "Oh, boy. Another thrilling art museum. I can hardly wait." Her tone of voice was so flat that not even Jeff could keep a straight face. "Susan Andrews, if you wouldn't enjoy it so much, I would beat you within an inch of your life this instant! The nerve of some people's children! Here I try to expose you to culture and—" At that point Sue just stuck her tongue out as far as she could and wiggled it at him. Then she jumped to her feet and ran to their bedroom. Following her, he found her taking a shower. Minutes later she was completely dressed in a lovely cool cord suit. Jeff quickly dressed. As he was tying his tie, she came up to him, kissed him quickly on the lips and whispered, "I hope you choke!" "Gee, Susie, I like you," he responded plaintively. "Jeffrey Collins, I hate you!" she exclaimed. Then she took his head in her hands, tipped it and then crushed her lips against his. Again they both nearly passed out as their mutual passion nearly destroyed them both. When she released him, he took a deep breath and then winked at her. All she did was repeat, "Jeffrey Collins, I hate you!" "Gee, Susie, I like you," he repeated. This time she could no longer control herself so she howled with laughter. ------- Arriving at the museum, they were greeted at the door by the director and by the curator of the modern section that was sponsoring the current exhibit. It was for this program that they were hoping to get Jeff's support. The minimum number in their thinking had six figures. The curator escorted them around. The works — initially black-and-white photographs — dealt with homosexual sex. While the curator was rhapsodizing over the pictures, Susan was looking at them in disgust. After looking at the first twenty, she said, "Darling, I'm out of here. This is the most disgusting junk I've ever seen in my life!" "Goodbye, Mr. Jenkins," Jeff said. "You've just heard from my better half. She's also the artistic half. Since she considers it to be junk..." "Censorship!" Jenkins cried. "You can't do this! You're abridging the right of free expression. That's censorship!" "No, Mr. Jenkins," Sue responded. "It's discrimination. Would you care to call in the Civil Rights folks?" Sue just shook her head and added, "This is garbage. There's no other word for it." Then she shook her head and continued, "You know, it's really a damned shame about the Beaux Arts folks in Paris at the end of the 19th century. They were so wrong about the Impressionists, it utterly destroyed art criticism. Ever since, critics have been terrified to look at a work and pronounce it junk. But do you know what, Mr. Jenkins? I'm not and this is junk! We've discovered a Gresham's Law of art: The bad drives out the good. And this junk, sir, is about as bad as it gets!" Then she laughed derisively and added, "Furthermore, you people have been ruined by the Feds. You insist that failure to fund is censorship. Sir, it is not. These ... artists... ? are free to do whatever they chose — although frankly, some of this is pushing common pornography pretty hard — but there's no need for the taxpayers to pay for it. And, Mr. Jenkins, if there's no need for the government to pay for this with public funds, there's absolutely no reason why I would consider doing it with private money!" With that she turned on her heel and strode toward the door. Jeff was right beside her. Reaching into his pocket he pressed a button on a tiny transmitter. It signaled Steve Sloan to bring the car around and was another of Jeff's electronic toys. "But ... but ... but you can't leave!" Jenkins screamed. "You just cannot. I will not permit it," he exclaimed, adopting what he thought to be his most-determined look. Sue thought he just looked ridiculous and laughed at him. Then she turned to Jeff and said, "I'm sorry, my darling. Really I am. You know me and know I don't usually hurt people's feelings. But darling, this man is just so utterly ridiculous, I can't even keep a straight face." Jeff shrugged and said, "Well, Mr. Jenkins, I guess that about does it. Thank you for your hospitality. We'll be leaving now." "But the money!" Jenkins wailed. "What will we do?" "Try the National Endowment for the Arts?" Susan suggested blithely. "Of course it's significantly Jeff's money, too, with all the taxes he pays—" "Your money, darling," Jeff interrupted. "I'm no longer even a signatory on my accounts. So even if I were to write Mr. Jenkins a check, the bank would no longer honor it." Turning to Jenkins he continued, "Of course, I don't really count any more, but I'll tell you something about Susan: She is attracted to beauty. That's as it should be, because she's the most beautiful creature God has ever put on this earth. You see, I guess I'm spoiled. Every morning I awaken with Susan's golden head on my shoulder. Her naked body has molded itself to the right side of mine. The incredibly sweet natural fragrance of her body fills my nostrils. Looking at her sleeping, there's the most incredible innocence that surrounds her. My hand is cupping her tit as it has all night long. Her nipple — always erect, by the way — is poking a little hole in the palm of my hand. Then I'll move my hand the tiniest bit. Instantly her eyes are open and glowing with her love. That, Mr. Jenkins, is beauty!" Jeff grinned, shook his head and continued, "Of course, the opinion about Susan's beauty isn't just mine. I'm negotiating with a number of artists to see who will first have the opportunity to do a figure study of my fiancée. It will be a reclining nude that I'll probably hang on the wall across from my desk in my office downtown." Seeing Susan's expression of dismay, he chuckled and said, "You see the expression on Sue's face? Believe me, it's not what you think. The prospect of her naked body in my sight line all day thrills her. The dismay you see results from her not thinking of it first. She's upset because what she would have loved to do would be to march into my office, unwrap the painting, and hang it on the wall. Then she would strip, take the same pose on my couch and ask what I think and which one I liked better." Turning to her he asked, "Right, my darling?" "Of course you're right," she replied. "But you see, Mr. Jenkins, you only heard from Jeff. Imagine it from my perspective. Every night I'm cradled in the most powerful arms in the world. He protects me from any harm. I warm myself against his massive body and feel his muscles bulge around me. His wonderfully warm hand cradles my tit and I feel so wonderfully cozy and warm. And this is every single night, too." Turning to Jeff she said, "I'm so sorry, my darling, that I didn't think of the painting first." Then with her eyes bright she said, "But do we have to stop with just one? How about a set of photographs? How about a gallery of Susan? Could we? Could I?" Jeff just extended his arm and said, "My darling, shall we go?" With Jenkins so distraught it seemed he might cry, the two left the museum and walked to the waiting car. Approaching Steve Sloan, Susan crossed her eyes, stuck the tip of her tongue from the corner of her mouth and said, "Yuck! Steve, it just gets worse." After helping Sue into the car and reflecting as he did that no one was in less need of assistance than her, he said to Jeff, "Boss, I hope you realize how lucky you are. Miss Andrews is utterly perfect. I'm certain the two of you are going to be very happy." He was standing just holding the door while he thought for a moment and then said, "I really shouldn't be saying this, boss, but I will anyway. She's made you a far nicer person than you ever were before. She has smoothed off all the rough edges. You're far happier, and you just seem to be utterly content. Miss Andrews is a truly wonderful person, isn't she?" As he was about to close the door, Jeff held his hand up to stop him. "Thank you very much, Steve," he said. "I can't tell you how much I appreciate hearing what you just said. But the important one is Sue: I'm very glad she had the chance to hear what you said, too. And if I'm nicer, that's all her." ------- Chapter 6 When the car was rolling again, Jeff told Steve they were going to the Children's Hospital where he had a meeting scheduled with the executive committee. They knew he would be visiting the museum first and didn't know how long it would take. Notwithstanding, they said they would be available to him whenever he could make it. Picking up the car phone he called the hospital to tell them that he was on his way. Then he turned to Susan and asked, "And what are you going to do to stay out of trouble?" "I'm going to visit with some of the children," she replied. "Maybe I can cheer them up or something." Jeff turned and took her face in his hands. "My darling slave, you're a living, breathing angel. I'm sure you'll cheer them up." The meeting with the trustees ran for more than two hours. As it was winding down, a call was placed to the wing where Susan was meeting with the children. A nurse said that Miss Andrews would meet Mr. Collins at the main entrance. As they walked down, Jeff asked his companion, the chairman of the executive committee, just where it was that Sue had spent her time. "But didn't she tell you?" the man asked. "Our people were so impressed when she called. You see, normally visitors want to see the cute little children who are here with not much more than a bad cold. But not Miss Andrews! She asked to see the terminal patients — the children we've lost. "Jeff, the poor kids are dead, but they haven't stopped breathing. Most of them are in such incredible pain it tears your heart out. We warned her, but those are the ones she wanted to visit." Jeff could feel tears at the corner of his eyes and had to clear his throat before he could speak. Then he said, "Fred, the only thing that would surprise me would be any other behavior from Sue. That girl is an angel and has honored me above all men by consenting to become my wife. I really can't tell you how humble she always makes me feel. And this is just one small part of why." When he rejoined Susan, she was noticeably pale and looked like she might about to be sick. Looking at him weakly she shook her head and said, "Darling, could we hustle? This might not have been the greatest idea I've ever had in my life." Steve was holding the limousine door and saw Susan looking ill. Jeff looked at him meaningfully and said, "Steve, get us home fast! Please?" Under normal conditions they were nearly an hour away from the apartment. But after getting behind the wheel Sloan picked up a microphone, tuned the set to the police emergency frequency and spoke a few words. Then he pulled away from the curb, activating a couple of switches as he did. A siren under the hood began to wail and emergency lights hidden in the front of the car started to flash. Moments later a police cruiser coming out of a cross street pulled in front of them and led the way home with its siren screaming as well. Twenty minutes later they were at the apartment. To his dismay, Jeff had to help Susan out of the car. He hurried her across to their private elevator that whisked them upward. As soon as he opened the front door, Susan did something astounding. Instead of going to their bedroom she fled in the opposite direction to a bedroom off the other side of the kitchen. It and two others like it were servants' quarters that had never been used. Jeff was surprised that Sue even knew they were there. She ran into the room, slammed the door and locked it. Suddenly Jeff, who had had the door slammed shut almost in his face, heard a bloodcurdling scream of pure agony coming from beyond the door. Jeff was utterly beside himself. He didn't know what to do. His inclination was to open the door — although it was locked, it was very easy to open in an emergency — but it was clear that Susan wanted to be alone. After the first terrifying scream he heard nothing. Just then the phone rang and he answered it. It was Fred Franklin from the hospital. "Jeff," he asked without preamble, "how is Susan? Is she all right?" "No, she's not, Fred," Jeff replied in candor. "But I have no idea what's wrong. But since you called me, it sounds like you do." There was silence on the line for a few moments as Franklin was obviously organizing his thoughts. Then he said, "Jeff, we have no idea how she did it, but we do know what she did. She has taken all the pain being suffered by those ten dying children out of their bodies and into her own. That woman is now suffering the pain of all ten fatally-ill children." Jeff could hear the sounds as the man began to cry. His speech was broken as he continued, "What happened was this: A couple of nurses took her in to meet the children. After being introduced — the kids immediately loved her as we both knew they would — she asked to be left alone with them. Well, it was only after Susan left that the nurses noticed the incredible changes in all of the children. They were utterly joyous. "The nurses asked about it. It seems that, one after another, Susan would sit a child on her lap and ask about his pain. Where was it and how badly did it hurt? Then, somehow she took the pain from the child into her own body. The children knew it happened because in each case she told them what she was feeling and in every case it was exactly what they had been living with." There was silence for a few moments and Franklin continued, "Susan has saved the lives of at least four of those children. The doctors think there could even be more. But Jeff, she might have done it at the cost of her own life. Is there anything we can do for her or for you? Anything at all?" After another pause, he added, "Today you said that Susan Andrews is an angel. Do you know something? I think that's only the simple truth. Incidentally, please tell her that there are ten little angels who are praying as hard as they possibly can for her. Would you tell her that? Please?" After hanging up the phone Jeff popped the lock and went into Susan's room. He was appalled to find her still fully dressed and just huddled in the fetal position on the floor. After first pulling the covers back on the bed he carefully undressed her and then lay her on the bed. "It hurts so terribly," she murmured. "Oh, God it hurts." There were tears in her eyes and Jeff could see an incredible level of pain burning like a brilliant flame deep in her eyes. "I'm so sorry, my darling master. I'll try to fix dinner for you..." Suddenly she just screamed in agony. Jeff took her into his arms and tried to will the pain to come to him. "I adore you, my darling," he whispered in her ear. Then he added, "Sue, you've saved the lives of at least four of those children this morning. They will recover and live. Does that help?" There was a look of incredible joy, but almost instantly there was another terrifying scream of agony. Carefully Jeff covered her body and left her alone. Clearly, she didn't want him sharing her misery and was trying her best to shield him from it. Just then the phone rang again. Answering it, he heard a female voice speaking with wonderful overtones of a French accent, although her English was perfect. "Mr. Collins?" she said. "May I please speak with ... with your slave, Susan Anthony? My name is Colette Dupuis and Mrs. Anthony finally told me where I might find Susan. I would very much like to see her, if I may." Instantly Jeff remembered. Colette was the girl who had been so unmercifully beaten and for whom Sue had accepted twenty lashes in order to be with her to care for her. "Miss Dupuis, you certainly may see Susan. And, in fact, the sooner the better. It's my understanding that Susan helped you near the end of your senior year in school. Is that correct?" "She saved my life, Mr. Collins, if you consider that to be of help to me. But from the tension I hear in your voice, it sounds like Susan needs help now. Does she?" "Her life is on the line," Jeff said quietly. "You might be the only person alive who can possibly help her." Colette offered to come to the apartment immediately, but Jeff realized it would be faster if Steve picked her up. After asking where she was staying — it was a very cheap hotel west of 8th Avenue in the Times Square section — he sent Steve after her. When he hung up the phone, he was amused at the thought of the Rolls limousine sweeping up to the door of a hotel that wasn't much more than a flophouse. Then he heard another anguished scream from Susan and his heart turned over. It was so obvious that his darling was trying her best to control herself. Worse yet, he remembered how he had sliced her back and her breasts with the whip but she hadn't made a sound. In spite of what was obviously a very high tolerance for pain, today she was screaming. Only then did Jeff realize that he was shaking with fear. Since he had already alerted building security to expect Miss Dupuis, the next thing he knew was when the front door chimes rang. Opening the door he found himself looking at another beauty. Not as tall as Susan, Colette Dupuis was still quite tall at five feet eight. Her face was beautiful in spite of a scar across her cheek. The girl had chestnut hair with auburn highlights and the most exquisite emerald-green eyes Jeff had ever seen. In spite of being a very hot day in August, he was surprised to see that the girl's dress had a high neck with long sleeves that buttoned at her wrists. When she extended her hand, her wrist extended beyond the cuff and he saw the beginning of another scar. "You're still terribly scarred from your ordeal, aren't you, Colette?" Jeff asked kindly. "Susan told me about it. I know she likes to think of you as her dearest friend from school." Tears were clouding Jeff's eyes as he asked, "Will you go to her?" "Of course, Mr. Collins," the girl replied. He led the way to the small room where they found Susan naked on the bed, again in a fetal position. Suddenly, she again released a bloodcurdling scream of pure agony. This time, though, she started flailing at the air with her arms. Now Jeff was truly frightened since it appeared that his love was sinking into delirium. Ignoring Jeff's presence Colette stripped off her dress. When she did, her back was toward him and he almost got sick. Never had he seen such a mess. The girl's entire body was nothing but a mass of horrible-looking scar tissue. Now completely naked, she climbed on the bed and spread her body over Susan's. Almost instantly, Sue's flailing stopped as the girl whispered words in French into Sue's ear. Sue had been consciously holding her eyes closed. Hearing the French words, her eyes popped open and Colette could see the excruciating pain in her eyes but there was joy there, as well. Reaching out, she hugged the girl close. "That's enough of this," Colette said softly. "Now let me have at least half of the pain. We'll share it between us." "But, Colly, I can't. This is all my fault so I'm suffering for it." Then Sue took a deep breath and asked, "But what are you doing here, anyway? How did you get here?" Only then did Susan run her hands over Colette's back. The instant she did she felt the horrible ridges of scar tissue. Susan's eyes began to tear. "You're still carrying terrible scars from that awful day, aren't you? Why was nothing done?" "My parents disowned me," the girl said simply. "It was the combination of what I had done — playing with myself — and the scars. Since they're certain that no decent man will ever marry me, they threw me out of the house. Only recently was I able to save enough money to come to the States. I so desperately wanted to see you again." Then the girl smiled, wriggled her body on Susan's and continued, "Darling Sue, I'm so sorry you're hurting so badly. On the other hand, nothing could give me greater pleasure than to be in a position to help you." Now glaring down into Susan's brilliant blue eyes, her emerald eyes were flashing with green fire as she demanded, "Now share!" From the doorway Jeff saw something unbelievable. He could actually see some of the pain moving from Sue's eyes to Colette's. "Please, no!" Susan protested weakly. "Please stop!" "No, my darling Susan, I won't stop," Colette gasped. Jeff could see the girl's scarred body writhing in pain on top of Susan's. Now the two girls were just holding each other tightly. Each was mashing her body into the other's while they both writhed on the bed in agony. Sweat began to pour off their bodies, but the two girls just hugged each other and exchanged kisses. Between times they groaned and occasionally screamed out in pain. Jeff partially closed the door. Going into the kitchen where he could easily hear what was happening in the bedroom Jeff placed a call to the hospital and Fred Franklin. When he reached him he said, "Fred, it's Jeff. I need some help." "For you, absolutely anything. What is it?" "Well, really, it's for Sue—" "For her, we'll turn over the institution. Incidentally, the number of children saved is now up to six!" To Jeff's surprise, it sounded like Franklin broke down in tears. In fact, he had. "Jeff, I visited that service a short time ago. Believe it or not, the nurses there, along with the children, were kneeling in a circle praying for Susan. Those children utterly adore that girl. But back to your question: absolutely anything. What can I do for you?" "It should be pretty simple," Jeff replied. "I need the very best plastic surgeon around. To the extent to which they specialize, I need the guy who is great at erasing scars. Do you know anyone?" "Where do you want him, and when?" Franklin asked. "Right here and as soon as possible," Jeff replied. Franklin said he would have the doctor contact Jeff directly." Jeff checked on the girls and found them wrapped in each other's arms but still writhing in pain. Now, however, both girls were in near-delirium. Sitting on the edge of the bed he was able to put his lips on Sue's. He moved his lips against hers and felt the so-familiar electricity. When he moved back he saw that Sue's eyes had cleared for a moment. "I'm so sorry, beloved master," she croaked. "Can you ever forgive me?" "My darling," he whispered, "now six of those small children will live! You're utterly incredible, my love!" "Thank you, darling master..." at that moment she let out another agonized scream as her whole body started to knot up from the pain. As he watched, he could see Colette's muscles knot up too while she squeezed Susan as hard as she could. Colette was making soft caring sounds as she alternately squeezed and stroked Susan's body. Again Jeff left, went to the kitchen and just dropped into a chair. Finally he bestirred himself enough to make a drink. As he sipped his martini, he thought that he had never needed a drink more than he did at that moment. When the phone rang, he reached out and picked it up. "This is Jim Fletcher calling. Fred Franklin said you needed to see someone who works on scars. I guess I'm your man, so what can I do for you?" "You could get up here as soon as possible," Jeff replied with a chuckle. "Doctor, right now I really need help. And if you get up here fast, you could help me knock off the rest of a liter of Beefeater's. Any interest?" Fletcher wrote down the address and said he would be right up. Only minutes later, the door chimes rang. Opening the door, Jeff found another man, nearly as big as he was, standing at the door. "I'm Jim Fletcher," the man said sticking out his hand. "I assume you're Jeff Collins. Where's the patient?" Jeff escorted him to the kitchen and then to the bedroom beyond. When he opened the door, the two girls were still in each other's arms, still writhing on the bed in agony, and still screaming occasionally when one or the other suffered another searing pain. Fletcher went immediately to the bed, sat on it next to Colette and ran his fingers lightly over her skin. Then he reached into his jacket pocket, pulled out a pair of magnifying eyeglasses and studied the girl's body carefully. His deep concern was obvious in his face. But what followed next surprised Jeff. The girl had thrown an arm backward and her face was now exposed. Jim bent over and kissed her slowly and thoroughly. To Jeff's surprise, he saw Colette's hand rise, move behind Jim's head and hold it while their lips moved on each other's. When he moved away and Jeff could see the girl's face, there was a lovely smile on her lips as even he could hear her murmur, "Merci, monsieur. Ça c'est très bien." Then she just wriggled tighter in Sue's arms and appeared to fall sleep. After the two men left the room, they returned to the kitchen where Jeff made Jim a drink. "What do you think?" he asked. Instead of answering directly Fletcher asked, "Do you know how many lashes she received?" "As a matter of fact, I think I do," Jeff replied, "at least a fair approximation. Susan told me that there were about one hundred students in the school, each of whom gave her five lashes. That's about five hundred, I guess. Is that close enough?" Then Jeff filled the doctor in on the background: How Colette was caught masturbating and how she was required to appear naked in front of the entire school, and continue to masturbate, while accepting so many lashes that the floor was covered with her blood before it was over. Then he told how Sue received twenty lashes so that she could care for Colette for the first week after her beating. "That's why there will be no charge for anything," Fletcher said. "In the first place, the hospital Board has offered to pay absolutely anything I want. But in the second place, you've found me my wife." With a very warm smile he said, "I'm going to marry that woman as soon as I can. She is perfection." "All I know," Jeff said, "is that somehow she drew much of the pain away from Susan and into her own body. I also know — or am nearly certain — that Colette Dupuis is an unpenetrated virgin, a cordon bleu chef, a skilled homemaker ... and one of the bravest young women on the face of the earth. "Moreover, Jim, please consider her to be Susan's sister. You could consider her net worth ... Forget that." Jeff grinned and said, "Let me put it this way: The dowry offered with Colette Dupuis's hand in marriage is $100 million. But I guess I should call it a dot, the way the French do, shouldn't I? Is that adequate, or do we need to negotiate?" "Jeffrey Collins, did I just hear what I think I heard? You're offering one hundred million dollars?" "Is it enough?" Jeff asked blandly. Then the two men howled with laughter. After inviting Jim to join him, Jeff contacted Steve and told him to bring back a gourmet Chinese dinner for three. All three men sat around the kitchen table eating while Jim and Jeff took turns checking on the girls. ------- Chapter 7 The two girls had been in bed for days suffering through the agonizing pain from all the young children that Susan had taken into her body. When the pain finally subsided enough for them to be able to get out of bed, both were drawn and haggard. It was Jim Fletcher's opinion that had Colette not somehow been able to draw off half of the pain, Susan could not have survived. As it was, both girls had been delirious with pain for nearly forty-eight hours. When they finally stumbled out of the little bedroom four days later, Jeff thought it was the cutest thing he had ever seen. The girls were each rubbing sleep from their eyes with one fist while they were holding each other tightly with the other hand. Both girls were, of course, naked. Jeff got terry bath robes for both of them and insisted that they sit at the kitchen table while he prepared breakfast. When Sue protested that he didn't know how to cook, he just stuck out his tongue out at her. The fact was that although the omelettes he prepared were not up to her standard, they were really very good. Then Jeff just sat at the table with another cup of coffee while he watched the two girls eat. After four days with no food at all, the meal just evaporated. "Thank you, beloved master," Susan said softly. "That was marvelous!" She smiled lovingly and added, "And, my darling, you even have my favorite flowers on the table. You're really so sweet!" She rose from the table and said, "And now it's time for my whipping." Looking plaintive she continued, "Beloved sir, I know I must receive 200 lashes. However, I'm really not in such great shape yet, so could you apply fifty strokes each day for four consecutive days? I'm certain I can handle that." "No," Jeff replied flatly. "I can't." "Can't?" she protested. "What do you mean? 'Can't' means you're not able, and beloved master," she said squeezing one of his giant biceps, "you are certainly able." Jeff just shook his head doggedly and continued, "There are now eight small children who would kill me if I touched you. Now admittedly they're small, but there are eight of them." Tears began to flow down his cheeks as he continued, "There are eight small children who will continue to live. They will continue to grow, all thanks to you. I checked early this morning and do you know what I learned? I found out that by today — just five days after your visit — at least half of them would already be dead. They really would. So, my darling slave, we'll have to think of something else." Colette had been watching the exchange, saying nothing. Finally she said, "Mr. Collins, it was very hard for me to locate Susan." With a very cute little smile she continued, "And I just made it. I used the last twenty-five cents I had to telephone you. When you gave me permission to see Susan, I was planning on walking here because there was no more money for even a bus." Then with a little grin she said, "It was so wonderfully neat, too. When Mr. Sloan drove up in that magnificent limousine, then came up to the desk and asked for Miss Dupuis, I almost fainted dead away. Sir, he knew I was trash, but he treated me like a lady. He was just so wonderful!" Then she frowned and asked, "But how could a girl as sweet and kind and good as Susan be a slave?" Instead of answering, Jeff turned to Susan and said, "My darling slave, wouldn't you feel better if you had a shower? Maybe a swim?" Then he grinned and added, "And if you're really a very good and obedient slave, I might even give you a massage." Looking serious he added, "Darling, it will probably take me at least three hours to work the knots out of your muscles. You were in utter agony for days. How about it?" Sue just grinned wryly knowing that Jeff wanted to talk to Colette alone. As she walked off she said blithely, "But darling master, if you want to talk with my sister alone, all you needed to do was say so." With that she waved gaily and headed for their bedroom swinging her hips as provocatively as she could. When she was gone, Jeff just grinned wryly and shook his head. "I guess I really don't know why I even try. There's absolutely no way I can ever fool that woman." Looking directly into Colette's emerald eyes he said, "Except for one thing. I'm counting on you to maintain the secret. You see, we're going to be married very soon — in a matter of weeks at most. In fact," he said with a little grin, "your appearance helps things. It takes care of one problem beautifully: Who will be Sue's maid of honor? Who better than her sister." Shaking his head, Jeff continued, "And the only reason I can maintain this secret is, first, it's not a secret, and second, it's so far beyond her dreams, she has not even dared to hope. But, God, I adore that woman!" To the girl's surprise Jeff took both of her hands in his and looked at them. Colette's hands were very similar to Susan's with long, slim fingers and perfect skin. One after the other he lifted a hand, brought it to his mouth and tenderly kissed its back. The girl was genuinely shocked. "But you can't do that, sir," she protested. "And this talk about me being Susan's sister is idiotic. The truth is, Mr. Collins, that while Susan is a golden angel with grace, charm and goodness, I'm dark, dirty and evil." What followed stunned the girl. Jeff picked her up from her chair as if she was weightless, sat her across his lap and kissed her. As he did, he poured out the intense love he was already feeling for this terribly tortured girl who had just saved the love of his life. The flow of the purest love and goodness from Jeff's lips just filled the girl's body. When she could take it no more, her nervous system shorted out and she went limp in his arms. He just cradled her in his arms and waited. As he held her he realized how much like Susan she was, even to the childlike way she cuddled against his body. He could feel her recovering, but still he held her firmly. Finally he heard her mutter, "Mon Dieu! Monsieur, you're beyond belief!" Then she pulled away just far enough to be able to look into his eyes. Before she could say another word, Jeff said softly, "That was Susan, too. Now, darling sister-in-law, do you think I can make Sue happy as her husband?" "Ecstatically!" the girl exclaimed. "In fact, I'm still sitting on what Sue calls your telephone pole. She's hoping you'll split her in half with it. But yes, sir, I believe you can certainly make her happy. But why do you ask me?" Instead of answering, he continued to pursue his line of questioning. "You love her very much, too, don't you?" "I owe her my life," Colette replied simply. "I adore her." Again Jeff took her hands and looked deeply into her eyes. "Honey, I've been talking to Jim Fletcher. He's one of the world's finest plastic surgeons. His specialty is removing scars. You, Colette Dupuis, represent his greatest challenge." Looking very serious he continued, "He has a new treatment in mind. It involves..." Jeff just shook his head and said, "I don't know exactly what it does involve, other than a great deal more pain for you. Can you take it? Do you want to?" Then he smiled warmly and said, "There's a small incentive. First, I believe you when you tell me that Sue's happiness is very important to you. Second, I also believe that you think I can make her happy. The problem is, Colette, we need you to serve as maid of honor, but beyond that, it's Susan's ambition for you to be Miss France in the Nude Miss Universe contest. What it all adds up to is those scars have got to go. Okay?" Tears were in the corners of her eyes as she said softly, "If these scars could be removed, I would be the happiest girl in the world. Maybe..." Then she looked at Jeff hard and asked, "Did Dr. Fletcher kiss me? When I was with Sue? Did he?" "Yes, darling Colette, he did," Jeff replied. "Moreover, he told me that you are ... Never mind. What do you think of him?" "He is ... very nice," she said. Jeff was certain she wanted to say more. But then she added, "He's a surgeon. He's a highly-educated man — a professional. The only woman who could possibly interest an incredible man like that would be a woman who graduated from a top university, and is a professional woman herself. A poor little immigrant who didn't even finish high school—" "He was utterly delighted, Colette, when he kissed you and even though you were delirious, you murmured in French, 'Thank you sir. That was very good, ' referring to his kiss. And since you asked about a kiss, even in your tormented state, his kiss penetrated through your incredible pain. You felt it, didn't you? It was like a breath of life, wasn't it?" To Jeff, though, the answer she'd previously given him was the one he was looking for. Clearly, this girl was madly in love with Jim, but at the same time certain that he would have nothing ever to do with her. "It gave me the hope and courage I needed to continue to live," the girl said in a voice scarcely above a whisper. At that point the door chimes rang. Jeff went off and came back with Jim Fletcher. Sitting down next to Colette — the girl blushed the instant he appeared — they had a cup of coffee. Jim asked Jeff to invite Susan to join them so they could all see what was about to happen. But then thinking better of it, he suggested that they all join Susan on the pool deck instead for reasons that would soon be clear. The three went out and found Susan lazily powering back and forth in the pool. When Jeff called, she was out of the pool in an instant and striding towards them, utterly unconcerned about her nudity. Jim Fletcher grinned and whistled, causing Sue to take an incredibly sexy pinup pose for an instant, then grab a towel and casually dry her still-golden body. Turning to Colette, Jim asked her to take off her robe. Her eyes flared for an instant but then she did as he asked. Holding her head up high she said, "The only parts of me that are not ruined are my hands, my feet, and my cunt." With a wry little grin she added, "I guess having to continue to masturbate kept my cunt covered, so it was protected. The rest of me is a complete mess." But then with a cheerful look that might have been real she said, "But the scars don't show through a uniform, so I could still be your servant, Mr. Collins." Susan was now really only seeing Colette's scars for the first time. "You poor thing!" she exclaimed. Then to Jeff she said, "Darling master, what can we do to have these scars removed? Colette was the most beautiful girl in our school, and she must be at least as gorgeous again." Fletcher told her about a new process he had been experimenting with. Curiously, it was nothing more than the use of sandpaper, or rather sanding cloth which is the same thing except the backing is cloth rather than paper. As simple as it sounded, the object was to use the various grades of coarseness to sand off all of the dead scar tissue and try to find the growing skin under it all. He had a very large supply with him in several degrees of coarseness. After asking the girl to lay on her stomach he began to work on her back which was the worst scarred because, particularly for the younger girls, it was easier for them to whip. There were a number of places where he was almost certain all of the flesh had been taken off the girl's body leaving her rib bones exposed. When he asked, Susan, who had initially cared for her in the school infirmary, just swallowed hard and nodded. Fletcher just continued to sand away at the awful-looking scar tissue. While he knew it was intensely painful to Colette, the girl didn't make a sound or move at all. He showed Susan how to do it and the girl picked up the technique instantly. He and Jeff left them alone and returned to the house. As they left, the breeze across the pool deck was blowing Colette's granulated scar tissue across the roof like wood sanding dust. ------- It was the beginning of a period of very intensive work. After only a few hours, Colette sat up and while Susan worked on her mangled back she began to sand the terrible scars on her own legs. Between sessions with the sanding cloth, Susan introduced her to the pool, the exercise equipment, and the running track. After only a week Susan received a call from the Children's Hospital. Now eight small children, well on the road to recovery, were about to be discharged but they very much wanted to see Susan before they left. When they learned Colette was living with Sue, they asked for her to come, too. Arriving at the hospital, again Susan was taken to the ward where she'd first met the small children. This time the atmosphere was dramatically different. Even though they were not fully recovered, the children were exuberant. They swarmed around Susan who dropped to her knees so she could try to kiss all eight of the children at the same time. Finally she just lay on her back and let the kids climb all over her. This they loved, and loved it even more when, in response to their pleas, she stripped so they were climbing all over her magnificent golden body. Finally exhausted from all the kissing, Susan was sprawled with her arms outstretched and said, "Hey! What about Colette? Doesn't she count?" Then with her face very serious she said, "My darlings, were it not for her, I wouldn't be here today. Would you welcome her, too?" The oldest child, a beautiful girl with short dark hair and brilliant blue eyes named Caitlin Fitzpatrick, reached out both her hands toward Colette and said, "Welcome, Miss Dupuis. There are no words for us to adequately communicate our gratitude to you for saving the life of our savior, Susan Andrews." Then she smiled and said, "Would you undress, too? Then we can see how gorgeous you are, too. Your figure is exactly like Susan's." "But I can't..." Colette protested. "Do it, please, Colly," Susan asked while still on the floor. Pulling herself up to a sitting position she said, "Kids, maybe you can help." Then, although speaking to the children, she was really speaking for Colette's benefit. "I know that you're used to suffering. You've each been living with your own agonizing pain for years. You're used to seeing people who are horribly disfigured. Well, I want Colette to undress so you can see how cruel people can sometimes be to other people. I'm sure you can take it, can't you?" When all of the children, ranging in age from six to nine, solemnly nodded their heads, Colette shyly undressed. The reaction obtained from the children was unique in her experience. She was used to people reacting violently at the sight of her ugly scars. Caitlin, though, knelt beside her and ever-so-gently ran her fingers over the horrible ridges of scar tissue. "How many times were you whipped?" she asked. "It must have been an awful lot to do this. Were you still conscious? Could you move?" It was clear that Caitlin was expressing interest, curiosity, and great sympathy as she looked into Colette's eyes. Then she said, "You have gorgeous green eyes, Miss Dupuis." "Thank you, Caitlin," she said. "There were about 500 lashes. You asked if I was conscious? I was. Could I move? No." Colette was kneeling with her back up straight and her weight resting back on her heels. With her head high she said, "Susan Andrews saved my life that day, kids, so I really do know how you feel about her. She let me kiss her and hold her tightly. Although she was supposed to give me five strokes with a whip, she gave me none at all. Anyway, for kissing me she was given twenty lashes." Tears were flowing down Colette's cheek as she continued, "You see, she knew that for twenty lashes she would be sent to the infirmary. She didn't think I could take care of myself, and of course she was correct. With her own back bleeding from cuts all over it, she just concentrated on trying to help me!" Now all of the children were gathered around Colette and one after the other they kissed her, concentrating on pouring out their love. Then Caitlin, who was obviously the spokeswoman for the group, looked from one child to the next. In each case the child nodded. The girl knelt on the floor and extended her hands to both sides. The children, all dressed up in lovely party clothes, knelt in a circle around her and all joined hands. Then Caitlin looked up and said, "Hi, God! It's me again ... Caitlin. And God, I have a couple of favors to ask. First, Miss Dupuis, here, is one of your finest creations. She's almost as good as Miss Andrews and we both know that's nearly impossible. But she really is. Miss Andrews must love her a lot because she suffered a lot to save Miss Dupuis's life. "But then we know that Miss Dupuis just saved Susan's. No one — not even Sue — could survive the pain that she'd taken into her body from all of us. We don't know how she was able to do it. And we don't know how Colette was able to take some of the pain away from her, but she was able to do that, too. It saved Susan's life. "Now, God, here is what I would like you to do: Please help Susan work on Colette. Let her make Colette's body as beautiful as it was and should be again. Give her a body that will match the beauty of her soul. Please, God?" Then she looked around at each of the children asking an unspoken question. She seemed to be asking each child if he or she was certain. In each case, the answer was a definite yes. Susan and Colette had dressed again and were on their knees just watching the children. Looking upward again, Caitlin continued, "God, there's just one more thing. Cats have nine lives. Well there are only eight of us, so Susan will have to make do with just eight. You see, God, what we want to do is to substitute for Susan if you ever want to take her life. Let's say there's a terrible automobile accident in which Susan will be killed. Instead of taking her, God, I want you to take me—" "What?" Susan exclaimed. "Caitie, what are you saying?" Ignoring Susan's outburst, the little girl just continued as if nothing had been said. " ... The next time you would take her life, take Elsa instead, followed by Billy, Jack, Kim, Sarah, George, and finally little Mary. Susan is an angel, God, who is really needed here on earth. We're offering our lives in place of hers. Please God? Will you take ours instead?" After looking around the ring of children one more time she looked up and prayed, "And God, there's just one more thing. If you're not taking her suddenly — like an accident, or something — could we know a little in advance? You see, God, what I really want to do is to climb up on her bed where Susan is suffering, take her face in my hands and kiss her with all my love. Then I'll climb into a bed beside her and grip her hand while you take my life and restore hers." The girl's face beamed with joy as she exclaimed, "That will just be so neat!" The children now gripped each others hands very tightly and all of them closed their eyes. Suddenly there was a soft golden glow over Caitlin's head that grew brighter, then started to expand around the circle until it covered all eight children. Then it grew brighter and brighter until it was almost as bright as the sun. Suddenly it began to shimmer in almost-stroboscopic fashion and finally exploded. The children were all knocked to the ground, unconscious. Sue and Colette were lightheaded as well. Slowly the children began to regain consciousness. As they got up, Susan realized that the children had suddenly been transformed to perfect health. Each child, formerly recovering but still an invalid, was now a picture of health and beauty. Caitlin came over to her and asked, "What happened? Didn't God hear us? We didn't want anything for ourselves, we just wanted to do something to try to thank you for saving all of our lives!" "But Caitlin, that's exactly what God did do, my darling. He did hear you." Susan hugged the girl tightly and added, "Darling, I want you to know something. You see, I will never be able to have children of my own." As she said it tears came to her eyes but she tried to smile anyway. "So, you and your friends are now my children. I can't tell you how wonderful it makes me feel. "But darling, do you know what God just did? When I was here before, he heard my prayers and allowed me take your pain into my body. Then he must have heard Colette's prayer that she be allowed to share the pain with me. Now look at yourself! Darling Caitlin, after that flash, God made you into an utterly perfect little girl. In just a couple of very short weeks you went from being a dying child to a picture of health. You're now a doll and you'll grow to be an incredible beauty. Why? What happened? Because, my darling, of what you and your friends just did. You prayed for Colette. Then you prayed to be permitted to sacrifice your lives, one at a time, to save mine! What did you ask God to give you? Absolutely nothing!" At this point Susan could no longer continue. She just wrapped the lovely little girl in her arms, hugged her tightly and began to bawl. Then she felt the most remarkable sensation on her lips. It was such a surprise it caused her to open her eyes to see what was happening. Caitlin was kissing her. Yet it was the most incredible kiss Susan had ever had. It was just the purest love, innocence, grace, and joy. The little girl was trying to convey how important Sue was to her. Now Sue started gently to work her lips on Caitlin's. Suddenly both women felt the most incredible sensation of joy and peace. When they finally broke the kiss, Caitlin looked into Susan's lovely eyes and whispered, "Miss Andrews, I adore you! Really, I do." "Caitie, I love you, too, so very much!" Susan whispered. Then the two looked over to where Colette was entertaining the other children. She was teaching them simple words and phrases in French and the children loved it. Now the party began in earnest. There was ice cream, cake, and a wide range of games most of which Colette created on the spot. When it was time to go, it had become clear to the children how much alike Susan and Colette truly were and what a wonderful person Colette was. They proved it by having a vote on who was the more perfect woman. After a lot of whispering and giggling, when the vote was taken it was a tie at four votes each. The children all giggled with merriment at their rigged outcome. The leave-taking with the nurses back in the room was far more time consuming than anyone had expected. Each child insisted on hugging and kissing each of the girls. As this was going on, the nurses were noticing how incredibly perfect each child now was. As the two girls were going down to the main entrance where Steve was waiting for them, the chief nurse on the service asked about it. Colette and Susan exchanged looks and then Colette replied, "Madam, it was the direct intervention of le Bon Dieu himself. Beyond that, you'll have to ask the children. But I'm sure that you'll agree, they're very healthy-looking children, n'est ce pas? ------- Chapter 8 Following the visit to the hospital, progress on Colette's scars came astonishingly fast. Although the girls had said nothing to Jeff, even he noticed how quickly the girl was improving. One thing never changed, though, and that was Colette's incredible sense of humor. She was constantly after Susan to use a rotary sander, an orbital sander, a palm sander, a belt sander — anything to mechanize the process of sanding off her scar tissue. Whenever she brought up the subject — which was usually several times a day — all Susan ever did was to stick out her tongue and tell her how much she was enjoying torturing her big sister after so many years of being tortured by her. Every time she said it, Colette's eyes would melt, she would kiss Susan with all the passion she could communicate and whisper, "I adore you, baby sister!" In addition to all of their exercising, Colette's presence made another difference that Jeff noted. First, the two girls were constantly teasing, laughing, giggling — Jeff thought that never had he experienced such exuberance, such joie de vivre, so appropriate for the visiting French girl. Furthermore, the two girls, working together, now did start to make changes in the penthouse. Jeff found himself in the amusing position of cheering them on. For example, a great deal of the furniture was upholstered in leather. One after the other, pieces disappeared for a day and then reappeared, still upholstered in leather, but now leather as soft as the finest glove leather that seemed to caress a naked body. Since they spent so much time nude, it felt great on their bare skin. In spite of the changes, undeniably it was still his decor. Jeff found it marvelous, as he also loved the joy the two girls created just by being there. Colette, in addition to also being a cordon bleu chef, was also an expert in Provençale cuisine which she taught to Susan whose haute cuisine was even better than her own. The food served at all meals was the finest Jeff had ever eaten, and, he believed, at least as good as any available anywhere in the world. After just a few days, Colette would watch whenever Sue took him in her mouth or he ate her cunt. She found it lovely. Finally she graduated to sleeping in the same bed, this time on Jeff's left side. Now he found himself with two gorgeous female bodies flanking his own. Pointing out that fall was almost upon them, it was only appropriate for the women to keep him warm since, after all, it was his food that provided the energy for their body heat. The first time he said that to them they both assaulted him with their bodies and their lips. Jeff ended on his back on the carpet naked, with both girls sprawled on top of him. Susan was sucking his cock while he was eating her cunt and fondling Colette's now-beautiful tits at the same time. After only four weeks had passed, Colette had become an incredible beauty. Although Susan continued to work on her, it had now reached the point of polishing individual facets of a diamond. It improved the stone's refraction but not by very much. Colette, still thinking of herself as an interloper, came up with an idea that she insisted on implementing: She served the dinner while Jeff and Susan remained seated throughout. The first night, she was naked, as usual, as she served. She had, however, made a huge white bow that she clipped to the back of her head and another tiny white bow that she put in her pubic hair. Subsequently, expanding on her idea, she insisted that both Jeff and Susan dress for dinner. In spite of their complaints, they both loved it. Jeff was incredibly handsome in his white dinner jacket and it provided Susan with an opportunity to wear a series of magnificent gowns and cocktail dresses, most of which she'd never worn. Utterly delighted by the whole thing, Jeff began to counsel with Colette daily on what Susan should wear that evening — she'd gotten to the point of having "nights," as in French night, Mexican night, and so forth. Colette ensured that Sue would have the appropriate attire while Jeff took it upon himself to ensure that she had the appropriate jewels and accessories. Since their favorite cooking was French haute cuisine, that was what was prepared most often. Moreover, it provided the opportunity to be very formal. One morning Colette told Jeff that the evening was going to be blue and white. He was ecstatic. That evening as Susan appeared before him in a beautiful white cocktail dress, he presented her with the most magnificent necklace, bracelet, and ear studs made from sapphires whose blue exactly matched her eyes. Although she wanted to tell him not to waste his money on her, Sue now knew him well enough to know that he loved doing it. Since their only money problem was spending it, not making it, she just grimaced, crossed her eyes, stuck her tongue out of the corner of her mouth, and then laughed happily. Before escorting her into the library for cocktails before dinner — as usual, Colette and Susan had prepared magnificent canapés — he melted her with a kiss. Looking deep into his eyes she asked, "Beloved master, am I now an adequate body slave? If I am, will you ... please, will you ... take my virginity?" Then the poor girl began to cry. "Oh, Jeff, please! Please take me. I adore you, Master, and I so desperately want you to warm your cock in my cunt. Please..." Jeff held her tightly and kissed her soundly. He knew that it was only days before their wedding. Although both Jim Fletcher and Colette knew it, poor Susan did not. ------- Friday was selected as the day for Colette's great unveiling. Initially, they were just going to have a dinner but, although it was late September, the weather was unseasonably warm so Susan decided that they would start with a morning pool party and take it from there. As it came closer to the time that Jim was expected, Colette was becoming visibly more nervous. Susan couldn't resist teasing. "What's wrong, big sister? Do you have an itch, or something? It's only Jim, after all." That was all it took. Suddenly Colette broke down in tears and began to bawl. Sue instantly took her into her arms and held her tightly. Without saying a word, she just caressed the tormented young woman. Finally she whispered, "You're back to being the incredible beauty you always were, my darling sister. And just remember: you're not even nineteen years old, yet." Trying to grin through her tears Colette managed to say, "But I'm still almost two months older than you are, baby sister!" In a very casual tone that she didn't feel, Susan said quietly, "Oh by the way, Assistant Slave Colette, today Jeff is placing you at Jim's disposal. You're to do anything and everything he may wish. The only exceptions — which he'll be aware of — forbid penetration of your cunt or your ass with his cock. Those are the only exceptions! Is that clear?" Colette just nodded quickly. At that point Jim arrived. If Colette was nervous, Jim was truly upset. Jeff had just told him that they were going to spend at least the afternoon naked and Jim was beside himself. He had stripped off his clothes and followed Jeff out on the deck, but having gotten that far, now he was almost frozen with embarrassment. Seeing his discomfort, Colette went to him, set him on a comfortable chair and then sat across his lap. "You may wear me, if you'd like," she said softly. "I'll hide your private parts. And at the same time, you can inspect me, Doctor. What do you think?" Running his hands lightly over her body all he could feel were finely-toned muscles right below the surface and skin that was now like warm satin over her entire body. "I think you're incredible," he replied. "But what do you think?" "I think Susan screwed up on my tits and nipples. They don't match, do they?" She turned toward him and cradled her beautiful breasts in her hands. "I don't see anything," he replied, "What's the problem?" "She didn't get my nipples right," she complained. "Just look at the right, and then look at the left." "No," he said softly. Then he leaned down, ran his tongue over her right nipple and areola. To the surprise of both of them, she screamed and had an immediate orgasm with her fluids beginning to run down her thighs. "You're a wet little thing, aren't you?" he commented softly. "I guess this is why we're naked, though. You can't ruin my pants with your love juices." Then he bent over and repeated his attentions on her left. Again Colette screamed in ecstasy and more fluids ran down her leg. Jim then went from one nipple to the other and soon had the girl in a nearly-continuous orgasm in spite of never going near her cunt. When he finally stopped, both of her nipples, originally pink and tiny, were bright red and elongated to nearly an inch in length. Then, while she was still in an orgasmic daze, he melted his lips on hers. The electricity flowed between them and just increased in voltage. Then he could feel it as the wonderfully warm body went limp in his arms. Jim himself was feeling shaky as well. Finally, he could feel Colette regain consciousness. Softly he asked, "Now what was that problem with your tits?" "Nothing, my darling," she murmured. "I'm so glad you like to suck them. Do they taste good? Do they feel good? Do you like to bite them with your teeth?" By this time Susan had sat down across Jeff's lap and just watched the other two while feigning wide-eyed innocence. "Did I hear some complaint?" she inquired. "Something about not getting the nipples right?" "They're all right," Colette gasped. She still hadn't fully recovered her breath. "While we're on the subject, older sister, are there any other complaints you'd like to lodge? Your buns, for example. How are they?" Rising from Jim's lap, Colette turned her back then looked over her shoulder at Jim and asked, "Dr. Fletcher, do you approve of my bottom?" Jim reached over to the table where he had left a handful of things he had brought out to the deck with him. Putting on his magnifying glasses he looked at her and said she would have to come closer. After pretending to study her gorgeous ass for a few moments, he suddenly wrapped his big hands around her buns and squeezed them both hard. "Argh!" she screamed and rose on tiptoe. At the same time Jeff and Susan saw a gush of her love juices pour down her leg. Even Jim, sitting behind her could see the juices running down her widespread legs. In spite of her scream, Jim continued to hold her and just knead her asscheeks. Slowly she came down off her tiptoes, backed her body into his, relaxed and then just sighed with joy. Meanwhile her fluids continued to run slowly down her legs. Seeing that Colette was starting to reel with dizziness, Jim swept her into his arms and sat her across his lap. By now the poor girl was in a daze. But seated across his lap, it featured her beautiful cunt. When he looked at it carefully, Jim started to giggle. The giggles turned to laughter and soon he was roaring so hard with laughter he almost dumped Colette off his lap. He had just looked carefully at the girl's pubic patch for the first time. While Susan's was golden and very full and curly, Colette's was as dense but it was beautifully silky in texture and a magnificent chestnut color only slightly darker than the hair on her head. Like Susan — indeed, it had been Susan who had done it — every bit of pubic hair had been pulled out below the dense patch immediately above her slit. Her labia, still dripping with her juices, were beautifully bare. To Jim's amusement — and Colette's embarrassment — her clitoris was poking its head out from between the protecting lips. But what had caused Jim to howl with laughter was what she had done with her silken pubic hair. She'd actually parted it with a comb and then created almost a miniature of the hairdo on her head. Being unable to resist, he ran his finger through her patch and curled a lock of her hair around it. Very gently, he leaned forward and kissed her warmly. Then he asked, "My darling, you were concerned about things in pairs: your tits and your buns. What about a single? Your cunt for example. What about that?" "That, sir, is part of a pair as well," she replied casually. "It is?" he said, surprised at her reply. "Where is the other half of the pair?" "Right here!" she exclaimed. Colette had jumped off his lap and was now on her knees in front of him. With both of her hands she cradled his huge balls and watched as his cock, which had been almost fully engorged, instantly enlarge and then begin to throb and shake. As it did she murmured, "Oh you poor tormented thing!" In an instant she had her mouth fully around the enormous throbbing cock — she had been in their bedroom often enough when Sue was taking Jeff in her mouth to know how to do it. Because of the prior excitement coupled with a lack of opportunities to relieve himself, it was apparent that Jim was about to release almost instantly. As Susan had told her, she moved her head back on his cock so that only its head was still in her mouth. Then he exploded. Swallowing as quickly as she could, some of his luscious spend still got past her lips. Nevertheless, she swallowed with a will. When the flow stopped, she looked very cute as she ran her finger over her face to retrieve the syrup that had escaped her the first time. Then she went down on his cock and ever-so-carefully licked off every speck of his cum. Finally, she flipped her head and used her long silky hair to carefully dry off his sex. Rocking back on her heels she looked up at him and asked, "Was that adequate?" Jim was still so shocked by the young girl's actions all he could do was slowly nod his head. Then she grinned and said, "That's the other half of the pair. It goes into my receptacle. Incidentally, do you like the way my cunt looks now?" All Jim Fletcher could do was slowly shake his head. Then, as tears slowly started to slide down her cheeks she said, "Dr. Fletcher, I know you're a very well-educated professional man. I, on the other hand didn't graduate from high school. I came close, but..." Now it was obvious that the poor girl was so choked up she could scarcely talk. Nevertheless, all she did was to stand up even straighter and thrust out her tits even more. "Dr. Fletcher, I would like to apply for the position of your cook, your maid, your mistress, and your concubine. I want to have you warm your huge cock in the depths of my being. I want you to use it to ream out every possible opening in my body." Standing even straighter she concluded, "I want to live with you until you find the woman you wish to marry." "That's wonderful!" Jim exclaimed, "because your master has given you to me for the day. And so far, slave, you're doing beautifully." Then Jim frowned and added, "But I'm a little concerned, I must admit. He didn't warn me about how ... liquid ... you are." Colette looked at him carefully but couldn't tell if he was teasing her or not. What followed was one of the most delightful days any of the four young people had ever spent. Because of their greater athletic experience and skill, Sue and Jeff split up. Susan paired with Jim, while Colette teamed up with Jeff. They started with tennis — a pair of tennis courts was the latest addition to the penthouse — and then swam. They lazed in the sun and had a barbecue on the pool deck for lunch. After eating they just napped in the sun with the girls using the guys stomachs as pillows. Jim looked down and adored seeing Colette's chestnut hair spread like a fan across his belly and her lovely long eyelashes looking like tiny fans against her tanned cheeks. For his part, he kept stroking her breasts and watching as fluids continued to flow from her hairless cunt. After more tennis and more swimming, they finished the afternoon in the sauna. After introducing Jim to the freezing water — the other three howled with laughter as he screamed — they had warm showers and took turns massaging each other. When they finished, Jim sat down on a bench, put Colette over his knee and proceeded to spank her. He explained it was as a punishment for not warning her temporary master about the freezing water. To her utter astonishment, he then insisted on kissing each of her asscheeks where he had spanked her and where they were still visibly red in spite of her golden tan. "But Master," she protested, "you kissed ... kissed my ass! Why would you do such a thing?" "Because I hurt it and I wanted to kiss it to make it better. And because it's the most beautiful little ass in the world. I adore it. Is that good enough?" he asked. Colette just shook her head in utter amazement. All through the afternoon the girls would disappear occasionally for a few minutes at a time. Between them they were preparing a banquet to be served that night. Jeff had alerted Jim so he brought a dinner jacket with him. That evening the girls were wearing identical white cocktail dresses that featured large expanses of their perfect bodies. At Jeff's request, Susan was wearing her sapphire jewelry. Colette was standing beside her as he put the incredible necklace around her throat with its gorgeous blue stones that exactly matched her beautiful eyes. Colette's eyes were brimming with the love she felt for this beautiful girl who she now really considered to be her sister. "My baby sister looks so gorgeous tonight! Darling, those jewels are far more beautiful on you than they would ever be in any other setting." Jeff was looking at Colette and pretending to be puzzled. Then he brought out another large jewelry box, opened it, and took out an emerald necklace whose design was a duplicate of the sapphire necklace Susan was wearing. The poor girl was so utterly stunned she couldn't even move as Susan fastened the tiny catches and then put on the matching bracelet and ear studs. Standing back she looked at her sister and said, "Beloved master, you've been very kind to the assistant slave, my worthless sister. But what about the other?" Colette was still standing in front of a mirror and it was as if she was frozen in place. As quickly as she'd put them on, Susan rapidly took off the jewelry and put the pieces back in their box. She then just reached out her hand and Jeff put another box that was a duplicate of the one she'd just given him into it. Opening it, again it was the identical jewelry design, but this time the stones were rubies. Again Susan put the jewels on her sister. Colette was still frozen, not knowing what to do. Now she was aware of the fact that Jim had been standing on the side just watching. Turning to Susan Jeff asked, "Adorable slave, which one should we keep? The emeralds go so perfectly with the assistant slave's eyes, and yet the rubies feature the red highlights in her chestnut hair. Which set should we keep?" "Jeffrey Collins, why do always do these things to me?" Susan demanded. "Why in hell do you think I consented to be your body slave in the first place? It was because this way I never have to make a decision. All I need ever to do is what you tell me. But now you want me to make a decision!" At this she pretended to break down in tears. "Slave, take down your bikini, pull up your skirt, and lay down across my lap," Jeff ordered. He noticed that Sue's eyes flashed, but he knew it was in merriment as she did precisely what she'd been told. He then proceeded to give her five hard spanks on her asscheek, then motioned to her. She rose, reversed her position, and lay across him again so he could more easily spank the other. When he was finished he just held up his hand. Susan, now with tears streaming down her cheeks — it wasn't a joke because Jeff was very strong — kissed his palm and said softly, "I'm sorry, darling master, that you hurt your hand on my hard ass." Then she quickly slipped her bikini on, sat across Jeff's lap, and burned him with the most loving and passionate kiss he could imagine. When they finally parted, Sue made sure he was holding her tightly and then said to Colette, "See? Did you see how much love our master just expressed for me? He really does love me!" She grinned and added, "Maybe they will let me back into the body slaves union when I show them my bruises. Do you think they will?" Colette just grinned and winked. The question of the jewels was easily resolved the way both Jeff and Susan had known it would be from the beginning: they kept both sets. When Colette protested, she was told that first, she had nothing to say about it, and second, it was in appreciation for all of the work she'd done since she'd been living with them. Cocktails were served with perfect canapés the two girls had prepared. When they sat down to dinner the table was as perfect in its appearance as either man could ever imagine. Rather than Susan facing Jeff from the other end of the table, they put Jim at the end and Susan on Jeff's right, leaving Colette on Jim's right hand. The table was a picture from the finest bridal books. When the fish course was served, it was presented with a magnificent grand cru Chablis. As they were about to eat, Jeff raised his glass and said, "I would like to offer a toast. To my beloved body slave, Susan Andrews, and her sister, our assistant slave, Colette Dupuis Andrews: Thank you from the bottom of my heart for the brightness, the joy ... the overwhelming love ... that you two have brought to my life. There are no words except for me to say I adore you both." The dinner was utterly magnificent. After dessert, coffee and cognac they adjourned to another room where the two couples talked and danced and just felt warm and wonderful. Finally it was time for bed and Colette accompanied Jim into her bedroom. After she carefully undressed him and they both washed up, they climbed into bed. In spite of having spent most of the day together naked, being naked together in the bathroom and then in the bedroom was different. After Jim got into bed and was holding the covers back for her, she stood erect and asked softly, "Does my temporary master approve of his body slave? Is there anything I can do to make myself more attractive to him?" Jim was so touched by her question, he couldn't even speak. After climbing into bed with Jim, Colette asked if she could please suck him off, but was told she could do it only if she allowed him to eat her cunt. When she protested, he merely raised an eyebrow and reminded her that she was to do anything he wished. And he wished to eat her cunt. As he expected, she was intensely passionate and her love juices just flowed continually, with a big rush occurring with each orgasm. Almost immediately after he spent in her mouth and she swallowed all of his luscious cum, he bit her clit causing her a massive orgasm that caused her to faint while still lying on top of him. When she recovered consciousness Colette found her head was on Jim's shoulder. Her hair was spread like a fan over it and his hand was cupping her right tit. Turning her head, she lifted it towards him. Seeing the longing in her eyes, Jim couldn't even tease her anymore. Instead he moved so his lips contacted hers. Their kiss was the most intense and remarkable either had ever experienced. Its power just continued to grow until it nearly caused them both to pass out. "I adore you, darling master," she whispered. Then she wriggled her body to mold it even tighter against his. With a soft sigh, she closed her eyes and was almost instantly asleep. ------- Chapter 9 On Saturday morning when Susan awakened, something was wrong. As she emerged from her sound sleep she realized what it was: Jeff was not beside her. Moreover, as she began to gather her wits about her, she realized that it was even more strange since today was Saturday. This was the day that always began with necking and petting followed by anything she could think of to try to get him to fuck her. Because she was never successful, all that happened was that Jeff would spend hours feasting on her delicious cunt while she repeatedly went down on his cock to try to drain his heavy balls. She was never successful in that either. Then Susan remembered something he had mentioned about playing golf with some guys so she relaxed. As she was about to doze off again she became aware of Colette kneeling beside the bed holding a cup of coffee out to her. But something looked out of place. Then Sue noticed that Colette was holding the saucer in both hands with her left hand strangely positioned in front of the dish. Susan saw it and gasped, "Oh, my darling! It's utterly gorgeous!" There on the third finger of her left hand was a diamond ring with a stone as perfect as Susan's and nearly as big. "What happened? When did it happen?" Sitting up in bed, she patted the bed and Colette jumped in beside her. "It was this morning. Our darling master has sold me to my new lord, Jim Fletcher, as his body slave! Oh, Sue, I can hardly wait. It's official — my new master gave me this ring as a sign — but it doesn't take effect for about a month. Darling Sue, it's just so neat!" "But Colette, how could Jeff sell you into slavery? You're free, my darling sister. What happened?" Susan protested. "I gave myself to him," Colette said softly. "I belong to Jeffrey Collins to do with as he will. Now he has answered my prayers by selling me to Dr. Fletcher." Looking at Susan she said, "I certainly hope he received a good price for me, too." By now both girls had had two cups of coffee each. Then checking a clock she said, "Now come on, sleepyhead. We're going to be late. I have strict instructions about you from your master, too." With that Colette dragged Susan out of bed and into the bathroom. Sharing a shower, Colette found she just loved to run her hands all over Sue's magnificent body. It never occurred to her that Susan loved to feel her feminine perfection as well. After the shower, Colette gave her sister a perfect massage using quantities of musk oil. Then sitting her in front of a mirror, she created the most incredible hairdo imaginable, even using strands of pearls that she twined into Susan's golden hair. Susan was utterly flabbergasted at what was happening. While this was going on, all she was wearing was a white lace bikini and white stockings held up with lovely blue garters set high on her perfect thighs. Standing her up, Colette slipped a white lace-trimmed dress over her head, then fastened a priceless triple strand of matched pearls. While Sue just stood there, Colette slipped on a beautiful pale green dress of her own, put on her emeralds, and then, taking her by the hand, hauled Susan out of the apartment and out to the elevator. Steve Sloan was waiting beside the opened door of the limousine. When Susan appeared he said, "Miss Andrews, it's an unbelievable pleasure for me to drive you like this. You're an angel!" "I'm a body slave, Steve," she replied softly. "I'm like a piece of dirt and we both know it." Then she took his chin in her hand and gently kissed him on the lips. The flow of the purest love almost caused him to fall on his face. While still dazed by the power of her kiss she said, "Thank you, Steven Sloan, for being such a good actor. Anyone seeing you with me would almost think I really was Mr. Collins' fiancée. I can't tell you how much I appreciate it." "And I can't tell you how much I love being able to drive a real angel around town," he responded. She just smiled warmly and got into the car followed by Colette. While they were driving, Colette engaged her in conversation about her upcoming slavery to Jim Fletcher. The situation was humorous in that each girl knew the truth about the other but not about herself. As a result, it was all Susan could do to keep a straight face while her sister was close to tears at the prospect of being sent away from Jim when he finally found the girl he wanted to marry. Just then the car pulled up at the side door of their church. Leading the way while holding Susan by the hand, Colette escorted her into the vestibule. There she carefully arranged a white bridal veil trimmed with pearls over her face, then gave Susan's hand to Jim Fletcher who was standing at her side. Susan was utterly stunned. She had no idea what was going on. Then she saw Caitlin Fitzpatrick standing in front of her. The little girl was holding the most magnificent bridal corsage Susan had ever seen. "Thank you so very much for allowing me to take part in your wedding, Miss Andrews," the little girl said. "This is the very biggest thrill of my whole life!" To her continued shock, the strains of The Wedding March rang out in the little chapel. Colette began to walk up the aisle. After an appropriate interval, Caitlin grinned the happiest grin Susan had ever seen and began to walk slowly, also. The little girl's pride and happiness were obvious even watching her from behind. Jim Fletcher then extended his arm and she started to walk beside him while still in a daze. Reaching the altar, Colette carefully lifted the veil off Susan's face. Turning, she saw Jeff standing so proudly beside her. They went through a full nuptial Mass, even though there were very few spectators. At the exchange of vows, Susan was so proud to say that she swore to "love, honor, and obey you, Jeffrey Collins, until death do us part!" The wedding ring Jeff slipped on her finger was a ring of perfect diamonds. To her astonishment, when the priest asked her for a ring to give to Jeff, she shook her head but Colette was standing there with a heavy plain gold band in her fingers. She slipped it on Jeff's finger and he kissed her. When he did, he whispered in her ear, "It's not exactly a ring through the nose, but it's close." She grinned and it broke the tension she was feeling. Finally the ceremony was over and there were the joyful sounds of "The Wedding March" from Lohengrin ringing through the chapel. Leaving the chapel, again Steve Sloan was standing holding the door of the limousine. As soon as they were seated, he ran around the car, jumped in his seat and they sped away. "What just happened, beloved master?" Susan asked quietly. "What did you do to me?" "What have you been pestering me about for months, my adorable slave? What?" "I want you to fuck me, Master. I want it so desperately!" "Well, that's the answer," Jeff said. "What's the problem." "But I don't understand," Susan said as she slowly shook her head. "And you still haven't told me what happened." "Susan Collins, I know damned well you're smarter than that. You know exactly what happened. You're now my wife. That means that I may now carry you to our marriage bed and take your virginity." Then Jeff appeared to be hurt and with his lower lip stuck out said petulantly, "And I only did it 'cause I thought you'd like it. Didn't you like my little surprise?" "Jeffrey Collins, are you trying to tell me that you've just made me ... your ... your wife!?" "If you're not, I'm going to want some money back from that priest. That's what he promised to do. And he promised to make it look real official, too, just like a real one!" He snapped his fingers and added, "And for that matter, the county clerk would have to give me my five bucks back, too. Boy! He'll really be sorry!" Then he took Susan into his arms and melted her with a kiss. "My darling," he said softly, "this is what we're going to be doing for the rest of our lives." Then he just held her tightly and said, "My darling bride, I apologize. You see, from the very first day, this is what I've been dreaming of doing." Then, in whispers, he told her of his dating experience and his vow to try to find a true virgin. When he was contacted by Simon Anthony who was desperate for money, he acted. "But, my darling wife, you've proven to be so far beyond my wildest dreams, I just didn't know what to do." Then he looked very solemn as he said, "By the way, do you remember when we went to the museum with that atrocious gay exhibit? I said you were signatory on my accounts. You were. And you still are. Only now, my darling, the accounts are yours, not mine. On Monday morning, first thing, my attorneys will file papers turning all of my assets over to you. Everything I now own will be yours. What this means is that you're free to throw me out in the street while keeping everything. It was the only thing I could think to do to try to make up for the slavery I inflicted on you. So now, my darling Susan, my fate is in your hands." "If that's so, my husband ... Oh, Jeff, that sounds so wonderful! My husband! Darling, I really can't believe it." But then with the loveliest smile he had ever seen she said, "But if you kiss me long enough and hard enough, I might start to believe it..." The two just continued to neck in the back seat while Steve continued to drive. He headed the car down a ramp into a subterranean garage and stopped at an unmarked door. There waiting for them was the most beautiful black woman Susan had ever seen. After Jeff helped her out, the woman extended her hand and said, "Good morning, Mrs. Collins." Then with the most beautiful smile Susan had ever seen she continued, "Our little angel, Caitlin, told me you're the most beautiful woman alive. Do you know what? I think she may be right! I'm Ellie Duncan, the Taylor's maid. Welcome." With that she pressed a hidden switch and elevator doors slid open. For Susan it was almost like being back in their own home. This elevator car was also magnificently paneled in cherry. After sensing it smoothly come to a stop, the doors opened, and Susan was immediately greeted by a woman who could only be Caitlin's mother. Except, thought Susan, she can't possibly be. She's no older than I am! The woman was five feet eight with a cap of wavy black hair in an incredibly cute gamine cut. Her blue eyes were incredible. They were so vivid and at the same time so utterly loving. The girl started to extend her hand but instead broke down in tears, hugged Susan tightly and whispered, "Welcome, Susan Collins! I'm Kelly Fitzpatrick, Caitlin's mother. I want to thank you for saving my little girl's life..." With that the beautiful woman just broke down completely and bawled in Susan's arms. Then with a great effort of will the woman regained control and eased away. "I'm terribly sorry for ruining your day like this," Kelly said. Then she swallowed hard and said, "But we all love her so!" She smiled and said, "There's someone else here I would like you to meet." Taking Susan by the hand she led her over to a woman who was down on her knees with her back to Susan while she was talking with Caitlin and admiring her dress. With her weight back on her heels and her back erect, the woman was roughly the same height as the little girl. Caitlin looked up, gave Susan a beatific smile, and said, "Grandmom, I would like you to meet my savior, Susan Collins. Isn't she beautiful?" When the woman rose gracefully and spun around, Susan almost fell on her face. The woman, also five feet eight, had blue eyes that were as vivid as her own, along with a curly cap of golden-blonde hair cut in a boy's style, very short on the sides and back. But at the same time, the woman just radiated femininity, love, grace, purity and great joy. Moreover, she looked to be no older than Kelly Fitzpatrick — her daughter! The woman made no pretense of shaking hands. Instead she just took Susan into her arms and proceeded to melt their lips together. While their lips were together, Susan felt the woman's tongue probe her mouth and meet her own. When their two tongues came in contact, both women felt an incredible jolt of electricity and a flow of the purest love. Rather than feeling lightheaded — her usual reaction to such a powerful kiss — this time Susan felt joyous. It seemed like the woman was just pouring joy into her body. When they finally eased apart, Sue looked into the woman's eyes and almost drowned in them. "Hello, Susan Collins," the woman said in the most wonderfully musical voice Sue had ever heard. "I'm Andy Taylor, and I love you very much. Thank you for saving the life of our adorable little imp." Caitlin had been watching the two embrace. Now with a marvelously happy smile, she spread the skirt of her dress wide. "Mrs. Collins, isn't this just the most gorgeous dress for a little girl you've ever seen?" It was pure white trimmed with seed pearls and lace. Although very simple in design it featured the little girl's incredible natural beauty. On top of her dark hair was a lovely circlet of fresh flowers. "My Aunt Nita got it for me." With her eyes wide with excitement and happiness the girl added, "She's the fashion director at Bergdorf Goodman. Don't you think she was very nice to me? She knew the reception was going to be here and knew how desperately I wanted to participate in some small way in your wedding, so this is what she did. Isn't she neat?" Only then did Susan find out that Andy and Kelly, learning of the wedding and knowing how much Jeff wanted the whole thing to be a surprise, offered to have the reception at their penthouse. The reception was utterly magnificent. Colette whispered to Sue that she'd wanted to help but had been forbidden to. All arrangements were made and all of the cooking was done by Andy and her daughters personally. As the afternoon passed, Susan slowly started to accept the fact that she was now actually married to Jeffrey Collins. "My lord and master," she asked, "now that I'm your wife do I need to ask permission to kiss you? Or to go down on you? Or to fuck myself on your glorious cock? Do I, sir?" For an answer, Jeff pulled her close, mashed her body to his and tried to crush her lips. Then he put one of his big hands on her bun, squeezed hard and lifted. "Argh!" she screamed and felt herself lifted up on tiptoes. Then she just wriggled her tits against his chest while trying to mash her cunt against his constrained cock. When everyone turned at the sound of her cry, she blandly announced, "That was just Jeff squeezing my ass. I hope no one minds." Then turning to Jeff she said, "But, my darling master, although you squeezed my ass and even made me wet my pants with my love juices, you never answered my questions. May I fuck myself?" "Of course, my darling," Jeff answered quietly. "You can fuck yourself anytime you want ... As long as you don't wake me up doing it, of course." "Oh, boy!" Sue exulted, "Jeff says I can fuck myself anytime I want to, now!" Just then she looked down and saw Caitlin looking up with her huge and gorgeous blue eyes. "Oops!" she exclaimed. "I'm so sorry, darling. You shouldn't have heard that." "Why not?" the little girl asked innocently. "Since you're now so beautifully married, Mr. Collins is certainly going to fuck you tonight, isn't he? Although I've never seen him, I'll bet he's got a huge cock and marvelous cum-filled balls, just like my dad." Looking very serious she continued, "You know, as often as I've seen it, I still don't know how Daddy does it. His cock is so big and so long while Mommy's cunt is still so small and so tight. And that's after three children, too. I guess it's because she's always so wet. All she has to do is glance at Daddy and her cunt is running rivers." With a priceless little grin she continued, "You know, it's really funny sometimes. I can't count the number of times we'll go to a movie and when we leave the theater, the crotch of Mommy's Levi's is soaking wet. She blames it on Daddy, but he claims it's because Andy didn't do a very good job with her toilet training." "Have you ever seen your mother and father making love?" Susan asked fearfully. She didn't know what Caitie would answer, and she wasn't sure she wanted to know, either. With the most beautiful smile Susan had ever seen the little girl replied, "Oh, yes, Mrs. Collins! In fact, since I came home from the hospital, I guess I've been taking advantage of the situation shamefully. Mom and Dad are so happy that I'm back home with them now..." Just then Kelly Fitzpatrick came over with a very tall, very big blue-eyed man with dark hair and introduced him as her husband, Kevin. Seeing her mother and father, Caitlin just held up her arms and her father scooped her up. When she was at his level, she wrapped her arms around his neck and melted her lips against his. "Daddy, I can't tell you how wonderful it is to be home again." Looking at Susan she said, "This is the very best." Tears of joy started to stream down her face but she tried to smile as she said, "Daddy is so strong he can bend a steel beam with his bare hands, but he's so tender and warm and loving ... Daddy was the very worst when he knew I was dying," she said. "Mommy could cry and let her sorrow out, but Daddy didn't. I'm not sure he even can. He just kept it inside, and I could feel it eating him up. He would have cheerfully given his life for mine." Turning to him, she buried her face in his neck and said, "You're the very best daddy in the whole world!" While his daughter burrowed in his neck, Kevin shook hands with Jeff and then kissed Susan. "Isn't there some line about 'out of the mouths of babes?'" he asked with a small grin. "In this instance, I guess it's true. There are no words for Kelly and me to use to tell you what you did for us." Then he smiled warmly and said, "I understand you saw one of Caitlin's little talks with God. What did you think, Mrs. Collins?" "It's Susan," she said with a smile, "Unless you prefer Slave, or Hot Cunt, or ... But you get the idea. Maybe just Sue? But in answer to your question, I certainly did. Moreover, I think it's fair to say that I saw God directly and immediately answer those prayers. But why do you ask, Mr. Fitzpatrick?" "Kevin, or Kev, or you dumb Mick, or ... Would you care to try again?" Sue grinned and repeated, "But why do you ask, Kev?" He winked and continued, "You see, Sue, Kelly and I have our finest lovemaking when Caitie is in bed with us. Now she even helps." Gently lifting the little girl's head from where it was still burrowed in his neck, he asked softly, "Do you want to tell your savior about it?" The little girl lifted her head, but before doing anything else she melted her father with a kiss on his lips. Then she snuggled in his arms and said, "Since I've been back from the hospital it's been the very best. The last time was outstanding! First, I got to lubricate Daddy's cock with love juices I took from Mommy's cunt and used to wipe all over his huge weapon. Then, with Mommy on her knees — that gives the deepest possible penetration — I guided his huge weapon into her sheath. You should have heard her as she wriggled her ass while he moved his cock! Daddy puts Mommy on his cock the way a fisherman would hook a worm." When she said it, Kelly just crossed her eyes, but then rapidly nodded her head. "She just screams as he penetrates just as far as he can go. Actually, Mrs. Collins, Daddy is so huge the last time I went to the other end of the bed and just watched carefully. You see, Mommy screams so much her mouth is open a lot and I wanted to see if I could see Daddy's cock coming out her other end." With the broadest grin the Collins had ever seen the girl said, "I couldn't see it, but I don't think it missed by very much." This time Kelly stuck her tongue out but again nodded vigorously. "But the very best was right after," Caitlin continued. "Daddy no sooner finished pumping his cum into Mommy's cunt when he put his cock, still all wet and slippery, but still as stiff and strong as a piece of steel pipe, up her ass. All she had to do was to relax her anal ring for a second and then, with the neatest little popping sound, his cock was right in. This was my chance. I slid under Mommy's body, positioned my mouth at her cunt and got to slurp up all of the glorious juices flooding it and dripping out of it. It was a perfect mixture of her love syrup and Daddy's luscious cum." The girl licked her lips and said, "Utterly delicious! But when Daddy started to cum in Mommy's ass, it triggered another massive orgasm in her that resulted in me getting to drink her syrup pure. They're so warm and sweet and luscious!" Then she grinned and added, "It wasn't all play, though. This time Mommy passed out and almost crushed me to death under her body—" "No chance, Imp," Kelly interrupted. "Only the good die young, not impudent imps, not even ten years old, who lick up sexual juices right out of their mothers' cunts!" "But, Mother!" the girl exclaimed. "You know very well that we're advanced for our ages intellectually. What's wrong with me extending it sexually, too? Besides," Caitlin sniffed with her nose in the air, "I'm just being environmentally aware. I'm recycling Daddy's glorious cum and getting a lot of rich protein to grow on. Isn't that neat?" Kelly just shook her head and said, "I think that's about enough, don't you, pumpkin?" The little girl just grinned and walked away. Turning to Susan, Kelly said, "I guess that was a very long way around to say that the thought of you being fucked tonight not only doesn't bother my eldest child, I'm sure she would love to be there to help." At that moment Caitlin returned hand in hand with a boy. He was the most handsome young man Susan had ever seen with golden blonde hair and brilliant blue eyes who appeared to be a bit older than Caitie. Looking up she said, "Mrs. Collins..." "Caitie, could we make a change right now?" Susan interrupted. "The little girl who begged Almighty God to take her life in place of mine can damn well call me Susan, or Sue, or ... or any name she would care to assign. Please?" Caitlin looked up at her mother and when Kelly Fitzpatrick smiled, the little girl just grinned and said, "Sue, may I present my uncle, John Fletcher Taylor, IV? Isn't my Uncle John cute? We're going to be married within the next eight years — and as soon as possible if I can do anything about it." Turning to the boy she said, "Uncle John, this is Mr. and Mrs. Collins. Isn't she just the most beautiful bride you've ever seen?" The little boy reached out his hand to Susan and said, "How do you do, Mrs. Collins. This is truly a great pleasure. Please accept my best wishes for a long and happy life together with Mr. Collins." Turning to Jeff, he took his hand in a firm grip and said, "Congratulations, Mr. Collins. You're one of the luckiest men in the world to have the love of a woman as fine and as good as Mrs. Collins. She is one of the finest..." Suddenly the boy totally lost control and began to bawl. Dropping to her knees Susan took him into her arms and just held him close while he cried his eyes out. Finally he regained control and was embarrassed to find himself in Sue's arms. "What's wrong, John Taylor?" Susan asked softly. "Did I do anything to hurt you?" "Oh, no, ma'am," the little boy stammered. "Far from it! You saved the life of the girl I adore." He backed away a bit and said, "You see, Caitie's right. We're going to be married. I've been madly in love with her for as long as I can remember. Then she got sick. In the last days when she was in the hospital, every time I would visit, she was always as bright and cheerful as ever. Except looking into her eyes there was a steady flame of pain that just kept getting brighter and brighter." Clearly, the boy was finding it very difficult to speak, but he forced himself to go on. "Caitie was different from the other dying children, though. All day long, except for the flame in her eyes, she was so happy! She just tried to cheer up the others. They were often screaming and crying. Caitie?" He just shook his head. "At night it was different. With the other kids, the cries and the tears would stop when they went to sleep. With Caitlin, that was when she began to cry and her tears would stream out from under her closed eyelids and she would scream loud enough to wake the dead — in her sleep!" The boy pulled himself up straight and said, "I prayed to God to take me in her place, but he wouldn't. Then I asked him to spare her life. She's so wonderful, I know He wants her beside Him in Heaven, but eternity is so long and our time on earth is so short, I thought He could wait a few years. But I guess God loves her very much, too, and wanted her with Him. Then I prayed and prayed that He would take her painlessly, but, for some reason, I guess He wanted to test her. To do it He just kept adding to the level of her pain. He wasn't going to allow her just to die peacefully. The pain she was suffering was utterly awful, Mrs. Collins." Then he began to cry again, but didn't drop his head. "Do you know how bad it was? There's a machine some hospitals have called a dolorometer. It's used to measure pain. They hook it up to a patient and create pain at a measured level. When the patient can feel the machine-induced pain — when its pain becomes stronger than the natural pain — they read a number off the dial." Pulling himself up as straight as he could he continued, "They couldn't do it with Caitlin, though. Do you know why? Because the doctor figured they could have cut off one of her fingers and she wouldn't have felt it. In other words, there was no way to create a controlled pain source without maiming her. And even then she might not have felt it." Tears continued to stream from his eyes as he continued, "But you know that, because you took it all away from Caitie into your own body, didn't you? You saved her life." After shaking his head he continued, "The only way anyone would ever know she was in pain was the flame in her eyes and ... and..." His voice was breaking but he continued, "Every day she and her mother, Kelly, would talk about her pain in terms of for whom she should offer it. Usually it was for the poor souls in Purgatory with no one to pray for them." It was harder, but still the boy forced himself to go on. "Do you know what she did? Every day she prayed to God, thanking him for her terrible pain — she called it 'my wonderful pain.' Why? Because it might help save some souls. And because it showed that He thought she was strong. All Caitie ever did was to cheer up the other children and try to comfort them. She cared nothing for herself." Now scarcely able to speak he said, "This is the girl whose life you saved, Mrs. Collins! Thank you..." With that he hurled himself into her arms and melted his lips on hers. Wrapping his arms tightly around her neck he proceeded to work his lips on Susan's and then probe her mouth with his small tongue. When the two tongues came in contact, Susan was almost overcome by the purity and power of the boy's love. In addition, there was a level of joy that reminded Sue of his mother, Andy Taylor. Slowly they eased apart but still held each other. Then, looking into his eyes, she said, "Thank you, John Taylor. That was one of the finest kisses I've ever had." The look in the boy's eyes was the most loving she'd ever seen. "You know, Mrs. Collins, when Caitlin asked God to take her in your place, she was just copying her mother. My sister, Kelly, sold herself into slavery to free my mother, you see. At the time Mom was held as a slave. Kelly, just eighteen at the time, was going to prostitute her pure and luscious body and allow her virginity to be sold to the highest bidder to free Mom. In addition, of course, her highest ambition is to donate her beating heart to save my mother's life. That's Caitlin's mother. With a mother like that, she couldn't be any different than she is." At that point Caitlin went to him, tipped his face with her hands and then melted her lips to his. John put his arms around his love and hugged her tightly to his body. Sue and Jeff watched wide-eyed as the girl tried to crush her body against the boy's. In spite of their youth, though, there was nothing at all juvenile about their kiss. "Darling," Susan whispered to Jeff, "have you ever seen anything like this? They're so madly, passionately in love with each other." Finally the two separated but each still had an arm around the other's waist. Both seemed to like it that way. John looked up at Susan and said, "Mrs. Collins, you're still an intact virgin, aren't you?" Susan was stunned by the question but just stood even more erect and said softly, "Yes, John, I am. But why do you ask?" "Because your mother is no longer living, is she?" Susan just shook her head sadly. "You see, Mom supervised the defloration of my two sisters. She was in bed with them and coached them." Looking up at Kelly he said, "Look at my sister, Kelly. She didn't do too badly. And she produced Caitlin, too." He grinned, winked at his sister and said, "And just remember, Caitie was only the first — sort of a prototype." "Look, little brother," Kelly said acidly, "Let me remind you that you're the first fruit of Mom's luscious loins, too." Then she looked at Susan and said, "I can remember that night vividly when we found out that Mom was expecting a baby. It was at a big party to celebrate the engagements of Kevin to me, my sister, Nita, to Bill Johnson, and my sister, Sally, to Dave Wilson. Anyway, Mom had us all join hands around the table. She asked God to please bless all of our marriages — and He sure did, by the way. Then, at the end of her prayer, in the quietest possible voice, she asked God to bless the tiny infant growing in her womb. As usual, she said she wasn't much, but the baby was pure, so please help him or her." Kelly's head was high but tears were streaming down her cheeks as she continued, "That's so typical of my mother. She never, ever, asks for anything for herself. In fact, it was Sally Wilson who finally told Mom that she was being very selfish because she wouldn't allow any of us to ever do anything for her. There was never any way for us to show her how much we love her or how important to us and to our lives she and Dad really are." Then with a little grin she added, "However, my brother's right about one thing: Having Mom sharing the bed when Kevin opened me up for the first time and eased his monstrous cock into my vagina was one of the most thrilling things that has ever happened to me. And I know that she has arrangements all made, but she would be the last person ever to bring it up. If you'll permit it, I know she would be thrilled. Would you, Susan? Please?" Although Susan really didn't know why she did, she eagerly nodded her head. Susan and Jeff continued to have an utterly marvelous time. There was wonderful food and dancing on the pool terrace. They decided that the magnificent party was a perfect beginning to their marriage. It was while they were dancing that Jeff told her that it was Jack Taylor who had given him the idea of a place in the North Country. The Taylor family had a huge spread near Stowe and they were invited to come up to visit. At one point they looked around and could find neither Caitlin nor Colette. When they reappeared they were hand in hand and Caitie was looking ecstatic. "Susan," the little girl exclaimed, "Colette is so perfect now! She came to my room and stripped so I could see her body. It's now utterly gorgeous!" And then with a wink at Susan using the eye Colette couldn't see, she continued, "And she's so happy about her upcoming slavery to Dr. Fletcher. Don't you think she'll be an utterly perfect body slave? The doctor is going to be so happy!" At that point Kelly Fitzpatrick came over and told her daughter it was time for bed. The little girl headed off after kissing each of the guests. After she kissed Jeff, he was rocking. "Sue, that little girl is almost as good and as pure as you are!" "My darling," Sue replied with a very warm smile, "that girl is the personification of grace and purity. Looking into those incredible blue eyes, all you do is drown in the purest love and Divine grace. That little girl is utterly incredible!" After Caitlin disappeared, Kelly came over and said, "Would you like to see something interesting? Darling Susan, since you saved Caitlin's life, I think you might be particularly intrigued." Leading the way, she brought them into a library where there was an enormous state-of-the-art television set. Before turning it on, though, Kelly flipped a small switch hidden deep behind it. "The children don't know this little switch is here — we don't think!" she concluded with a grin. "For security reasons, this whole place is really wired for sound. Please just watch." Almost instantly the set came to life. The clarity of its full-color image was truly remarkable. Sue and Jeff found themselves looking into Caitlin's room. The little girl was now naked revealing the perfection of her youthful body and was on her knees beside her bed. "Hi, God! It's me again ... Caitlin. I just wanted to tell you about today. God, this was one of the very best days of my whole life. Guess what? I was the flower girl at a wedding. It was just so neat!" The little girl was obviously bubbling over with excitement. "But, God, that wasn't the best part. The best part was the people whose wedding I was in. I know you know Susan Andrews. She's the woman who saved my life by drawing all of my wonderful pain into her own body — actually, since she's only eighteen, I guess she's really still a girl. Well, she's Susan Collins now, and she's so incredibly, exquisitely happy! Please, God, watch over them, keep them, and protect them. Give them the happiness in each other's arms that they long for so deeply and so truly deserve." She thought for a few moments and then continued, "God, thank you for giving me more time here on earth with Johnny. You know how desperately I love him. Tonight I'll go to sleep thinking about him plugging my cunt with his giant cock the same way Daddy so beautifully fucks Mommy. But do you think I should start stretching my cunt?" The girl looked thoughtful and said, "I guess you're probably right. Guys sort of like to do that with their cocks, don't they? I'm sorry, God. I guess I forgot." Then, looking up, she grinned broadly and said, "Thank you, God. I guess that's what's really so neat about these talks. You help me so often." Then with the cutest grin they had ever seen she added, "And you know what? You sure know how much I adore my Mommy. And you sure know how she's still sort of eighteen. Mostly I can talk to her about anything. But God, I can ask you things I don't even want to talk to her about. You're really neat!" Then she stood up and said, "Well, I'm ready for bed now. Good night." With that Caitlin got into bed, pulled up the covers, and turned out the light. Instantly the camera lost color and shifted to an infrared black-and-white low-light format. As it did, Kelly whispered, "Now watch very carefully!" To the utter astonishment of the Collins, they could see the covers straightened out and tucked under Caitlin's chin. Then her head was gently lifted from the pillow, the pillow was beautifully plumped up, and her head was gently rested back on it after her wavy hair was gently tousled. There was a small blur and a small stuffed teddy bear was cradled against her right shoulder. Then there was a compression of her lips followed by the little girl murmuring lovingly, "Good night, God. I love you very much, too." Kelly switched off the set and just looked at them. "What did you think?" "My darling," Sue said softly to Jeff, "that's the little girl whose life I saved. What do you think?" "I think that my wife has already made an incalculable contribution to the world, is what I think." Turning to Kelly he asked, "That teddy bear ... Is that what I think it is?" "A gift directly from God?" The girl nodded and said, "Yes, it is. Every night Caitie gets another stuffed animal. He seems partial to teddy bears, by the way. Then every couple of weeks she collects them, takes them to Children's Hospital and gives them to the sickest of the children. The stuffed animal seems to help the child's recovery." Jeff just shook his head after receiving confirmation of what he had seen. Turning to Susan he said softly, "After seeing an utterly perfect child, I'm wondering if my child bride — my luscious teenybopper — would ever care to give birth to children of mine ... of ours. Would she?" "Your grown-up bride shivers with chills running up and down her spine thinking about the prospect." Looking at Kelly she continued, "You see, Kelly, I remember telling the kids in the hospital that I could never have any children. The reason was, of course, that I was a slave, and Jeff wasn't too interested in making me into a concubine. That's one of the reasons I tried to help the kids. I was certain I could never have any of my own." Slowly she shook her head, but then suddenly she punched Jeff hard in the arm. "Damn you, Jeffrey Collins, I hate you!" she exclaimed. "You didn't even give me a chance to spend countless nights dreaming about marrying you. I didn't have a chance even to come up with names for our first three boys and three girls. Collins, don't you know anything that's important to a girl? Anything at all?" "I guess not," Jeff admitted, "but I know I love you more than life itself, my darling. Now, I think you were saying something about your virginity?" Turning to Kelly he said, "Can you believe it? She's not even nineteen and already she's tired of being a virgin." "I wasn't nineteen, either, when Kevin spilled my blood all over the bed." She smiled and then said, "Of course, my ass was high in the air while my lips were working on Mom's. She was beneath me and gently stroking my body and my tits. She was so utterly neat." Then with a grin she added, "I really think you'll like it. Although she's my mother, I'm sure you gathered by now that I'm adopted. Of course it would be impossible for me to love her more if she'd nurtured me in her womb and nursed me at her tit. All I will say is that Andy Taylor's children are the best-loved, best-fed children in the whole world!" There was the cutting of the cake and a toast to the bride and groom. Susan was delighted to see Steve Sloan standing in the corner with an enormous black man and raising a champagne glass for the toast. The wedding cake was a thing of beauty and utterly delicious. There was even the throwing of the bridal bouquet and the garter. Finally, accompanied by Andy Taylor, they were off. The one oddity Susan noticed was that, while everyone else was drinking champagne, Andy was drinking an amber liquid. Not being close to her, Susan had no idea of what it might be. As they drove towards their own apartment, Steve's voice came over the intercom. "Mr. Collins, I apologize. I didn't stay with the car the way I should have. I know Mrs. Collins saw me at the Taylor's with a champagne glass in my hand. I'm fine for driving though, sir and ma'am, because I only had a couple of sips. But I just had to drink your wedding toast." He was silent for a few moments and then continued, "You see, sir, I ran into Sam Duncan. The Sarge was the regimental top sergeant when I served. He had more decorations for valor than anyone could count. To say you served in the same outfit with Sam Duncan was a real badge of honor. And for Sarge to say you were a credit to the Rangers was as high a compliment as a guy could ever get." He paused for a moment and said, "He said it to me once. It was the high point of my military career. Anyway, I learned that Mrs. Taylor, sitting beside you, is the sister of Kathy Carlson and the sister-in-law of Ken Carlson! Sir and ma'am, Ken and Kathy Carlson are only spoken of in hushed and reverent tones. Ken Carlson is the most decorated military man in the entire history of the United States of America! He has two Medals of Honor and eight awards of the next two medals for bravery and valor. And you see, Sam knows! He was the top sergeant in Carlson's Rangers and even saved Ken Carlson's life. He says that Mrs. Taylor is one of the finest people on the face of this earth. Well, if Sam Duncan says it, it must be true. I guess you're very fortunate to have her with you tonight. But what, exactly, is she here for?" Andy just chuckled and said, "I'm here to help your mistress shed her virginity. Now isn't that a valuable thing for me to be doing?" ------- Chapter 10 Arriving back at the apartment, Susan, Jeff and Andy Taylor were greeted by Colette. Jim Fletcher had just dropped her off. Although they had been introduced at the Taylors, she and Andy hadn't had a chance to talk. Holding Colette's hands in both of hers, Andy just looked deeply into her emerald-green eyes. Very softly she said, "You're another one, aren't you?" "Another one what?" Colette asked, truly puzzled. "Another perfect young woman," Andy replied simply. "I guess it's only appropriate for you and Sue to think of each other as sisters." Then she continued, "And I'm so happy that your scars have been erased. Mine just disappeared, but on the other hand I only received about one hundred or so. Caitie tells me you were given nearly five hundred. How did you survive?" "I don't understand, Mrs. Taylor," Colette protested. "You received one hundred what? You're one of the most beautiful, and certainly one of the richest women in the world." "One hundred lashes with a whip," she replied casually. "Although there were a few differences, I guess. In the first place, I ordered them for myself. You certainly didn't. But on the other hand, mine were laid on by my husband, Jack, who's really very strong ... probably significantly stronger than your schoolmates." Slowly she shook her head and said softly, "It damned near killed the poor guy to do it, too. After every stroke I said, 'Thank you, my darling.' Honestly I don't know how he managed. He was crying so hard he couldn't even see." After shaking her head to break out of her reverie, she continued, "But you still got five times as many. Caitie tells me that there were places on your body — primarily on your back, I guess — where your flesh was stripped off completely, right down to the bone. It was, wasn't it?" Colette just nodded. "How did you ever survive?" "It was Susan, Mrs. Taylor. She arranged to receive twenty lashes herself just so she could come to the infirmary and take care of me." Colette shook her head and continued, "You know what? It was only this instant that I realized what Sue really did. I'll bet you weren't in great shape after one hundred lashes, were you?" "I couldn't get out of bed for three days," Andy said softly. "But she took twenty lashes ... and ignored them. All she did was try to stop the flow of my blood and to repair the worst of the damage. Can you believe it?" "Yes I can, Colette. And, young lady, unless you're bound and determined to have me score your back again — I learned that you have a beautiful whipping post here that's hardly ever been used — just continue to call me Mrs. Taylor. The name is Andy! It's short, and it's easy to pronounce — even for a foreigner — so do it. Now try. I'll bet it'll hardly hurt at all." Pretending to glare at Colette she added, "It's true with my sisters, too. We're pretty easygoing about most things, but not about our names. If you really want that gorgeous unmarked back striped again, just call me 'Mrs. Taylor' one more time. I dare you!" "I love you, Andy Taylor," Colette said softly. Then she took the woman into her arms and melted her lips to hers. The flow of the purest love and joy almost knocked her over. "What's the trouble? Are you a slow learner or something? It's Andy. Just plain Andy!" "I adore you, Andy!" Colette exclaimed. Then she added, "You're really the one, aren't you? You talk about good people, Andy Taylor, but you're possibly God's supreme human accomplishment. You're so good and so pure..." Then she shook her head and continued, "Sue is a wonder, but not even she is capable of creating pure joy and pouring it into another person the way you can." With the warmest, most loving smile Andy had ever seen the girl repeated, "I adore you, Andy." "That's as it may be, but we have a lot of work to do and it's getting late. Colette, take your master to your bathroom or somewhere. I'll be using the master bath with Sue and will join you in a bit. Okay?" "But ... but what do I do with my master?" Colette asked, genuinely confused. "I thought you were a body slave!" Andy said pretending to be surprised. "Take care of his body." Then she grinned and said, "Take him into the shower, then into the bathtub." With a very warm smile she concluded, "The object is to get his cock in shape to take your sister's virginity, so I want you to be sure that he's enticed. Okay? You're a French girl. It's supposed to come naturally to you. Does it?" "Mais oui, madame," Colette replied with a grin. "J' essayerai." With that she took off all of her clothes, stretched to show off the beauty of her body, and then hauled Jeff off by the hand. Now alone with Susan, Andy carefully undressed her and put away her gown and veil. Then she slipped out of her own clothes and started to lead Susan into the master bath. Although she took Susan's hand, the girl just stood still, refusing to move. "My God!" she exclaimed. "Woman, you're utterly incredible! And you're a grandmother! I can't believe it." Andy Taylor was standing erect and was the picture of an utterly perfect female. Moving almost as if she were in a trance, Susan went into her arms and kissed her. As the two women's lips melted together all Sue felt was an overwhelming flow of the purest love and great joy. Meanwhile she had her arms around Andy tightly and was slowly moving her pelvis against hers. Rolling her hips backward she caused her pelvis to protrude. When she did it, Andy responded the same way. Now when they again moved together each found that her fully engorged clitoris was protruding from between her lips and then the two love buttons came into direct contact. The incredible sensation almost caused both women to lose consciousness. Pulling her close, the two women's breasts also came into contact. Although Susan was two inches taller than Andy it didn't make much difference. She did notice, though, that Andy carefully positioned her tits between her own. Although Sue noticed something different about Andy's tits, she couldn't quite figure out what it was. But then it didn't matter very much, either. She just grinned and led the way into the shower. What followed proved to be as much fun for Andy as for Susan. Andy found she utterly adored working on Susan's gorgeous body. It was, in fact, more fun than she'd had since Kelly's debutante ball. Acting on her instinct, although water was streaming down onto both women from the array of shower heads on three walls of the enclosure, Andy took Susan into her arms, kissed her again, and announced, "Susan Andrews Collins, you're about to become Susan Andrews Taylor Collins. I'm adopting you as my daughter." "You're what!?" Susan exclaimed. "What, on earth, for?" "You're utterly perfect," Andy said calmly. "And I don't mean just your body, either." With a grin she continued, "Your age is perfect! At eighteen you represent the bridge between Kelly who is thirty-two already and Johnny who is twelve. It's not so bad if there's a kid in the middle. This way people will just think that Jack and I slowed down for a bit before getting our second wind." By this time Andy had finished in the shower. Leading Susan by the hand, she put her into a very hot bathtub into which she'd poured a great deal of musk oil. Responding to her instructions, Susan just lay back in the huge tub and relaxed. Before closing her eyes, though, she looked at Andy and said, "Second wind? How many children of your own do you have? Incidentally, Johnny is the most delightful young man I've ever seen. And he's so desperately in love with Caitlin, too." Susan's eyes widened as she suddenly realized the relationships. She grinned and continued, "Of course! Andy Taylor, I'll bet you planned it! It would be just like you, too. Imagine! Your son marrying your granddaughter." Andy's head just nodded rapidly up and down. Then with an impish grin that would have looked perfect on Caitlin she added, "Isn't it neat?" "It sure is, but how many children are there? How many counting Johnny?" Andy grinned, held up four fingers, stuck out her tongue and left Susan soaking while she went off to work on Jeff. Going into Colette's bathroom, Andy found her still in the shower with him. Opening the stall door, she joined them. Although it was smaller than the unit in the master bath, it was still so large that even with three of them it wasn't crowded. She found Colette on her knees tenderly caressing Jeff's cock and balls while occasionally using the tip of her tongue to lick off a drop of pre-cum from its tip. "Having fun?" Andy asked acidly. With her eyes as wide as saucers Colette just looked up at Andy and said, "Pardonez-moi, madame, maìs je ne parle pas l'Anglais. Parlez-vous Français, peut-être?" Then she just ignored Andy's presence and went back to caressing Jeff's sex. Andy just laughed, but left the shower. After running the water into the tub, she poured in a quantity of musk oil and told Colette what she wanted her to do. With that Andy returned to where she'd left Susan. Opening the door again, it was clear that Susan was now almost asleep. "Come on, sleepyhead," she whispered. "Or do you want to sleep right through your defloration? Of course, these days when most girls lose their virginity before their age reaches double digits, I guess it's really no big deal, is it?" Susan opened her eyes, looked up, and almost drowned in the incredible love she could see shining in Andy's. Moving almost in a trance, she just stood up in the tub. When Andy wrapped a huge bath towel around her she daintily stepped out. As soon as she was on the bathmat, Andy wrapped the towel tightly around Susan pinning her arms tightly to her sides. Moving very gently, she placed her lips on Susan's and just began to kiss her. The girl's tongue probed her mouth and instantly there was an incredible flood of the purest love flowing back and forth between the two. Andy moved back slightly while still keeping Susan enfolded in her arms. As soon as Susan could focus her eyes on Andy's she whispered, "Mommy, I can't tell you how wonderful it is to have you with me tonight." Tears began to flow from the corners of her eyes and Andy could tell they were real. "I'm so scared, Mommy! What if I do something wrong? What if Jeff doesn't like my cunt? Mommy, I don't know anything!" she wailed. "Oh, my darling daughter," Andy whispered, "of course you're scared. You're about to become a woman. But honey, you're so perfectly equipped, you'll make Jeff the happiest man in the world. Do you want to bet? Ten dollars?" "Oh, Mommy, I so hope I lose this bet!" But then she daintily stuck out the tip of her tongue and asked, "But how can I shake on the bet if you keep me wrapped up like a mummy?" Andy just grinned. Then she lay Susan on a massage table and carefully worked on her body with pure musk oil. The massage was so soothing Susan was soon sound asleep. Leaving her covered with a light blanket, Andy returned to Jeff. Helping Colette, the two women positioned Jeff on a massage table and Andy instructed her to work exclusively on his cock. By the time she brought him into the bedroom, Andy said she wanted his cock as big and as rigid as it could ever be, with a drop of his pre-cum dripping from it. It was imperative, though, that it be thoroughly oiled. Colette understood her instructions and went to work. Returning to Susan, Andy had the girl kneel on the table with her knees up under her body to raise her bottom high. Using the musk oil pure, Andy spread Susan's tight asscheeks as far apart as she could and then began to work to stretch her tiny asshole, first with one slickened finger, then a second, and finally a third. As gently as she could she stretched the anal ring and oiled deep inside her anus. As her fingers moved inside her, Susan began to moan with the combination of pain and the thrilling sensation created by Andy's slender fingers. "Mommy," she whispered, "thank you for opening my asshole like this. Your slender fingers are so much easier on me than Jeff's huge cock will be." At that Andy kissed Susan on each of her nether cheeks. "But Mommy, what did you do that for?" Susan protested. "Haven't you ever heard of an ass-kisser?" Andy asked with a straight face. "I just wanted to see what it was like. And if everyone had an ass as gorgeous as yours, it would be a far more popular activity than it is." Rolling Susan on her back again, Andy began to work on her slit with the oil. This time she applied the oil as high up into the girl's vagina as she could reach without rupturing her hymen. Then she oiled behind the lips of the labia and all around the clitoris, massaging it as she did. Susan's hair had already been redone. Now it was loose, just held in place with a white ribbon. Lying on her back the way she was, it spread beneath her like a golden fan. Then her new mother carefully placed a white carnation behind her ear and helped her over to the bed. With Susan now on her back with her legs spread to expose her virginal cunt, Andy wove the stem of a tiny carnation into Susan's golden pubic patch. "My darling daughter, you're now fully prepared," Andy said softly. "How do you feel?" "Still scared, Mommy," the girl replied. "Will you ... would you ... kiss me? Please?" Andy lay on the bed with her body supported by her elbows. Very slowly she lowered her head until her lips just made contact with Susan's. Holding that position, she could feel the flow of the purest love and divine grace between them. At that instant Andy realized that Susan Collins was as holy and pure as Caitlin Fitzpatrick. ------- Chapter 11 As Andy raised her head, Colette was leading Jeff into the bedroom. She'd done her job well. His cock was throbbing with the biggest erection of his life and pre-cum was dripping from its tip. The bed was pure white and everything on it was brand new. Getting in on the other side, Jeff lowered his head and began to kiss Susan. While the kisses she'd exchanged with Andy Taylor were loving, her first kiss in bed with her new husband was in a class by itself. It began with the purest love, but then was flooded with an incredible level of passion. Looking down Jeff could see that her love juices were leaking from her cunt. It was apparent to Andy that Jeff really didn't know what to do next. Sliding up to the top of the bed, she used the headboard for a back support and said softly, "My darling daughter, get up on your hands and knees and then spread your knees wide. While Jeff begins to plow your insides, daughter, you may suck my tit. I think you might even like it." Then she told Jeff to kneel behind Susan, pointing out that rear entry provided the opportunity to move the hymen back rather than ripping it, but at the same time permitted the deepest possible penetration into Sue's body. Colette knelt on the opposite side of the bed, and just before he was about to insert his cock, she put even more musk oil on it. Then she carefully positioned his cock at the mouth of her sister's cunt. On her hands and knees Susan felt Jeff's huge oil-slickened cock ease into her oiled vagina. At the same time she could feel her cunt flowing with her fluids. Lifting her head she found her mouth against Andy's right nipple. Taking it in she kissed it and then sucked it. Just as she felt Jeff's huge cock contact her hymen, she tasted something strange. Looking up she was amazed to see Andy grinning at her. Before she could say a word, Andy took her face between her hands and whispered, "Let's take care of the business at hand first. Darling, relax your muscles as much as you can and then, when you feel that Jeff is about to thrust forward, you thrust back. Then let's see what happens." Sue felt him moving and did what Andy had told her just as Andy locked her lips on hers. There was a flood of joy and then a sudden ripping sensation in her cunt. Suddenly she could feel Jeff's huge cock much deeper inside her. "Oh, my darling daughter, the worst is over," Andy murmured. "Now enjoy the feeling. Just move your pelvis like a stripper. Let's see you bump and grind those hips!" "Mother!" Susan protested. "That would make it look like I was being fucked or something. It would be obscene!" "Sure will, won't it?" Andy remarked. "Your sisters always claim that I look obscene when your father is fucking me, too." Then in a peremptory tone she whispered, "Now move that trim little ass!" Susan began to move her pelvis. In just a few short strokes she could feel Jeff's huge balls swinging forward and hitting her belly. She'd taken him in to his full length. Lifting her head she again found her face close to Andy's tit. Taking her nipple in her mouth, Susan began to suck. While she savored the delicious sensations Jeff was creating in her cunt she realized that she was taking in a liquid from Andy's gorgeous tit. Looking up again, she licked her lips and realized it was the most luscious warm breast milk, but more than that, there was the taste of fine cognac. Then she realized that Andy was grinning at her. "Do you like it, my darling daughter?" she asked softly. "Does it taste good? This is truly a first." Before Susan could respond she screamed as she reached the first orgasm in intercourse of her life. Then while she continued to move her pelvis with abandon she said softly, "What is it, Mommy? It ... It ... It's like a Brandy Alexander!" "Sue, it's my breast milk, liberally laced with Rémy Martin's Louis XIII cognac. I so hope you like it. Do you?" "Mom, could you ... Would you ... lie down across the bed? Please?" Andy knew what Susan wanted so she slid down until her lips were right below Susan's. As she'd guessed, Sue just dropped her head and began to kiss her new mother while Jeff continued to plow her cunt. Whenever she could, Susan dropped her mouth and kissed Andy feeling a flood of joy and love whenever she did. Between times she screamed in ecstasy as her orgasms became increasingly frequent. Finally, she reached the point that was so common among the Taylor women but so rare with everyone else: She was in continuous orgasm. In her present orgasmic condition, Susan had no interest in anyone or anything. All she cared about was maintaining the incredible sensation in her loins — all of her feeling and all that she cared about in the whole world at that moment was her cunt. She was screaming at Jeff to fuck her ass off, but she didn't even know it. Jeff Collins had never had such an experience in his entire life. He could feel his huge cock tightly embedded in Sue's luscious wetness. As tight as her cunt was — and it was very tight — it was lubricated with what seemed like gallons of her love juices that eased his entry. In spite of it being the very first sexual intercourse of her life, her hips almost instantly found his tempo and moved in rhythm with it. In spite of being in continuous orgasm in which she couldn't possibly be aware of anything else, whenever he was about to release Sue would subtly change her tempo so that his orgasm would again recede. While he had no idea how she was able to do it, he was certain that she had no idea either. Finally he could restrain himself no more. Feeling his balls about to let loose in a flood, Jeff grabbed Sue's gyrating hips and pulled her back against him as hard as he could. He could feel the tip of his cock penetrate her uterus just as his flood began. "It's so great!" she screamed as she felt her senses utterly overwhelmed. As his steaming hot cum flooded her insides, she could take no more sensation and fainted from a sensory overload. Meanwhile, Jeff was gasping for breath as he felt her cunt pulsating to suck all of his cum from his balls. It was almost like being hooked up to a vacuum cleaner and feeling his fluids just sucked into it. He could no longer take it and collapsed, too. Since he was holding the unconscious girl up on her knees, when he collapsed, Susan did too with her mouth coming to rest on Andy's. Gently Andy disengaged, moved down on the bed, rolled Jeff off Susan and then rolled her on her back. Moving between her legs, Andy went down on the girl's cunt and started to lick up the succulent juices. Colette, who had been sitting on a chair in the corner of the room, had become so moved by the activity on the bed that she had unwittingly begun to masturbate herself and finally came in a flood at the same time Sue did. Dropping to her knees by the side of the bed, tears were pouring from the poor girl's eyes as she screamed, "I'm so sorry! I didn't know ... I didn't mean..." Now barely able to talk she begged Andy, "Please, darling mistress, take me out to the post and beat me for as long as you're able. I was horrible ... Oh, God, please forgive me..." She dropped her head against the side of the bed and just wailed. "Later," Andy said quietly although she had no idea of what had happened to cause Colette to break down the way she did. "But in the meantime, I want you to taste something extraordinary. I want you to lap up some of your new mistress's sweetness." Slowly, Colette climbed on the bed and Andy showed her how to position Susan's cunt for best effect. Going down on the clean, hairless cunt proved to be a marvelous experience. After sucking the mixture that flooded Susan's vagina, Colette lifted her head and said, "It's so delicious!" Andy just grinned and told her to save a lot for her master. Andy had used her great strength to reposition Jeff so his head was resting on a pile of pillows at the head of the bed. Then she'd rested Susan's head on his shoulder. Now, responding to the wonderful sensations Colette was creating with her mouth, Sue regained consciousness. Jeff was already awake, although by no means alert. "Thank you, beloved sister," she whispered. "That feels so indescribably great!" "Aren't you going to thank me?" Jeff asked softly. "Sister, would you please tell your master that your mistress is no longer speaking to him. Ever!" Colette didn't know what to do, so Susan motioned and pantomimed for her to tell him. When she did, Jeff replied, "Slave Colette, please ask your mistress why she's no longer speaking to me. I am speaking to her." While Jeff was speaking, Sue was just slowly rocking her head from side to side on his shoulder and just enjoying the sensation of being held so close. Nevertheless, she ignored what Jeff said to Colette and didn't acknowledge that he had said anything until Colette relayed his words. "Tell your master that he's out on the street effective at 0600 hours Monday morning. Knowing all this time about the incredible sensations he's capable of creating in my body with his giant cock, and then to deprive me of that joy for so many months ... To allow me to become the laughingstock of the body-slaves union ... While knowing the incredible delights of fucking, always keeping them from me..." Sue's voice ran down and she just looked up at the ceiling. Then in a soft voice as if talking to herself she continued, "I guess I'll just cut off his cock and balls. Then I'll dump him out in the street." Nodding her head vigorously, she murmured, "That's it! That's what I'm going to do! I'm going to cut off his cock and balls, then dump him out on the street." "Don't do that," Andy said. "I thought about it with Jack, but it doesn't work very well." Her eyes were wide as she added, "And I even offered to sew a nice slit in his front so he could urinate the way we do! Wasn't I being thoughtful?" It was all Sue could do to keep a straight face as Andy continued, "But then I realized that his balls probably have to be connected with some other plumbing, or pipes, or something ... I mean, I could have emptied his balls — and it was such a neat idea, too! I was going to wear a jock strap and have his cock permanently rammed up my cunt while his balls stayed in the jock." With her eyes wide she asked, "Don't you think that's a really neat idea?" She sadly shook her head and continued, "But I realized that what was in his balls would keep me going for no more than two or three hours, and I didn't know how to make any more of that luscious cum." Looking very glum she concluded, "So I didn't do it." "But what can I do, Mommy?" Susan's look was so forlorn Andy was unable to keep a straight face. In spite of her best efforts she began to giggle. Hearing it Sue instantly decided it was the happiest, gayest sound she'd ever heard. "I guess we'll just have to think about it," she said. "But in the meantime, son-in-law Jeffrey, my daughter's no-longer-virgin cunt is awash in the most remarkable juices. This is your once-in-a-lifetime opportunity: There are virgin cunt juices seasoned with her virginal blood. Of course it's mixed with your old cum, but I guess one can't always have everything, can one?" With an exasperated grin she added, "Now are you going to move your ass and start drinking or are Colette and I going to drink it all ourselves?" As soon as Jeff started to move down the bed, Andy placed Sue's head on her own shoulder. But then when Jeff began to suck at her cunt, she locked her lips on Andy's nipple and began to suck. The sensation was utterly exquisite. Although she had tasted some while she was being plowed, her attention had been on her cunt. Now, as Jeff began to eat her, she concentrated on the marvelous taste. She decided that Andy had the sweetest, richest, most wonderful-tasting milk she could possibly imagine. Meanwhile Andy had shifted her body on the bed. Now Susan's head was cradled in her arms as her body rested on Andy's thighs while her lips sucked out the magnificent liquid from her golden tit. Finding her fluids too much for him to handle, Jeff called over Colette who, responding to her master's firm orders, proceeded to lick her darling mistress dry. When she finished, Susan's fluids were smeared and drying all over her face, but all Colette did was to use her tongue to lick off as much as she could reach. Responding to instructions from Andy, Colette retrieved the bottle of musk oil and began to use it to oil Jeff's cock. Her eyes glinted with joy as she realized how quickly it again became as hard as a steel pipe. In the meantime she'd passed the bottle to Andy who, after telling Susan to once more rest on her hands and knees, proceeded to use three fingers to stretch and oil her still-virgin asshole. When she was all set, again Andy positioned herself so her lips were right below Susan's. She knew that Jeff's penetration of her tiny asshole was going to hurt. "My darling daughter," Andy whispered, "relax your sphincter as much as you possibly can. Then, when you feel Jeff's cock, push back against it as hard as you can ... And it will hurt, my darling. I'm sorry." "I'm not, Mommy," Susan breathed. "I hope he tears me in half." Then Jeff got up on his knees and moved behind his wife. Placing the oiled and glistening tip of his giant cock against her tiny amber ring, Colette breathed a silent prayer that it wouldn't be too painful for her beloved sister. After taking a deep breath, Susan pushed back as hard as she could. Incredibly, there was a little pop and his slickened cock had just slid into her oiled passage. It hurt but was not as painful as she'd expected. While she caught her breath, she could feel Jeff moving his cock in her anus. Then slowly he began to move inside her, starting with very short strokes and slowly lengthening them until he was moving his entire great length slowly in and out of her nether passage. "My darling husband," she cried, "fuck your wife! Oh, God, Jeff, don't ever stop! This is so utterly exquisite." Turning her head she said, "Darling, if you reach down, you could grab my tits. They would almost serve as reins to move my body the way you want it to move on your cock. Please, my darling?" Jeff did as she asked. Reaching down he was able to grip her perfectly sized and shaped breasts and squeeze them. She moaned in pleasure and just moved her ass on his cock that had now opened up her body. Seeing the two moving so beautifully together on the bed, Andy motioned to Colette, turned down the lights and left the young couple alone. Going into Colette's room Andy said, "Now what was that action awhile ago? Something about whipping you?" Colette's eyes flashed for an instant. Opening the door again she marched out to the exercise room while Andy followed, feeling bewildered. Once in the room the girl quickly opened a cabinet, took something out and then continued out through the sliding doors to the pool terrace. Going to the whipping post, she gave the whip she'd taken from the cabinet to Andy then, with her back to the post, wrapped her arms around it. This forced her gorgeous tits up and out. As she looked at Andy, the girl was incredibly beautiful. Then with a remarkably happy smile she said, "Mistress Taylor, I'm so glad that you're experienced in using the whip and a whipping post. I don't know how many lashes you should give me. You see, Madam, the last time I masturbated, I was given five hundred, but I didn't get myself off. This time, darling mistress, I brought myself to orgasm — and kept myself there!" Colette's eyes were as big as saucers as she made the revelation. "Did it feel good, Slave?" Andy inquired coldly. As she spoke she unrolled the whip and then cracked it a few times. As she knew would be the case, the whip was perfectly oiled and perfectly maintained. She knew that she could easily peel Colette's new skin off her body in strips. Wrapping her arms even tighter around the post the girl raised her chin as high as she could and said, "Yes, Madam, it did. It felt utterly wonderful! I'm sure it wasn't as good as the sensation Sue was feeling, but it felt very good." The girl suddenly began to cry as if her heart would break. "Please just beat me to death, Mistress. With my body all scarred again, Dr. Fletcher will no longer allow me to be his body slave — his arrangement with my master will be terminated. And without Dr. Fletcher, I don't care to go on living." "It's not as good as being fucked," Andy said casually, "but I guess it's better than nothing. Now, Miss Dupuis-Andrews-Taylor would you kindly get your ass in gear? It's late and I'm getting cold out here with no clothes on. It's October, after all. And there's something you need to do before either of us can go to sleep." Raising her voice to a parade-ground bellow, Andy yelled, "Now move-it, move-it, move-it..." Colette was so startled she ran into the house while Andy carefully locked the door and turned out all the lights. Joining the young girl in her room, Andy found her in bed, but her eyes were still as big as saucers. Ignoring Colette, she just went on into the bathroom, washed her face and brushed her teeth. Returning to the bedroom, she looked at Colette's position and got in on the right side of the bed. Using the headboard as a head-rest, she brought Colette's head around so her body was across her lap while her head was in her arms with her lips almost on her right tit. "Now drink!" Andy ordered peremptorily. Colette didn't know what to do. But finding her lips less than an inch from Andy's perfect tit she took her nipple in her mouth and started to suck. Instantly she got the taste of perfect rich warm breast milk liberally laced with the finest cognac. Before Colette could do a thing Andy whispered, "My darling daughter, this is the very best cognac that France produces. It's Rémy Martin's Louis XIII. Do you like it?" Then after hesitating she asked very diffidently, "Do you like my milk?" "Madame Taylor, it's utterly superb!..." Suddenly Andy was out of the bed and dragging Colette by the hand. The poor girl was unceremoniously dumped on her ass on the floor and then dragged across the room. Bouncing across thresholds and sliding across carpets, Colette's bottom was bruised and abraded by the time she was hauled back into the exercise room. Initially Andy headed for the cabinet, but then muttered, "The hell with it," and sat on a rowing machine. Only using it as a bench, she put Colette over her lap and proceeded to spank her right buttock as hard as she could ten times. Then she ordered the girl to reposition herself so that Andy could comfortably spank her left. They were the hardest spanks Colette could possibly imagine. When she was ordered to her feet, tears were pouring from her eyes in a flood. Looking at her, Andy was convinced that she was the most beautiful girl in the world at that instant. In spite of her utterly magnificent figure and glorious features, Colette looked like a five-year-old with her tears streaming down her cheeks. It was confirmed when she wiped her nose with the back of her wrist and then said, "Thank you, Mistress, for trying to make me a better slave." But then with the tears flowing even harder she asked, "But why was I disciplined, Mistress? What did I do wrong? It wasn't the masturbation. What was it?" "When we were in bed, Slave, how did you address me?" Andy demanded. By this time the poor girl was so distraught she couldn't remember. Running to the cabinet, Colette grabbed the biggest whip she could find, gave it to Andy and then knelt on the floor with her knees under her body and her head resting on her folded arms. Her ass was now elevated high in the air as she waited for the first stroke of the whip which would start to shred her perfectly-shaped buns. "I don't remember, Mistress," she wailed. "It's no excuse, I know, but I do not remember." You called me, 'Madame Taylor, ' you nasty thing!" Andy accused. "Didn't you? Now just admit it. That's what you called me, wasn't it?" "Yes, Mistress," the girl conceded. But then she added, "I guess you had better get started in whipping me to death, Mistress. I can't bring myself to call someone as pure and as good as you are, Andy. Although I did it earlier, I can't do it any more. I just cannot!" "How about calling me, 'Mommy, ' my darling Colette. Could you bring yourself to call me that?" "But ... but ... but that's utterly impossible," the girl protested. "I'm a slave and you're the most beautiful, the most loving..." "Am I good enough to be your mother?" Andy asked quietly. "I love you like a daughter." And then with a smile she added, "And I've never had a daughter with such glorious chestnut hair ... A daughter who speaks French almost like a native..." This comment provoked an outburst of laughter from the girl. "But I'm a slave!" she insisted. "And I was a slave for nearly a year," Andy retorted. "Kelly sold herself into slavery and offered to prostitute her body. What's wrong with being a slave? In fact," she mused, "it makes very good training for..." she shook her head, grinned and concluded, "Never mind what it's good training for. Will you consent to be my daughter? After all, Colette, you're Susan's sister and she's now my daughter. Please, will you accept?" "Maman!" the girl cried reaching out her arms. "My darling daughter!" Andy exclaimed as she wrapped the girl in her arms, hugged her tightly, and then melted her lips to hers. Each woman almost lost consciousness due to the power of the other's kiss. While still in a daze Andy said, "Let's go to bed while we can still move. How about it, daughter?" "I adore you, Mommy!" the girl whispered. ------- Chapter 12 As Susan slowly awakened she found herself, as usual, in Jeff's strong arms. His hand was cupping her right tit while her right hand was on top of his, holding it in position. When she opened her eyes she found herself looking into the most beautiful pair of blue eyes she'd ever seen. Suddenly things started to come back to her. She was married! And this was her new mother, Andy Taylor. "Good morning, my darling daughter," Andy whispered. "How do you feel on the morning following your wedding? You're supposed to hurt all over, feel very stiff and sore, and get violently ill at the thought of a man coming near your cunt. Or at least have a major-league headache! Is that the way you feel?" Moving as carefully as she could to keep from awakening Jeff, she found she just felt great and said as much to her new mother. "Damn!" Andy whispered. Then she grinned and said, "My darling, now is the very best time of the entire day for me. The very first thing I do each day is to take Jack between my thighs while I'm mostly still sleeping. It's just so slow and scrumptious and..." She just shook her head and concluded, "It's just plain great! That's what it is: It's just plain great. Want to try?" Very carefully Susan moved her head so she was looking at Jeff's sleeping face. Then she gave his hand which was cupping her tit the lightest possible squeeze. Instantly his eyes opened and he found himself looking into Susan's. "My darling bride," he murmured. Then he rolled over and found her legs were already spread wide to welcome him. Still nearly half asleep, he eased his hard cock into her tiny cunt that was already wet with her fluids. Moving slowly he worked his cock all around her marvelous tightness, then began taking the longest possible strokes while moving as slowly as he could. "My darling, this is exquisite!" she exclaimed. "But where does it all go? Jeff, you're so incredibly big. And your cock penetrating my slave's cunt feels so utterly marvelous..." Then she screamed as she reached her first orgasm of the morning. Andy just sat on the bed and watched the two. Her eyes reflected the great warmth and love she felt as she watched the perfect young couple worship each other with their bodies. While she watched, she gently stroked her love bud and yearned to have Jack's huge cock probing her insides, too. Finally, after Jeff had held Susan in continuous orgasm for nearly thirty minutes, he drove in to his root and exploded with a rush of cum that flooded her insides and even forced its way past his huge cock. Again, both lost consciousness as Susan's vagina worked like a vacuum pump to try to suck his scrotum dry. Andy grinned, rearranged the unconscious bodies on the bed and just waited. They recovered consciousness together. Sue stretched then turned, kissed Jeff warmly and said, "Thank you, darling master. That was utterly scrumptious!" Just then there was a soft knock at the door and Caitlin came in, followed by John Taylor. Both children were naked, but Caitie was carrying a tiny bundle in her arms. To Andy she said with the most impish grin, "Gram, this is yours." Taking it in her arms, Andy pulled back the receiving blanket revealing the most beautiful little baby Susan and Jeff had ever seen. A tiny hand came out from the blanket, the infant gooed and reached for Andy's nipple. "She's all washed, powdered, and dry, Gram," Caitie whispered. "And she's so perfect!" The baby's mouth was now locked on Andy's luscious nipple and it was enjoying its breakfast. When the baby drained Andy's left tit and she was about to put it on her right, she saw Susan looking at the baby wistfully. With an incredibly warm smile, Andy asked Susan if she would like to hold the infant. Startled, Susan didn't know what to do. But then she reached out and said, "May I?" Cradling the baby in her arms she hugged it to her breast. Seeing her lovely pink nipple in its usual engorged state the baby locked its mouth around it. The three of them all laughed when they saw a look of disappointment flash across the infant's face. Andy quickly scooped her up and put her against her tit. Speaking very softly so as not to disturb the baby she said, "That was a pretty dirty trick to pull on a tiny infant, wasn't it? Good grief! Susan, you have the most perfectly-formed golden tit with the neatest little nipple ... but nothing happens." With a very warm smile, Andy very gently pulled the blanket back to more fully reveal her face and head, then said, "This is Christine Taylor — or she will be when we have her christening. But you can call her Chris or Christy." "But ... but how old is she?" Susan asked. "A week or ten days — something like that," Andy replied casually. Then Caitlin interjected, "If Gram sounds a little casual about it, it's only because she is. Sue, you won't believe what the Taylor women do. Honest, you won't. First, I guess Johnny was the only one of us to be born in a hospital. Now, whenever someone is going to drop a baby, whichever women are at home will help out. Usually they use the exercise room — they just spread a plastic sheet on the floor to keep the blood off the mats — and then just drop the infant. The mother, lying on her back, will hold the baby by its feet, spank the hell out of it to start it breathing, and just cradle it in her arms while she expels the afterbirth." She grinned and added, "That's what Mommy will be doing in a week or so, too." "Mommy?" Susan asked, incredulous. "You don't mean ... Kelly? That's impossible!" "No, Sue, really it's not. Mostly you can tell when a Taylor woman is getting close to delivery — they have a hard time buttoning their Levi's. But not my mommy or Gram." She giggled and added, "Would you believe it? My mother has no maternity clothes — and never has had any. She says they look terminally tacky and she refuses to wear them. Besides, her body is so utterly gorgeous — it's just like yours, Sue. But honest, she really is in the ninth month of another pregnancy." Then the girl made the cutest face, and shook her head. "There's a terribly dull sameness to Fitzpatrick children, though. We all have mops of dark wavy hair that we sort of fix with a Mixmaster, blue eyes and medium complexions. But anyway, it will keep me supplied with Mom's delicious breast milk for a few more months." By this time Christy had fallen asleep again. To Susan's surprise, John took the baby from his mother, burped her, and then carried her out of the room. At that point Andy, now resting with her head against the headboard, just tapped her hand on the bed. With a broad grin Caitie jumped on it, rolled on her back and had her head and shoulders on Andy's lap. The little girl locked her lips on her right tit while the woman just caressed her gorgeous naked body. Susan could hear Andy crooning to the girl, telling her how much she loved her and what a wonderful little girl she really was. Then whispering directly into her ear she told Caitie how much Johnny loved her and how he couldn't wait to be big enough to make love to her. The little girl wriggled in Andy's arms while she just basked in the love contained in her luscious breast milk and her heartwarming words. When the girl fully drained Andy's tit, she carefully licked all around the nipple and the areola. Then Andy lifted her up so she could kiss her full on the lips. Susan watched in amazement as a palpable flow of the purest love just passed between the two women. It was immediately clear to her that almost anyone else alive would pass out if exposed to the raw power of the Taylor love. "Gram," Caitie asked with her eyes wide, "do you mind that I'm so madly in love with Johnny? Cause if you do..." Caitlin was kneeling on the bed with her weight back on her heels and her back up straight. Very gently running her fingertips over the girl's body Andy slowly shook her head. "My darling, how could I possibly?" Now her brilliant blue eyes became intensely penetrating as she concentrated on communicating something very important to the little girl. "Honey, you do know how much I adore your mother, don't you?" "When you two are together, the flow of pure love would kill any other two people alive," the girl replied. "But yes, Gram, you sure do love her." "And, my darling Caitlin, you're the first fruit of those perfect loins. But beyond that your body and your spirit have been tempered in the flames of incredible pain. It could have destroyed you, darling, but instead it has made you even stronger. Coupled with your incredible passion and your utterly perfect body..." Andy just slowly shook her head and murmured, "My poor son! What kind of a chance did he ever have? You were only about three months old and Johnny was almost four years old. When he looked into your cradle, you flashed your brilliant blue eyes and waved your perfect little hand. It was all over for him right then." Then hugging the girl tightly to her body Andy asked, "Was that fair?" "Gram!" Caitie protested, "what does 'fair' have to do with anything? We're talking about something important: getting the best father for my children." With that she raised her nose in the air, sniffed and exclaimed, "Fair, indeed!" "I love her so much, Jeffrey Collins. Will you buy her for me?" Susan asked. Shaking his head sadly he replied, "I'm sorry, my darling. I'm afraid you're going to have to make your own." Continuing to shake his head he added, "But it's worse than that, adorable slave. Ours are likely to be blue-eyed blondes. There's not much chance of having one with that utterly gorgeous dark wavy hair." Susan snuggled closely against him and tipped her head up for a kiss. When he responded by melting his lips to hers she just wriggled even closer and murmured, "That sounds so neat, Jeff. I love being your adorable slave." Twisting her head to look into his eyes she asked, "Can I still be your slave, my love?" "You have to be," he replied. "Colette won't be here much longer. Then who will do the cooking?" As he said it, though, Susan noticed that he suddenly looked thoughtful as if he had discovered an unexpected answer to his question. Andy left the room with the baby. Looking up they saw Caitlin kneeling beside them and looking at them alertly. When she had their attention she asked, "Susan, did ... did Mr. Collins take you in your ass last night?" When Susan eagerly nodded, she continued, "I guess you liked it then, didn't you? You sure nodded eagerly when I asked." Raising an eyebrow Susan asked, "And what does Jeff taking me in the ass have to do with anything?" "Could I see him do it now?" Caitie asked eagerly. "And can I help? Please?" With her eyes wide she continued, "I really do know how." Susan and Jeff exchanged looks. When Sue nodded eagerly, Jeff just grinned and said okay. Caitlin had already located the nearly-full bottle of musk oil on the night table. Again Susan knelt on the bed with her ass high in the air. Moving between her legs Caitie carefully spread her ass cheeks and started to apply the oil. "Oh, Mr. Collins! What an incredibly perfect little ass. Susan's buns are so wonderfully firm and her bottom hole is so tiny. I'll bet it really grips your cock, doesn't it?" Then she carefully spread the oil and used her small fingers to work it in past the sphincter. With the greatest sensitivity, she inserted her slim fingers into Susan's anus and worked the opening larger and larger. "Oh, darling Caitie, that feels so incredibly luscious. And now my cunt is starting to run with my fluids in anticipation of Jeff probing my body again with his huge cock." Quickly moving over to Jeff the little girl carefully oiled his weapon. It was so big and her hands were so small she needed both of them to get completely around it. "Oh, Mr. Collins! What an incredible weapon of love." Reaching below with both hands she cradled his huge scrotum and said, "Oh, it just gets better and better!" Looking up at his eyes Caitie quickly wrapped her arms around his neck, kissed him, and said, "Your wife awaits, Mr. Collins. Please make her happy!" As soon as Jeff took his position, Caitie positioned his huge cock against Susan's sepia ring. Feeling his cock, Sue moved back suddenly and the head of his prick was inside her. Moving as quickly as she could, Caitie slid her head and shoulders under Susan's loins. She sighed with joy as soon as she was able to begin to lick the girl's soaking wet cunt with her tongue. Then when Jeff started to explode with his cock buried to its hilt in Sue's ass, it triggered a mammoth orgasm in her that nearly drowned the little girl in love juices. Once again, both Susan and Jeff lost consciousness, but since Caitlin was alone with them, it was all she could do to extricate herself from under the weight of their two bodies. Susan and Jeff just remained sprawled on the bed in a tangle of arms and legs. Caitie started to giggle as the other two slowly regained consciousness and then sorted out their respective pieces and parts. When they were back in their customary position — Susan's head resting on Jeff's shoulder while his hand cradled her tit — She looked at Caitie with her soaking-wet hair and asked, "What happened to you? Did you drown or something?" With the cutest little grin the two had ever seen she nodded rapidly and said, "Almost! But it was so incredibly neat. Darling Susan, your love juices are even sweeter than my mom's! And you cum in gallons." Then she just ran a finger through her wet hair and proceeded to howl with laughter. At that Susan got out of bed along with Jeff. All three shared a shower. While Susan shampooed Caitie's hair, the little girl carefully washed the others' genitals. When they went out to the kitchen, they found that Andy and Colette had prepared a magnificent breakfast for them. Then they spent the most magnificently lazy day at the apartment. Following the breakfast, Andy and Susan started to swim. Initially they lazed up and down the pool, but then picked up the pace. Finally, with the others watching in utter amazement, the two women powered the last 200 meters in world-class time. At the end Susan had edged Andy by one-tenth of a second, and missed tying the world record by one-tenth, as well. Jeff just shook his head in utter amazement because the time was recorded from a start on a turn, rather than a dive from the starting box. The two women only took a few seconds to regain their breath, then popped out of the pool and embraced each other. "You're supposed to let your old mother win!" Andy whispered. "But, Mommy, I can't," Susan protested. "It's my pool." Andy pretended to grump and then said she was going to get Jack to build a new pool for them. She had decided that a fifty-meter pool was much nicer than her own twenty-five-meter one. The two women just grinned at each other. Then Susan asked, "Mom, how old are you, anyway?" "Forty-two," Andy replied casually. "But why do you ask?" "Because, damn it, forty-two-year-old women can't swim 200 meters in two-tenths of a second off the world record less than two weeks after delivering a baby, is why!" With her gorgeous blue eyes wide and a completely blank expression on her face, Andy just looked at Susan and said, "Oh." Then the two women just howled with laughter. Then Colette showed Caitlin and Johnny how to play tennis. With their extraordinary coordination, they rapidly picked up the game. Then, after a barbecue on the deck, Jeff took a nap in a deck chair while Susan and Colette split up and played doubles with the children. In the meantime Andy had picked up the baby and headed home. After tennis, more swimming and showers, they all prepared a gourmet dinner. Even Johnny helped by preparing the salad. After savoring the meal, Caitlin, now wearing a lovely blue dress that complemented her eyes, said "Thank you so very much, Mr. and Mrs. Collins, for your utterly marvelous hospitality." With a very warm smile she added, "It was particularly nice because it was on the day following your wedding." Her smile turned into a grin and she continued, "I'll bet if we weren't here, you two would have just spent the whole day in bed making passionate love together. You're so beautifully matched, it's just a wonder to behold." Suddenly her face turned serious. Looking at Susan she said, "Now, would you please do me a tremendous favor? It's really very important to me." "Of course, honey! What is it?" Susan responded. "You're going to do it!?" the girl exclaimed, now elated. "You promise?" "Yes, my darling, I promise." Sue said. "Now what's the promise?" "You're going to give me a very hard spanking," the little girl responded. "At least twenty spanks on each of my ass cheeks as hard as you can possibly hit." Susan was utterly stunned. Speechless, she looked across at Jeff with a completely bewildered expression on her face. He shrugged and shook his head, but before he could say a word Johnny Taylor looked at him and said, "Mr. Collins, while Mrs. Collins is spanking Caitlin, please beat me at least as many times." Shaking his head he changed his mind. "No, sir, I'm sorry. That isn't nearly enough. At least thirty on each cheek." "John Taylor, what are you doing?" Caitlin demanded. "You did absolutely nothing wrong. It was all me. I disobeyed my mother. She told me I wasn't to do anything with respect to the Collins' lovemaking, and most particularly I wasn't supposed to be in bed with them." Glaring at him she continued, "You, John Taylor, were just keeping me company. For what possible reason should you be punished?" "For not talking you out of it, Caitlin. For not telling the Collins that you were being disobedient," he said firmly. "Johnny Taylor, you couldn't talk me out of going to prison! You love me too darned much for your own good." "Besides," the boy continued, "do you think for one minute I could sit here quietly and watch my adorable love being punished severely and do nothing? My darling, it's necessary." Turning to Jeff he said, "Sir, I'll relax my cheeks as much as I possibly can to make them soft for your hand. I don't want you to hurt it or anything. Would you? Please?" "But why?" Susan protested. "Why us? Why should we have to inflict punishment?" "That's why it's such a special favor," Caitlin replied. "You see, it should be my mother because she's the one I disobeyed. But, darling Susan, she has scarcely recovered from my brush with death. You saw yourself how she just cracked up when she met you yesterday. If I went home and told Mommy what I had done, she would spank me but it would nearly kill her to do it. In a few more weeks things will be back to normal..." The little girl grinned and said, "It's always the same way. I take down my pants, lift my skirt, and climb on Mommy's lap. If she's giving me ten, I'll count to five then get down and rearrange my body on her leg so she can more easily spank the other side. Then while I'm crying my eyes out, I'll climb on her lap and kiss away her tears. You see, she's always crying even harder than I am. Then I'll tell her how sorry I am and how much I love her." Caitie smiled and continued, "The next is the best part. Mommy picks me up in her arms — she's incredibly powerful, by the way — and carries me into her bedroom. There she strips off my clothes, strips off her own, puts an anaesthetic ointment on my buns and then hugs me tightly to her breast. I'll be lying on top of her, using her glorious tits for a pillow. We'll both go to sleep that way, and we're usually still there when Daddy gets home. Then, while he's quietly fucking Mommy to make her feel better, she'll tell him what I did wrong." Shaking her head she said, "The worst of all, though, is when I disobey Daddy and he has to spank me. I told you yesterday that he can't let his emotions out. Punishing me almost kills the poor guy..." Lowering her voice she said, "I guess that's why I'm extra good with Daddy. It's not that I love him any more — it's impossible for me to love either parent more than I do — but he can't take it the way Mommy can..." Then with a big smile — but Susan could see concern in her eyes — Caitie slipped off her lovely pants, pulled her skirt up to her waist and lay across Susan's lap. Then she turned her head and said, "I'm so sorry, Susan. I hope you don't hurt your hand. But I'm making my buns as soft as I possibly can." As she said it, she quickly turned her head away, but not quickly enough for Sue to miss the tears forming in her eyes. Looking up, she almost cried watching Johnny Taylor take off his shoes and socks, pants, then his shorts. "Sometimes I accidentally kick out," he said softly, "So its better if I'm barefoot." Then he lay across Jeff's lap, visibly relaxed his asscheeks and just waited without moving a muscle. "What do we do now, darling?" Jeff asked. It was all Susan could do to keep from laughing. Here were two of the most adorable children in the world lying bare-assed over her lap and Jeff's. She just shook her head and said softly, "My darling, I think this must be training for becoming parents ourselves." Looking down she saw the utter perfection of the little girl's bottom. The skin was as soft as satin and was an all-over golden brown reflecting all the time the little girl spent naked in the sun. Susan just slowly stroked the girl's satin-smooth bottom provoking sighs of joy from her. Meanwhile, Jeff just watched her, not knowing what to do with Johnny. After caressing Caitie's bottom, Susan smacked it with all her might, provoking an immediate yelp of pain. Susan just continued moving her hand ever-so-lightly over Caitie's bottom but then at random intervals smacked the girl as hard as she could. "Please don't!" the little girl screamed. "Oh please stop it, darling Susan," she pleaded. "This is something I can't stand. Just hit me ... No! Take me out on the deck and whip my body. I'll hug your gorgeous whipping post while you strip the skin off my back. Please! But not what you're doing..." The little girl screamed again as Susan's hand hit her hard. While caressing her now-fiery bottom Susan asked, "Caitie, I don't understand. When you were dying, you were enduring pain far greater than what I'm inflicting. Not only did you never cry, you laughed, joked, and tried your best to cheer up your friends. What's changed?" "Oh, darling Susan, everything has changed," the poor girl wailed. "That was suffering. This is punishment." Then the girl was quiet for a few minutes during which time Susan inflicted six more very hard smacks. "But do you know what?" the girl asked through her tears. "This is the most effective punishment I've ever had. Ever! In my whole life!" Suddenly the girl pulled herself up from her lap, wrapped her arms around Susan's neck and proceeded to kiss her with every bit of power and passion she could possibly unleash. Caught unawares for a moment, Susan quickly responded in kind. The girl and the young woman just clung to each other while the purest love flowed between them. When Caitlin eased her hold she moved just far enough away to be able to look into Susan's eyes. Then she whispered, "Susan Collins, I utterly adore you. Thank you for the finest punishment I've ever had. Can we continue now? Exactly the way you've been going? And in spite of my cries and tears?" Susan lightly kissed the tip of the girl's lovely little nose, then put her back over her lap. By now the count was up to twenty-four. After one more very hard spank she told Caitie to move to the other side so she could more easily spank her other cheek. With tears streaming from her eyes she did what was asked. While she proceeded, Susan looked over and saw Jeff was doing the very same thing with Johnny Taylor. Finally, it was over. Caitie knelt across Susan's lap and kissed away her tears. Susan had been steadily crying at the thought of hurting this darling young girl. Looking up, Susan found she utterly adored her husband. He had the boy in his arms and was just holding him tightly. It was so obvious that, at age twelve, Johnny so desperately wanted to be a man and not cry. Jeff just held him tightly with his head in his shoulder while he pretended not to hear the boy's sniffles. Then he set the boy on his feet, helped him get dressed and then shook his hand solemnly. "John Taylor, may I call you my friend? Would you please call me, Jeff? All of my friends do." Susan just hugged Caitie and then, forgetting the terrible beating the girl's bottom had just had, sat her on her lap and wrapped her arms around her while they both watched the exchange between Jeff and Johnny. "Your friend!?" Johnny exclaimed. "You'd like me to be ... your friend?" he stammered. "Oh, Mr ... Jeff... ? nothing would thrill me more! Oh, yes sir, I would love to have you think of me as your friend." Jeff took the boy's still-small hand into his big one and squeezed it. The boy's eyes widened but then he recognized that he was being asked to grip hands, he did. As soon as he squeezed Jeff's hand, Jeff wrapped his left arm around the boy and pulled him into a close embrace. Suddenly Susan remembered the degree to which she'd bruised Caitie's bottom. "Darling, you can't sit there," she insisted. "Why not, Sue?" Caitie asked looking up at her with a very hurt expression on her face. "Because you've just been brutally beaten," she protested. "There's no way you can sit on your buns after the beating you just suffered." "Darling Susan" the little girl whispered, "this is the very best part. Of course my bottom hurts. But this is a part of the punishment: It's supposed to hurt. And it's supposed to be bruised and change colors. And, my darling Susan, it was the very finest punishment I've ever experienced in my whole life." Then with the cutest and most impish little grin Sue had ever seen she continued, "Your children and Jeff's are either going to be very good or they're going to have a very painful experience whenever they sit down. You're just great!" Then after turning her body to be able to speak directly into Susan's ear she whispered, "But what should I do for John? He accepted punishment when he didn't do anything wrong." "Darling Caitie," Susan whispered, "now you do what women have been doing for eons for men who have defended them. Go to him, take him in your arms, and then play it by ear!" Ignoring the very severe pain in her bottom, Caitlin slid off Susan's lap, pulled up her pants, and went to John Taylor. Holding him with her arms around his neck she said softly, "My darling, you were so brave! Is there anything I can do to try to make it up to you? Anything at all?" she asked. Then she pulled his head down, wrapped her arms around his neck and melted her lips to his. Meanwhile, she was trying to mold her slender body to his. Looking across at Jeff, Susan could see him form words without making a sound. He asked, "Are girls born knowing how to twist men around their fingers, or are they trained that way?" Sue just grinned and replied in the same silent manner, "We're born that way, but we practice a lot, too." When the two finally broke their embrace, Caitlin ran to the phone, called her mother, and told her, first, how disobedient she'd been, but, second, how Susan had already inflicted the most effective punishment she'd ever received. Finishing, she said, "Mommy, I won't be able to sit down comfortably for weeks! And my poor buns! They're going to be every color of the rainbow. You won't believe how hard Susan Collins can hit." Then the girl was silent for a few moments, then added, "You won't have to spank me, too, will you, Mommy? I'm really awfully sore." Then holding the receiver out to Susan she said, "Mommy would like to speak to you." Starting right in Kelly Fitzpatrick said, "Congratulations, Susan Collins, and welcome to motherhood. But you have to tell me what you did. Whatever it was, you certainly put the fear of God in my eldest child." Susan just looked at Caitlin and pointed to the door. The little girl took Johnny's hand and went off in the direction of the library. When she was sure the girl was out of earshot, she said, "I caressed her little buns, but then at random intervals I hit her as hard as I could. The poor little kid never knew when the next spank would come, so she couldn't prepare herself." She paused and then added, "Incidentally, she has the smoothest little ass I've ever felt in my life. Is that inherited from her mother, too?" Kelly giggled and replied, "Mommy always said I have a marvelously squeezable ass. I guess Caitlin does take after me ... At least a little." "A little?" Sue exclaimed. "She's a physical duplicate — or soon will be. Kelly, she's an utterly incredible little doll. You and Kevin are so lucky." Then she paused and said, "Incidentally, your daughter said you're about to drop another baby. Is that true?" "I guess so," Kelly replied, sounding bored with the whole idea. "But why don't you send Caitie home now? The contractions are coming about every thirty seconds and she did say she wanted to be here to see this one come out..." "Kelly Fitzpatrick, are you in labor?" Susan demanded. "Labor? No. In the process of giving birth? Yes," Kelly replied softly. "I'm lying down. I'm relaxed. Mother is here with me, along with Nita, Sally, and Ellie. In a while we'll all go out to the exercise room and I'll drop another baby. What's the big deal?" "But ... but don't you have an obstetrician... ? Or something?" "We used to," Kelly replied, "but we haven't bothered in years. The fact is, Sue, we're all disgustingly healthy ... Incidentally, congratulations on beating Mom in your pool. Ever since she got home she's been on Dad's case about building a new pool for us. The men start work on Monday. But what did you think?" "How old is your mother?" Susan asked softly. "I don't really know," came the reply. "I think about forty-two, but I'm not too sure. Why?" "Because she's the most beautiful female human in the world, is why. Because I like to think that I'm in good physical condition. Because I only managed to beat her by one-tenth of a second, and I'm eighteen!" Sue wailed. "That's okay," Kelly replied. "I can never beat her. What's your problem? You won, didn't you?" "I adore her, Kelly," Sue said softly. "Honestly, I do. And ... and ... and she says she's going to adopt me." Sue dropped her voice to just above a whisper and added, "That would make you my sister, Kelly Fitzpatrick." She paused a few moments and concluded, "Nothing could possibly thrill me more than to have you as my sister. You're the most incredibly lovely girl I've ever met." "Girl?" Kelly protested. "Look, kid, I'm a thirty-two year old matron. I'm in the process of giving birth to my fourth child. What's this 'girl' shit?" "Because, Kelly Fitzpatrick, you're still only eighteen — the same age I am. Your mother — our mother — is twenty-one ... Maybe!" Susan paused for a few moments and then added, "Darling sister, please be careful! I'll pray for you and for your baby. I can't wait to see it, either." "See it?" Kelly exclaimed. "What's this 'see it' shit? You and Jeff are going to be the little thing's godmother and godfather. It's a damned good thing you two came along when you did. Otherwise, Kevin and I would have to start recycling slightly used sisters and brothers-in-law." When Susan kissed the two children as they were leaving, she gave Johnny a ten-dollar bill. When he looked at it quizzically, she grinned and told him to give it to his mother. "Johnny, tell your mother it's the money she won. Although we've only been married for one day, Jeff told me I'm already a great piece of ass and a really great fuck. Isn't that neat?" ------- Chapter 13 It was three weeks later. New York was starting to get cold in early November, when Susan received a phone call from Andy Taylor. "Daughter, is that useless foreign-born slave of yours still around?" she asked without preamble. "If you mean my beautiful and loving sister, Colette, the answer is yes," Susan replied. "But why do you ask?" "Because, my darling daughter, Saturday night is the night of the New York Cotillion at The Plaza. What do you think about your sister 'coming out'? I would do it for you, too, but you screwed it up: You're already married. And being married is a disqualifying defect for coming out. What do you think?" "Mom, you can't believe how much I love that girl ... and always have. You are going to adopt her, aren't you?" she asked diffidently. "Her adoption will be official early next week," Andy replied, "And so will yours." "Mom, let's do it!" Susan exclaimed. "She's such an incredibly wonderful girl, too. But what do you want me to do?" As they talked Sue couldn't believe that Andy could be over forty years old. Everything about her was so warm, so vibrant ... so young. The two plotted and schemed while Susan had a thoroughly wonderful time. After hanging up the phone, Sue placed a call to Jim Fletcher. When he emerged from surgery and returned it, he howled with laughter when Susan explained what was in store. After assuring her that he would appear, as required, looking appropriately like a penguin in white tie and tails, he hung up still chuckling to himself. The phone call between Andy and Sue triggered an avalanche of activity. Later that evening, Nita and Bill Johnson visited the Collins. When Susan greeted Anita at the door, she was stunned. The girl was almost a duplicate of Andy except her eyes were a startling grey and her hair — basically brown — had every conceivable color streak from brown to platinum blonde running through it. Although Colette, as a naked house slave, was discomfited being seated in the presence of guests, Sue insisted that she join them for cocktails. While appearing to concentrate her attention on Sue, Nita saw enough of Colette to know that the girl could wear absolutely anything and look stunning. Late on Saturday afternoon, Susan prepared a light supper and served it to Colette. The girl's eyebrow went up at the unaccustomed treatment. Susan took her into the shower, scrubbed her body thoroughly, and then put her in the bathtub. Colette never realized that Susan was doing to her what Andy had done for her on her wedding night. Following the soaking in the tub, Sue worked the expensive liquid into the girl's body. Finally, with Colette barely able to stand because her muscles were so relaxed, she led her into her bedroom. There she sat her in front of a mirror and worked with the girl's long chestnut hair, arranging it in a way that featured its body, wave, and lovely red highlights. Standing her up, Sue slipped a beautiful white ball gown over the girl's head, then put on her ruby necklace, bracelet, and ear studs. Just when Colette was about to object, the doorbell rang. Jim Fletcher's timing was utterly perfect. While Colette just stood in the hallway, utterly flabbergasted, Susan took a full-length platinum mink coat from the closet, helped the girl into it, and shoved her out the door. When Jeff reappeared from where he had been hiding, the two raced to get into their own formal wear and ran out the door. Steve Sloan was standing at the car holding the door open while grinning. Jumping in, he started to pull away. "What's so funny, Steve?" Susan asked over the intercom. "You are, Mrs. Collins. You're so utterly, exquisitely, gorgeous, and now you're wearing that magnificent ball gown while the boss is in a real monkey suit. But you both look really great." "Steve Sloan, the name is still Susan, or Sue, or ... I'm still my adorable master's body slave, although now I've graduated to being his great piece of ass and his hot cunt, too. Isn't that neat? But for that matter, Steven Sloan, what about you? Wouldn't you like a nice piece of ass?" Jeff and Susan were both surprised at Steve's reaction. "I was married once, Mrs. Collins," was all he said, but he said it in an utterly dead, flat tone of voice. The two exchanged looks of surprise and dismay. Arriving at the cotillion, they were in time to see Colette making her way down the receiving line. "Darling, she looks so regal!" Susan exclaimed. She was so proud seeing the beautiful girl holding herself erect while her perfect body was revealed by the simplicity of the gown she was wearing. After dancing for a while — Susan loved the way her body fit so beautifully against Jeff's while it felt like they were just floating — the girls were formally introduced to the assembly. Finally they heard, "The next debutante is Colette Dupuis Taylor with her escort, Dr. James P. Fletcher." After what seemed like more than merely polite applause, the remaining debs were presented. Now with all of the young women and their escorts lined up, the committee considered the selection of Debutante of the Year. Often this process became both time consuming and embarrassing to both the committee and the debs as everyone present just stood and waited for an announcement that didn't come. But not this time. A woman went to the microphone and said, "Good evening young ladies, gentlemen, and invited guests of the cotillion. My name is Jane Winslow, and I am first vice-president of the association ... again." Turning towards Andy Taylor she demanded, "Andy Taylor, you're the president of this organization. Why do you always stick me with the job of announcer? You know how I detest speaking in public. Now get your slim tail up here and present the roses, symbolic of her selection as New York's Debutante of the Year, to your daughter, Colette Dupuis Taylor!" While waiting for Andy, Jane continued, "This evening required a special deal. As you know, the origin of debutante balls was a girl's 'coming out'. That means she has been duly determined to be open to offers of marriage. However, as some of you may have noticed, Colette Taylor is wearing a diamond big enough to choke a horse. Clearly, she got a little ahead of things. Not only is she available, her option has already been picked up." The woman grinned and continued, "However, Andy assured us that Colette is still an unpenetrated virgin." Holding her hands up as if for protection she hastened to add, "No, girls! Not to worry. Virginity is not a requirement to be a debutante." Grimacing Jane continued, "Back in the olden days when I was a deb — knights were still on horseback at the time — I was the debutante of the year. However, I remember John fucking me silly all afternoon to keep me from fretting about the ball. Then, after all the champagne I drank, I woke up in his bed the next morning with a headache that wouldn't quit and the sorest cunt and bottom of my life. I may have taken on all the escorts the previous night. But you know what? It wasn't until late that afternoon that I saw a paper and found I was Debutante of the Year. Honest." There was general laughter, but no one knew if Jane was kidding or not. Andy winked and grinned at Jane wickedly. The woman laughed and grinned back. After taking the flowers from her, Andy presented them to Colette and then went to the microphone. "Nothing gives me more pride than to make this award," she began. "You see, just two months ago this gorgeous creature almost died. How? Because, along with her sister, Susan, she drew the pain from the bodies of ten small children all of whom were dying." Tears began to flow from Andy's eyes as she continued, "One of the children was my granddaughter, Caitlin Pierce Fitzpatrick. She's here tonight. Caitie, will you get Susan and join me up here, please." Susan was stunned. This was something completely unexpected. Then Caitie appeared in front of her and held out her hand. Taking her hand the two girls made their way up to the platform. Andy produced a big box which she placed behind the microphone. Caitie stood on it and smiled her incredibly warm and winning smile. "Hi!" she said, "I'm Caitlin Fitzpatrick. I'm here tonight to publicly thank my two newest aunts, Aunt Colette and Aunt Susan, for saving my life and the lives of seven other small children." The smile faded as the memory of her pain came back. "You see, folks, dying really isn't so bad, particularly if you're only a small child. But I guess God was testing us because he gave us a great deal of pain to bear. I called it 'my wonderful pain'. Every day Mommy and I would discuss for whom I should offer my suffering that day. Of course, every day it got worse. Mostly I tried to cheer up the other children. But then at night I guess I screamed and cried in my sleep. Every morning I would apologize to the nurses for making such a commotion." She looked puzzled when she added, "There was something I never understood, though. When I apologized to them, all the nurses ever did was cry. Why do you suppose they did that?" The little girl shook her head and continued, "But then one day Susan appeared. She just knelt down on the floor with us. Then one by one she sat us on her lap and asked about our pain. I don't know how she did it, but somehow she just drew the pain out of our bodies and into her own. After doing it with me I looked into her eyes and saw the intense flame of pain that had been burning brighter and brighter in my own eyes now in hers. Speaking softly, she told me exactly what she was feeling and it was exactly what I had been living with. Except now all my pain was gone. Anyway, she did that with all of the other children and then went home. Later that day Colette held her tightly and drew off half of the terrible pain she was suffering. These two gorgeous young women were delirious with pain for the next three days. Had Colette not drawn off the quantity of pain that she did and when she did, Susan would have died that day because as it was both girls nearly died." Standing up as straight as she could Caitie said, "It was Saint John who wrote in his Gospel, 'Greater love hath no man than he who lays down his life for a friend.' Well," she continued with tears now streaming down her cheeks, "I must be their friend, because Susan Taylor Collins and Colette Dupuis Taylor laid down their lives to save mine." Then, as she totally lost control, she cried, "That's why I adore them so!" Susan just scooped Caitie off the box, set her on the floor, knelt in front of her and wrapped the girl in her arms. "My darling, I love you so!" she exclaimed. Then she just melted her lips against the girl's while an incredible flow of love passed both ways between them. At that moment there was another surprise. A young woman had come up to the stage and positioned herself at the microphone while everyone was focused on Caitie. The girl was five feet eight with black wavy hair, incredibly warm brown eyes and skin the color of light chocolate milk. Wearing a simple ball gown, the girl was utterly magnificent. When she spoke, her voice was musical, rich, and very cultured. "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. My name is Susan White. I'm here tonight as living testimony to the goodness of the Taylor family." As Susan White drew herself up as straight as she could, Sue thought she was regal. Everything about her was so incredibly elegant. Continuing, the girl said, "Thirteen years ago, when I was four years old, my family had a really bad time. First, my father had been in a very serious accident and was hospitalized. Then my mother came down with appendicitis and we almost lost her when her appendix ruptured and peritonitis set in. However, there was one thing that was in our favor: my father's job. You see, he was — and is — a construction worker. The advantage? He works for PHA Construction, the finest company in the world. The Taylors are the principal stockholders. Mr. Taylor is vice-chairman of the board of directors while Mrs. Taylor — Andy — is senior vice president and director of marketing. Aside from being a good-paying company — but construction companies all are — what's different about PHA? The Taylors. "First, they have an intelligence system that's second to none. They just automatically know everything about everyone in the company — particularly if there are problems. Well, with both of my parents in the hospital, I was starting to be scared. That lasted for almost fifteen minutes — at which time the doorbell rang. It was Caitlin's mother, Kelly, there at the door. She'd come over to care for me while Mom and Dad were hospitalized. This was shortly after her being selected as New York's Debutante of the Year, too." The girl looked around and said, "But I'm a black girl. What's a debutante doing at my apartment? Well, first, I'm not sure Kelly knew I was black. For that matter, I'm not sure if she knows it even now. But anyway, I have this gorgeous white girl babysitting for me. But then I really screw things up. I came down with a terrible fever. No one knew what it was, but the thinking was that it was highly contagious. Kelly's life was on the line. "What did she do? She nursed me and cared for me. When my fever was burning, she just stroked my forehead and body with cool compresses. But when it changed to chills she hugged me to her magnificent body and warmed me between her tits. "As I said, the fever was thought to be highly contagious so, of course, Kelly should avoid any close contact with me — like holding me between her tits and kissing me all over. This continued for seventy-two hours! I don't think the girl ever slept. She was just there, taking care of me. When it was all over, I asked if she'd been worried about dying from the fever herself. All she said was we would have gone hand in hand up to the gates of Heaven." Tears were flowing from the lovely girl's eyes as she remembered. "There's one thing I forgot to mention," she interjected. "I was born a cripple. I never had the use of my legs." With her head high she said, "My parents knew about it before I was born, too. But Mommy gave birth to me, anyway. I wasn't just discarded with the garbage as 'a by-product of abortion.' That's quite a name for what's left of a tiny baby, isn't it?" The girl just shook her head. "Anyway, a couple of weeks later my parents took me down to a tavern near where the crew was working. My mother and father were both back home but Daddy still wasn't in shape to go back to work. I hobbled in on my crutches and saw Kelly sitting in a booth with Kevin. When I thanked her for saving my life, do you know what she did? She looked into my eyes and said, 'Sue, aren't you getting kind of tired of those crutches by now? Wouldn't you like to be able to walk, and run and skip like the other little children?'" Now the girl broke down in tears but still held her head high. "I was utterly stunned. I didn't know what to say or do. Well, Kelly got out of the booth, knelt on the floor, hugged me tight and prayed to God asking Him to restore my legs. There was a golden glow that appeared over both of us. It vibrated and got brighter and brighter. Suddenly it exploded! When it did, Kelly was hugging me tightly to protect me, I guess. Anyway, we were both knocked down by the explosion, but I was still safe in her strong arms. "When we came to, my legs were fine. I could walk! A week later I returned to the tavern and asked everyone there to please join me in thanking Almighty God for His miracle and to pray that He bless Kelly and Kevin forever. Again there was that golden glow — I guess God heard my prayer again." The girl was smiling and was utterly beautiful in her happiness. "Is that the end of the story? Almost. You see, that night there was a big dinner-dance sponsored by the United Negro College Fund. Andy Taylor was being honored as their Woman of the Year. Anyway, I so badly wanted to go, but there was nothing for me to wear. That afternoon — it was a Saturday — a special messenger delivered a big box. In it is the most beautiful dress Mommy or I had ever seen ... for me! It was a gift for me from Anita Taylor, Kelly's sister, who is the fashion director at Bergdorf Goodman. Months later we learned that the dress cost $3,000! It was handmade in Ireland and flown in specially for me. Why?" Again tears were streaming from the girl's eyes. "Because it would make a little girl very happy. That's all. It would make me happy. "That night at the dance I was able to publicly thank Kelly for all that she'd done for me. But was that all? Of course not! Kelly spent most of the evening teaching me how to dance. Why? Because it would make a little girl happy." At that the girl broke down completely in tears. Her eyes were closed and she was just groping at the air. Suddenly Kelly was on the podium with her and enfolded the girl in her arms. Everyone could hear the girl bury her face in Kelly's neck and just bawl. When her crying slowed and then stopped, the girl lifted her head and again turned to face the crowd. Now there was a beaming smile in spite of tears that continued to flow. "You see?" she said. "Nothing has changed. I start to cry and, quick as a wink, Kelly is here to hold me, to hug me, to caress me... "But what about now? It really hasn't been easy. I spend a lot of time at the Taylor's. I guess I'm sort of their permanent baby sitter, and there are always lots of babies to sit for. Kelly continues to work with me — on everything! My speech, my handwriting, my reading, my deportment, my manners ... My body! I'm forced to exercise to be like the Taylor women: all muscle and gorgeous skin. Now, as I said, Mrs. Taylor is sponsoring me for this cotillion next year." Again tears came to Susan White's eyes and she continued, "There's one thing I do want to add, though. I often visited Caitlin in the hospital and could see what she called 'my wonderful pain.' I prayed to God to take me in her place, because she's such a truly wonderful little girl. He wouldn't do it. So I can't tell you how grateful I feel to Sue and Colette Taylor for saving this little girl's life. And thank you all for listening to me." As soon as she was off the podium, Andy took her into her arms and proceeded to kiss her with all of her power. Fortunately, Andy had her arms under the girl's shoulders to support her when she fainted from the power of Andy's kisses and her love. ------- Chapter 14 It was two weeks later and close to Thanksgiving. This time it was Susan's chance to get even with Colette for keeping her wedding a secret. The two girls had spent a lot of time preparing for what Colette thought was to be her change of ownership. She was going to Jim Fletcher as his body slave, but the two girls spent a lot of time getting things together for her to bring with her. What everyone else knew was that there was another palatial penthouse just waiting for her to return from her honeymoon. When Susan dragged Colette into the shower and the girl protested, Susan replied, "Do you think for one moment, young lady, that I want Dr. Fletcher to think that my sister — and his new body slave — is a slob? Good grief!" After working on her body Susan fixed her hair in another very impressive arrangement similar to the one she had had at the cotillion. All the time, though, Sue arranged it so Colette couldn't see herself in a mirror. Finally, she slipped a bridal gown over her head and in an instant slipped into a blue dress that featured her own blue eyes, then rushed the girl out the door. Again, Steve Sloan was waiting at the car. When they reached the church, while Susan arranged her veil, Colette was dumbfounded to find Jack Taylor, her brand-new father, waiting for her. "Isn't this a hell of a note?" he complained. "You only became my daughter four weeks ago, and I'm giving you away already." "What's happening, Daddy?" the girl asked softly. "Please tell me." "My beloved Colette, today you're becoming Mrs. James Paterson Fletcher. Jim is taking you as his wife, my darling. Does that please you?" At that instant Jack Taylor decided it was impossible for a person to be happier than Colette was at that instant. She was utterly joyous. Then she asked diffidently, "Daddy, is ... is ... is Mommy going to be with me tonight? The way she was with Sue? I would utterly love it if she would be." The music began just as Jack said Andy was just waiting to be asked. "Pumpkin, absolutely nothing would please your mother more than for you to ask her to be with you for your defloration." Again, Caitlin was serving as a flower girl. She pointed out that she was now well-practiced in the rôle. The wedding mass unfolded and finally, after the exchange of vows, she was Mrs. James Fletcher. Again the reception was at the Taylor's. Now that Colette accepted the reality of her marriage, it was very funny. As a French girl she took great pride in coming to Jim with a dowry — a dot — of $100 million. Sticking her tongue out at Susan she said, "You didn't come to Jeff with nearly that much money!" "With my beauty, I didn't need to," Sue retorted, sticking her tongue out, too. The two girls just howled with laughter. They discussed their plans for the immediate future. Because it had all been a secret from Colette, the others delighted in her excitement. Early in the afternoon, they even slipped into Levi's and went over to see their new apartment along with Kelly who had supervised the decorating. Colette was utterly speechless with joy. Then, upon their return to the Taylor's, Jim diffidently revealed his plans for the honeymoon. "My darling," he said, "I thought we might honeymoon in Paris. Would you like that? I have a suite reserved for us at the Hotel Ritz. What do you think?" "What do I think?" she screamed. "What does my darling and so-generous husband think I would think? My love, that's the finest hotel in Paris. And we have a suite? My darling, it's utterly superb. But why, my dearest?" "Honey, I didn't really think it through. But I guess what I was thinking about was the fact that your parents threw you out on the street after you had been so terribly beaten. Susan told me it was because of your punishment coupled with the masses of scar tissue. They were convinced that it would be impossible for you to make a good marriage." With a grin he continued, "Well, I like to think of myself as a good catch for a poor little girl who didn't even graduate from high school. So anyway, my darling, we have a Rolls-Royce limousine at our disposal for the three weeks we'll be in Paris. I thought we might pay a visit to your parents. You could wear your rubies or your emeralds, along with your platinum mink. Then your new sister, Anita, has made arrangements with the finest couturiers in Paris for private showings so you might even have a dress or two to show off to your former parents. But, my darling, whatever you wear, I want it to show lots of your skin. In fact, do you know what I would really like?" Colette had been studying him closely. In addition to being madly, desperately in love, she found that they were so closely attuned to each other, they even thought alike. She said, "I don't know, beloved master, but I know what I would like to do. I would like to wear my emeralds, my mink, and heels. My darling, I'm now so proud of my body and so used to being naked, I would utterly love it! And you do like my little bush, don't you? I'll comb it the way I did that afternoon with you. What do you think?" "I think it would be great!" he exclaimed. Then he winked and added, "Besides, as a plastic surgeon, I'll just be displaying my handiwork." The two were scheduled to leave the following day on the Concorde to Paris. ------- With Colette and Jim off on their honeymoon, things were very quiet around the apartment. Jeff and Susan now realized the degree to which Colette had truly brightened things for everyone. Then, on a day when Steve Sloan was off, they invited the Duncans up to visit. Ellie Duncan was the Taylor maid, while Sam Duncan was the chauffeur and butler. He had retired from the Army as a senior master sergeant. When the doorbell sounded, Jeff and Susan both went to the door. Greeting the Duncans they were impressed by how youthful they both appeared. The fact was they had two young children, a boy, eight, and a girl, four. At the same time they were grandparents to Dave and Sally Wilson's four children whose ages overlapped their own. "How do you do it, Ellie Duncan?" Susan demanded. "How can you be a grandmother and look younger than I do?" "Younger? I doubt that very much," the woman replied. "How do I do it? Ask Andy. She does it for all of us." When they were all seated in the living room, Susan served tea. As she did, Ellie looked at Sam and then said, "Susan and Jeff, we can't tell you what a thrill this is for us today. To be guests of yours in this ... this palace, and to be served tea ... It's just so incredibly elegant. Thank you so much." Then holding her head high, Ellie said, "I should have warned you, though. I was a stripper when I met Sam. That's what I did for a living. If you knew that, I'm sure you never would have invited us." "You were?" Susan exclaimed. "Ellen Duncan, you've been holding out on me. How long will it take you to make me into an adequate stripper? Although we haven't been married that long, Jeff has been seeing my naked body for months. Finally I realized what the nudists discovered years and years ago: the naked human body is really sort of dull. So anyway, if you teach me how to strip I could spice things up a bit for him." "Susan Collins, your body... dull? Hah! You're golden perfection on a par with Andy Taylor. And, as you know, I worship the ground that woman walks on. Dull? Phooey!" Then with a very alert look she continued, "But there was a purpose beyond the purely social for having us over today. What is it?" Susan and Jeff exchanged looks. Then she grinned at Ellie, stuck out the tip of her tongue, but then nodded her head quickly. "You're right, Ellie," she admitted. "It's also why we invited you to come when you did. Incidentally, you're also our guests here for dinner, as well. What we want you to do, though is 'sing for your supper.' Specifically, we would like you to tell us about Steve Sloan. What happened?" This time the Duncans exchanged looks. Then Sam, who was a giant, standing six feet two but almost as wide, looked down at his hands. When he looked up again, Jeff and Susan were startled to see that there were tears in his eyes. "It was more than fifteen years ago in Vietnam," the big man began. "Steve Sloan was a captain in the Rangers. He had succeeded to command of Alpha Company, First Ranger Battalion, when Ken Carlson was wounded. "Anyway, there was this gorgeous female correspondent who Steve met in Saigon. After a whirlwind courtship they were married. Shortly afterward, Steve was captured. The enemy knew we had hidden bases and supply points all through their territory. They wanted them out of business and they knew that Steve knew where they all were. They were also smart enough to know that they couldn't possibly force him to talk, regardless of what they might do to him. But they also knew he had recently married." Now tears were flowing from the big man's eyes. "She — her name was Susan, too — was utterly gorgeous. She had the most beautiful brown hair and warm brown eyes I've ever seen. Anyway, the VC kidnaped her and brought her to where they were holding Steve." Swallowing hard he said, "They spent three days torturing that girl to death. Each day, they had Steve make love to her. The first time was when she was brought in. Except for being in public, it was great. The second day, her skin was in strips, but still she wanted Steve inside. By the third day, she had no eyes — they had poked them out — no ears, no tits..." Now he was crying uncontrollably. "They cooked her tits and made Steve eat one while Sue ate the other. Do you know what she did? She said her tit was delicious. Her tits had been broiled and she actually exclaimed how juicy and perfectly-prepared the one served to her was. She only hoped the one served to Steve was as good. 'My darling, ' she said, 'I always talked about serving you one of my tits for breakfast, and now I really am. Isn't it neat?' The enemy almost died when, after screaming as they sliced off both of her tits, she asked them please to give Steve her right one. She thought it was the better of the two. "When they were about to poke out her second eye she asked to be looking at Steve when they did. She wanted her last sight on earth to be her beloved husband. After fainting from the pain, she recovered and told Steve that the sight of him would accompany her to Heaven. Then all she kept doing was telling Steve how much she loved him and not to say anything to the enemy. She wouldn't allow him to talk! Can you believe it? That's the girl Steve married." At that point Ellie sat across Sam's lap, cradled his face between her hands and just melted her lips to his as his tears flowed uncontrolled down his cheeks. When they broke the kiss, Ellie picked up the narrative. "Steve escaped that night. When he got back to the base, he got his men together and told them what had happened." With a mirthless smile she said softly, "The bastards never had a chance. When the Rangers finished, there were just pieces of them. They made them reveal what they had done with Susan Sloan's body. They had just thrown it away. The men recovered it — and got sick when they saw how she had been so foully tortured. When they returned to Saigon, Steve just resigned his commission and brought Susan's body back to the States for burial." The woman swallowed hard and added, "His escape was part of the problem, you see. Steve always knew he could escape easily, but didn't want to leave Susan. Afterwards, he was second-guessing himself thinking that she wouldn't have been tortured to death if he hadn't still been there. Can you believe the torments that poor guy has put himself through?" The beautiful woman just shook her head and continued, "After that, things are a bit vague. We don't know a lot for sure. We think poor Steve just cracked up. There was a rumor that he spent some time in a mental hospital. He probably did — the poor guy was a real basket case. One thing is very clear: He avoids any position in which he's responsible for anyone else." She melted her lips against Sam's again, then gracefully rose from his lap and sat down again beside him. Sam picked up the narrative. "It's such a stinking shame, too. You'd never know it, but Steven Sloan graduated number one in his class at West Point and was a Rhodes Scholar at Oxford where he got a Ph.D. in only one year. The guy is unbelievable. Then when he met Susan, everyone who knew them were utterly overjoyed. Those two were made for each other. They were so deeply, passionately in love with each other that we would go out and just watch them together. Everyone near them was happy because so much of their happiness just spilled over on the rest of us." He shook his head sadly and said, "But now?" He just sadly shook his head. Then he smiled warmly at Susan and said, "The fact is, ma'am, you're helping him. Honestly, you are. He has decided that you're one of the world's finest people." He grinned at her and added, "Of course he knew the day you first appeared with Mr. Collins that you were going to be his wife. Steve thought it was the neatest thing he had ever seen." His face became solemn as he added, "The day he brought you back from the hospital — when you almost died — he spent the next thirty-six hours straight in a church praying for you, Susan. He prayed for God please to take him and reunite him with his beloved Susan. That's all he did, ma'am: He just prayed." Susan and Jeff were utterly stunned at the revelation regarding Steve. Their chauffeur was one of the most brilliant men in the whole country. After their tea, and after Ellie complimented Susan on the beauty, elegance, and taste of her marvelous tea sandwiches, the foursome undressed and went out to the pool to swim laps. Although it was nearly December, the pool was heated. After the swim they all went into the sauna and steamed. With the Duncans nude on the bench, the Collins looked at them in amazement. Ellie was lying on a bench using Sam's huge thigh as a pillow. Her body was utterly magnificent. When Susan asked how old she was, Ellie giggled and replied that she was almost fifty. Then, after exchanging massages, they dressed for dinner, had cocktails and another magnificent dinner that Susan prepared and served. As the evening was winding down, Ellie took her glass of wine, raised it and said, "I would like to offer a toast. To Susan and Jeffrey Collins: You are the most magnificent young couple it has ever been our good fortune to meet. Thank you for inviting us." Sam and Ellie drank the toast and then she continued, "While we were dressing this evening, Sam commented how wonderful you people are. First, of course, we're black." She smiled warmly and added, "It's entirely appropriate that you're another of Andy's daughters because she's truly color-blind, too. But in addition, I'm an uneducated stripper and Sam only completed high school in the Army with a general equivalency diploma. And yet ... you really wanted us to come and visit. Why?" "What books are you reading, now Ellie?" Susan asked. "What books are open on your night table?" The woman just shook her head. "Come on, Ellie, you can tell us. What are you reading?" "We just finished King Lear," she said in a voice scarcely above a whisper. "Tonight ... tonight we're going to read Hamlet." "'We'" Susan persisted. "What do you mean by 'we'?" "Sam and I read the plays together. We each have copies and we take turns. One will read the play while the other follows the explanatory notes. Then we discuss it for its meaning." "Why?" Susan asked. "Because," she said softly. Then she held her head up straight and added, "Because we don't want our children to be ashamed of their parents. Just because I'm a maid and Sam is a butler is no reason..." "Just because their father is one of the bravest men who ever served in the Armed Forces of the United States — a man who personally has received more decorations for gallantry than most combat battalions. Just because their mother is the most beautiful, the smartest, most loving, most caring person God ever put on this earth — a woman who is good enough for her hero-husband. Respect? Duncans, I'll bet your children — and your grandchildren — utterly adore you, don't they?" "I guess it's 'cause we spoil them..." Sam said very softly. "You sure do, don't you," Sue persisted. "That's why your children brag that you spank them so hard they literally can't sit down. And that's among a group of children all of whom are regularly disciplined, right? Spoil them, indeed! Hah!" Then Jeff suddenly changed the subject. Looking down the table at Susan he said, "My darling slave, we have a problem." "What is it, beloved master?" she replied. "Can I help you in any way?" "Yes, and I think Ellie can, too, if she would be willing." Looking at Susan he asked, "Do you remember the first night we met? Do you remember the arrangements?" "Beloved master, I was so upset I don't remember anything. Other than the wonderful way in which you striped my body that night." She sighed loudly then looked at Ellie and said in feigned confidentiality, "That was when he was young and virile and maintained discipline. I just shed a tear and was slapped across the face. For being a bit overweight? Twenty lashes with a bull whip, each of which drew blood." Shaking her head she continued, "But now? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I've even addressed my beloved master by his Christian name. Am I thrown up against the whipping post and given fifty lashes, well laid on? Of course not! I get nothing. He ... he's about to get rid of me. I can tell. He doesn't even care any more!" With that she pretended to break down, put her head on her folded arms and seemed to bawl. Sitting at the opposite end of the table, Jeff quietly applauded her performance and then said, "Are you done yet?" Susan lifted her head from the table, grinned, stuck out her tongue and said, "I guess so ... For now, anyway. But what about that wonderful night when you demonstrated your regard?" "Darling, I loaned Simon Anthony $500,000. In return, he gave you to me as my slave. But, darling, the money was only a loan. Interest at the rate of 12 percent is payable semiannually. Six months were up almost six weeks ago, and I've received nothing. Simon owes me $30,000. But beyond that, there's an accelerator provision in the loan. If interest isn't paid on time, I have the right to demand payment on the entire loan, in full!" Grinning, he continued, "Here is my idea: We'll invite the Anthonys over here for dinner." Turning to Ellie he asked, "Could you possibly come over and serve? We'll schedule it at your convenience, and pay you..." "You'll pay me nothing, Jeffrey Collins!" Ellie exclaimed. "I don't work for friends for money." Then she grinned and asked sweetly, "Can I wear my favorite serving uniform?" "Say no, Jeff!" Sam quickly interjected. "Ellie's favorite uniform is a big white bow set on the back of her head and a tiny white one in her silken pubic hair. That's all. While it's ... attractive ... I don't think it's the sort of thing you have in mind for the evening, is it?" "Lusting after Ellie's gorgeous body is far more entertainment than Simon Anthony deserves," Jeff agreed. "My darling Ellie, you've heard your lord and master." But then with a sexy leer, he added, "Of course, some afternoon when Susan is having her hair done..." "Jeff Collins, you're a real friend!" Sam Duncan exclaimed. "You might not believe this, but Ellie and I were married for nearly fifteen years before I found out I had married a nymphomaniac." Looking sorrowful, Sam continued, "You know, I was so happy when Sally married Dave Wilson. He's so big and strong, with huge balls. He was going to help me with Ellie." He sadly shook his head and continued, "But would you believe it? He can't! Honest. He just can't. The problem is our daughter, Sally. She just loves nice fresh cum. But the only way she can be sure Dave's cum is nice and fresh is to drain him dry twice a day, every day. And she does, too." Sam Duncan appeared fearful as he continued, "You won't believe these Duncan women, though. Listening to poor Dave Wilson tell it..." Sam just shook his head sadly and continued, "Each night Sally figures out how many episodes Dave will be good for. Then she uses her legal brain — she was Assistant Attorney General of the United States in charge of the Civil Rights Division before marrying him — to figure out the most appropriate way to do it." Again Sam paused and shook his head. "Sally is sort of like The Arabian Nights of sex. She has 1,001 ways of making love. I'm sure you'll agree that our son-in-law is a shoo-in for the Pro Football Hall of Fame. You know why he's going to make it? It's Sally, again. First, she read somewhere that an athlete performs better is he has been sexually satisfied prior to his performance. Well," Sam said with a big grin, "I can assure you that David Wilson is very satisfied. "The other thing is training camp. Most of the players hate it. They're away from their families. Dave? He loves it! The two-a-days are a joy compared to the workout he gets from Sally at home. But then at the end of camp? Sally won't let him out of the bedroom until he's completely drained. One time they didn't eat for three days! Sally just subsisted on David's cum. Poor Dave lost almost fifteen pounds!" Sam grinned and concluded, "But anyway, Jeff, this was a very long way around for me to tell you that I would be delighted to have the help. Anytime you want to borrow Ellie to warm your bed, just holler. I'll send her right over." Ellie looked at Susan and said, "See what you have to look forward to? Discarded like a worn-out dishrag. Given to any Tom, Dick, or Harry that comes along. And we're supposed to just take it like good, loyal wives." She took a deep breath, then sniffed and said, "Oh, well..." With that she rose, went to the head of the table and sat down across Jeff's lap. First, she faced him, untied his tie and unfastened his collar. Then, seemingly oblivious to his size, Ellie removed his dinner jacket, then his shirt, and finally his T-shirt. While still sitting on his lap she unzipped the back of her dress and folded the bodice down baring her magnificent breasts. After running her fingers through his thick and coarse chest hair, she then gently rubbed her fully-engorged nipples against it and made warm sounds deep in her body as she did. Then, taking his head in both of her hands, she tipped it to one side and then proceeded to kiss him. When Jeff passed out from the sheer power of her love and unleashed passion, she casually rose, zipped up her dress, returned to her seat, and sat down. Then with her eyes bright she turned to Sam and said, "All right, my darling husband. If you wish me to ... service ... Mister Collins, it's all right with me." Susan was sitting at the other end of the table howling with laughter. ------- Chapter 15 When Barbara Anthony heard about the invitation to dine with Jeffrey Collins at his penthouse, a chill ran down her spine, although for the life of her she couldn't figure out why she reacted as she did. Normally, she would have been instructed to go to the store and buy a new dress, but these were not normal times. Simon was broke, and she knew it. For some reason it didn't bother her. For that matter nothing did anymore. Wryly, she realized that for several years now, she'd been existing ... or, perhaps, she'd ceased to exist. All she did was whatever Simon told her to do: she was numb. She found being numb was so much easier than thinking for herself, let alone fighting him. Barbara was thirty-two years old and had been married to Simon for eight years. Although she was five feet eight inches tall, she appeared to be much shorter. In part it was her terrible posture — she was chronically hunched over — and in part it was her desire to minimize her apparent height. Simon Anthony was only five feet six. Graduating from Indiana University as a history major, she'd come to New York City to work. Somehow, she was referred by an employment agency to Simon Anthony and he had hired her. Because she was very fat — she weighed 185 pounds — and very shy, she'd had no social life. So when Simon started to take her out, it was the path of least resistance. After they married, he totally dominated her and everything about her. She wore what he told her to wear, even though his taste in clothing was awful and his taste in women's wear was even worse. Periodically, he would give her a clipping he had torn out of some publication showing a different hairdo, and she made her hair over to match. On average, she guessed, she changed her hair coloring at least twice a year. And yet she realized that the single word that could best characterize her existence was "numb." She was just numb and unfeeling. Her last warm human contact disappeared when Susan went away. Idly, she wondered what had happened to the poor girl. Maybe she'll be cooking and serving tonight, Barbara thought. Now she and Simon were in a private elevator car being swept silently up to the Collins penthouse atop this giant New York skyscraper. The elevator car itself was remarkable, she thought. It was so quiet and elegant in operation. It was completely paneled in furniture-grade cherry. There was a very comfortable-looking upholstered bench against the elevator's back wall with a mirror behind it and in the corner of the car there was a small vase with some fresh-cut holly. When the car smoothly came to a stop, the doors opened silently and the two stepped out into a hallway that was really more like a continuation of the elevator car. Again there was fresh holly reflecting the Christmas motif. It was early December, after all. For some reason she was fearful as Simon rang the doorbell. The door was opened wide and Barbara almost fainted. She found herself looking at the most beautiful black girl she'd ever seen. She had dark wavy hair, the warmest, friendliest brown eyes Barbara had ever seen, with an utterly exquisite face and features. The woman just reeked of refinement. "Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Anthony!" she greeted them warmly. "Won't you please come in? The master and mistress are waiting to greet you in the living room, if you'll come with me." Turning to a black giant beside her she said softly, "Sam, would you please take the Anthonys' coats?" The giant helped her off with her coat and then held it while he took Simon's. The costume the maid was wearing was utterly unbelievable. While the butler was in perfect white tie and tails, the maid was wearing the tiniest white costume imaginable. It had a white ballerina skirt that reached only a few inches below her crotch. When she turned, it spun out straight revealing the tiniest white lace bikini and the most perfectly sized and shaped legs Barbara had ever seen on a woman. Now as she led the way, she realized that the uniform had no back. While it swept up in front in two bands just wide enough to cover her nipples while fully revealing the perfect shape of her tits, it came up to a wing collar with which she was wearing a perfectly-tied black bow tie. In the back, though, it dropped down to reveal the top two inches of the crease between her perfect little buns. Walking through the apartment, Barbara was overwhelmed. It was the most luxurious, and at the same time, the most comfortable home she could imagine. It just exuded sheer warmth and ... and ... love! My God! That's it, she realized. This apartment just reeks of the purest love. But how can that possibly be? Entering the living room, the maid stood aside and said softly, "Master and mistress, Mr. and Mrs. Anthony." Barbara's attention was immediately drawn to Jeffrey Collins. He's so incredibly handsome, Barbara thought. But he looks so different, somehow. What is it, I wonder? Looking at him she was puzzled. He was wearing a black dinner jacket and was in unrelieved black and white. He had first attracted her attention because he had stepped forward to shake hands politely with Simon. When he stepped back and his companion was revealed, things became so much clearer. The woman beside him was the most beautiful person alive. She was very tall and slender with the most magnificent golden hair, brilliant blue eyes, and utterly perfect figure imaginable. She was wearing a white cocktail dress along with diamonds at her neck, ears and wrist. No wonder he's so happy, she thought. But that's it! That's what's so different now. Jeff Collins is so happy he could just float away. But sharing his bed with the beauty beside him would make anyone happy. Then she looked hard and blurted, "Susan? Susan Andrews? Is it you?" "Yes, it is, Mrs. Anthony," the girl responded in the incredibly warm voice that Barbara immediately remembered. "And I'm still Jeffrey's body slave, the rôle you sold me into earlier this year. Do you remember?" "My darling," Jeff interjected, "you're also my wife." "That doesn't count, Jeffrey. That was only so you could have access to my cunt. You wouldn't fuck me until we were married, so I went through with the ceremony just so you'd finally do me. And, Jeffrey Collins, now that you've taken me in every possible opening, am I not a really great piece of ass? Don't I have a really hot cunt? Am I not a really great fuck?" Taking her into his arms he melted his lips to hers and then murmured, "Yes, yes, and yes. And I love my adorable slave." As soon as they took seats — the Anthonys sat on the sofa while the Collins seated themselves in the flanking side chairs — the enormous black butler reappeared to take drink orders. Simon and Jeff asked for martinis, while Susan ordered a glass of white wine for Barbara and club soda with a lime for herself. "Why only that?" Barbara asked. "Two reasons," Susan replied with a warm smile. "First, since I'm not yet nineteen, I'm still over two years away from a legal drink. Second, Jeff doesn't need to ply me with alcohol to get me into his bed ... and without it, I feel everything he does to me so much more. I don't need or want any of my senses to be anaesthetized." When the drinks had been served, the maid reappeared passing trays of hors d'oeuvres. Looking at them, Barbara realized they were the most perfect things in both appearance and taste she'd ever encountered. "Where did these come from?" she asked, thinking that they must have come from some gourmet catering organization. "The kitchen," the maid replied with a smile. "Mrs. Collins made them this afternoon. They're truly scrumptious, aren't they?" Then lowering her voice so that only Barbara could hear her she added, "As usual, she prepared the entire dinner, as well. All I do is serve it." Looking at Susan who was sitting close beside her Barbara just shook her head slowly and said, "Susan Collins, you're utterly incredible! You're the most beautiful young woman in the whole world. I can't tell you how happy I am for you." She grinned warmly and added, "You may be Jeff's slave, but if so, slavery truly becomes you." Susan had been looking at Barbara Anthony and getting more and more disgusted. In fact, she was about to scrap the plan she and Jeff had previously developed. But then the woman grinned. Suddenly there was life and warmth in her face that Susan had never seen before. To be sure, she was certainly a fat slob — there was no other word for it — but maybe, just maybe, their plan could work. Mentally, Sue crossed her fingers. It was Steve Sloan's night off so the arrangements she'd earlier made with him couldn't easily be changed. Looking around, Barbara saw a Christmas tree in the next room and commented on the beautifully wrapped gifts that were under it. Hearing her comment, Jeffrey interrupted his conversation with Simon and said, "Susan is having a little party next week for eight small children, ranging in age from five to nine years old. You see, she saved their lives a few months ago, although almost at the cost of her own. She's having them all over here for a little Christmas party" Jeff smiled warmly and added, "Colette will be back from her honeymoon then, too, and will also be coming. She's absolutely great with young children!" Looking at Susan with her eyes wide, she asked softly, "Mrs. Collins, what did you do? How did you save their lives?" "It happened before I became Mrs. Collins," Susan replied. "I visited the Children's Hospital with Jeff. While there I met some young children, all of whom were dying. Moreover, they were all suffering great pain. All I did was to ask God to let me take their pain into my own body, and he allowed me do it. Later my life was saved by my best friend who's now my sister." The smile on Susan's face was the warmest, most loving smile Barbara had ever seen as she continued, "That's Colette who Jeff mentioned a moment ago. She called yesterday from Paris where she and Jim Fletcher are honeymooning and we talked for a long time. Now she's so exquisitely happy! It couldn't possibly happen to a nicer girl." "Your sister?" Barbara asked. "How can that be? You're an only child, if I remember correctly." "Your memory is accurate," Sue responded. "But Colette and I were both adopted by Andy Taylor." Then she looked at Barbara, took her hand and said softly, "You may have saved my life. I just remembered that Colette called you and you told her how to reach me. Had she not, I would have died. So I guess I owe you my life, Mrs. Anthony." Barbara just shook her head in wonder. "Colette? Do you mean that poor girl who was tortured at your school?" When Susan just nodded she continued, "I'm sorry. I guess I didn't make the connection before." Then she asked, "Did I hear you mention that you were adopted by Andy Taylor..." Her eyes widened and she murmured, "Do you mean ... Andrea Pierce Taylor?" With a big grin Susan said, "She'll kill you dead if you ever call her Andrea — or 'Drea, for that matter — but yes, that's her." "But Susan, she's the wealthiest woman in the world!" "And the warmest, the funniest, the most loving, the kindest ... Mrs. Anthony, she is feminine perfection. That's all. Just perfection." Barbara had noticed that the butler kept refreshing Simon's drink. He was now on at least his third martini, and they were large and very strong. Jeff Collins had taken no more than a few sips from his, while Susan seemed actually to savor her plain club soda. Suddenly Barbara realized something about Susan: She savored everything. She savors life, the woman thought, and she certainly deserves it. Then Barbara realized that the white wine she was drinking was like nothing she'd ever tasted. When she asked, Susan quietly told her it was a grand cru Chablis. She was still ruminating when dinner was announced. Entering the dining room was like stepping into the setting of a formal dinner photographed for a bridal magazine. Everything was utterly perfect. Moreover, Susan presided over the meal like a queen. This girl is a modern Cinderella, Barbara thought. Simon tried to keep her as a scullery maid, but the handsome prince found her and rescued her ... My God! she thought. It's true! After what was undoubtedly the finest meal she'd ever eaten in her life, coffee and cognac were served and the table was cleared. At that point Jeff moved his chair slightly so he could focus directly on Simon Anthony. "Simon," he said, "today is December 4th. On October 15th, you were supposed to make an interest payment to me of $30,000. It was not made. So tonight I want $530,000. "You want... what?" he exclaimed. Anthony did, in fact, have a check in his pocket for the $30,000 interest payment, but he'd had to scrape to come up with that. "I want $530,000," Jeff replied simply. "Perhaps you haven't read the accelerator clause recently. It provides that if interest isn't paid on time, the creditor — me — can demand payment of the entire note. I'm demanding." Then he looked a little apologetic and said, "Technically, I'm not. Susan is. You see, when we were married, to try to make up to her for the tortures and torments of her slavery, I signed over all of my assets to her." At that point Jeff looked up at the ceiling and seemed to ponder something. Then with a grin he looked down the table at Susan and said, "My darling slave, guess what?" "What, beloved master?" she replied. "You own ... yourself! Isn't that neat? My darling, you own all of my assets. And my most valuable asset of all is you. So, my darling scrumptious slave girl, you own yourself." Susan seemed to think about it for a moment but then said, "Master, can we keep it quiet, please? After all, I was just reinstated into the body-slaves union — and I was even elected the first vice president. I would hate to lose it all on some dumb technicality." Then she smiled warmly and added, "And thank you so much, beloved master, for your lovely testimonial letter. It was your letter that got me reinstated. Thank you, beloved sir, for certifying me to the union as a truly hot cunt and a great piece of ass. You can't believe how wonderful it made me feel." While Jeff turned his attention back to Simon, Barbara whispered to Susan, "You're teasing, aren't you? I mean ... all this business about a body-slaves union... ?" "Teasing?" Susan whispered back. "Of course not! And now, as first vice-president, I'm in line to become president, someday, too!" Then she winked at Barbara and grinned. Suddenly, Barbara just felt warm and wonderful. Then she heard the conversation across the table and almost became ill. "I assume you don't have $530,000," Jeff said quietly. When Simon just shook his head, Jeff continued, "My wife is prepared to make you an offer. She'll forgive the October 15 interest payment, and the payment due on April 15, next year. Now isn't that great?" "What do I have to do to make it happen?" Simon asked suspiciously. "Not much," Jeff replied. "Just sell your wife into slavery. You see, in spite of all we said earlier, Sue insists she's still my slave. But anyway, this place is really very big — the Duncans — Ellen and Sam who are serving tonight — are friends. They don't work for us. They just came over to help out." Then Jeff called to the Duncans and asked them to come into the dining room. Turning to Barbara he asked, "Mrs. Anthony, please look at Ellen Duncan carefully." Turning to Ellie he asked, "Ellie, would you mind standing beside her chair? I want her to be able to touch you all over." Then to Barbara he said, "Mrs. Anthony, now you have your freedom on the line. If you can answer one question correctly, you're free to go. Otherwise, you become Susan's slave. Do you want to play?" Turning to her husband, Barbara said, "I have no choice, do I? If I don't play, I become Susan's slave anyway, don't I?" Simon just nodded. Surprising herself, Barbara sat up straight in the chair and threw her shoulders back. "I'm ready to play, Mr. Collins. What's the question?" Sitting up straight for the first time Susan was able to see that Barbara apparently had beautifully-shaped breasts. "The question, Mrs. Anthony, is how old is Ellen Duncan? An answer within five years will be considered accurate. The determination will be by her driver's license. Is that acceptable?" When Barbara nodded, he added, "You may do anything to Ellie you wish. And she's a truly luscious female." Swallowing hard, Barbara looked at the woman. Then she reached out and slid her hand under the front of the costume and placed it on her left tit. She caressed it and then squeezed it gently. It was utterly perfect: round and very firm with its nipple fully engorged. She repeated it with her ass cheeks and then slid her finger up her slit. Initially she was surprised to find there was no pubic hair at all except for what felt like a dense, silky patch above her slit. The instant her finger touched the black woman's slit her love juices started to run. Then, in spite of what was on the line, she roared with laughter when, without moving her body, Ellie looked over her shoulder at Susan and said, "Mrs. Collins, I am, too, toilet trained. But I can't help it if this woman causes my love juices to run down my legs. It's all her fault, ma'am, not mine!" Then looking down at Barbara she asked, "Are you having fun?" Standing up, Barbara surprised herself by responding, "Yes. As a matter of fact, I'm having a lot of fun. Mrs. Duncan, you're one of God's most perfect pieces of work." Then she took the woman into her arms and kissed her. Initially there was no reaction. But just an instant later, there was the most wonderful flow of love and joy Barbara could imagine. When she released Ellie, Barbara was reeling. Ellie held her for a few moments while she regained her balance. Sitting down again she looked at Jeff and said, "Ellen Duncan is twenty-three years old. Since I have a five-year spread, that covers me from eighteen to twenty-eight." Turning to Ellen she asked, "Mrs. Duncan, how old are you?" Ellie just motioned to Sam who went into the kitchen to retrieve her purse. Giving it to her, she took out her driver's license and gave it to Barbara without comment. Then she pulled out a set of photographs and just waited. Barbara looked at the license and saw Ellen's smiling face. A remarkably good picture, she thought. Then she looked at the date of birth, did a double take, and almost vomited as a wave of nausea swept over her. "My God! This is utterly impossible. This license says you're... fifty years old!" "Shh! Not so damned loud," Ellie protested. "Do you have to advertise it to the whole world. Good grief!" Then she smiled warmly and said, "Would you like to see some pictures? Like all grandmothers I carry pictures of my grandchildren. Of course, Sam and I are sort of funny because we have grandchildren older than our children. Our youngest — Sam's and mine — is Karen. She's only four. Our oldest grandchild, David, junior, is twelve now. He's so big and strong! Just like his daddy." Looking at Barbara she asked, "Do you follow professional football at all?" When Barbara just shook her head, Ellie said, "Then I guess you've never heard of our son-in-law, David Wilson, have you?" Although Barbara didn't pay any attention to professional football, David Wilson had become to football what Babe Ruth was to baseball: everybody knew of him — including Barbara. Then she asked, "Mrs. Duncan, how old is Mr. Duncan?" "Oh, he's an old man," Ellie replied. "He's fifty-five, and retired from the Army. But he really is in fairly decent shape, don't you think? But, Mrs. Anthony, his cock is so huge! As long as we've been making love together, he still stretches my insides. It's so utterly great! And now? Now we have a bathtub the size of a small swimming pool. Sam takes me in the tub where we're both supported by the water. It's just so neat!" Shaking her head, Barbara just said softly, "I give up. Mrs. Duncan, you and your husband have obviously found the fountain of youth." Turning to Susan she said, "Mrs. Collins, I am now your slave. What happens now?" "Slave Barbara, we're planning on getting you an uncontested divorce from Simon next week. Is that satisfactory?" "Of course, Mistress," she replied. "But what do I do now? I know nothing about being a slave." "Ellen Duncan will get you started," Susan replied. Turning to her black friend she said, "Ellie, would you please take Barbara Anthony out to the kitchen and prepare her for her slavery. When she's ready, bring her back here, please." ------- Chapter 16 Ellen Duncan looked down at Barbara and said softly, "Will you come with me, please?" Moving as if in a trance, she slid her chair back, rose to her feet and followed the woman out to the kitchen. There she found the black giant carefully putting away the silver. His wife said quietly but very firmly, "Now strip. Take off every garment you're wearing." "But ... but ... but your husband..." " ... has seen far more beautiful naked white women than you, lady, and he hasn't raped a single one. And looking at you, I really think he's far more likely to get sick than get amorous." Barbara unzipped her gown and stepped out of it. Now she realized that it wasn't a question of modesty. Rather, she didn't want the incredible ugliness of her body to be revealed. Nevertheless, looking into Ellen's eyes, she realized they were now cold — and impatient. She slipped off her foundation garment and stepped out of her pants. Then she had to sit down on the floor to unroll her stockings. Tears were flowing freely down her cheeks but now she was naked. She just sat on the floor with her knees up as close to her chin as her obesity permitted. "What about the rest?" Ellie asked. "The rest? What 'rest?'" Barbara asked, genuinely puzzled. "That," Ellie replied pointing to a string protruding from her cunt. "But ... but ... but that's my tampon," she explained. "Surely you can't ... I mean ... My period just started..." "Take it out," Ellen said coldly. "I'll give you an old dish rag you can roll and stuff up your cunt. Now take it out! Now!" "But in the bathroom..." "There's no bathroom for you, slave." Pointing to the corner where a galvanized pail was sitting she said, "That's your bathroom. Now take it out!" Barbara knelt on the floor with her knees spread and pulled the tampon out. When it came, it released some of her menstrual flow which dripped on the floor. Ellen gave her an old damp dish rag which she rolled and stuffed into her cunt. She was about to get a cloth to wipe up the mess when Ellen told her to use her tongue. "Lap it up. It won't kill you," she said. Bending over, Barbara was glad the floor was so clean. Then carefully she licked the floor, tasting the salt of her own blood as she did. Responding to the perceived need for speed — she didn't want her blood to dry on the vinyl tile — she quickly lapped it all up. When she finished and knelt upright, she found Ellen looking at her hair. "Slave," she demanded, "what color is your hair? Do you even know?" "No, ma'am, I don't." Looking up at Ellie's face she asked, "What should I call you, madam? You're the maid, but I'm just an assistant slave. Clearly, you're senior, so what do I call you?" "Why don't you just call me Ellie? And my husband's name is Sam. We're the Duncans, and I think I like you very much, Slave Barbara." Then she grinned and added, "After all, Negroes have substantially more experience with slavery than you do." Barbara grinned back and found herself kneeling upright. Now she put her shoulders back, thrusting out her large tits. "What now, Ellie?" she asked. "Sam, do you remember what Andy said about starting work for Kathy? Do you remember what she did with her hair? As a matter of fact, it's what she did with Kelly's the first day, too. Do you remember?" Sam smiled and nodded. Pointing to Barbara, she asked, "What about her?" "Can't hurt," he replied. "Do you need any help?" "All I need is an empty paper bag and something to use as a drop cloth." Sam quickly produced a paper bag and Ellie found a worn-out sheet. Ordering Barbara to her feet, she spread the sheet, and then ordered her to kneel on it. When she did, she was told to bend her head down. She still had no idea what was in store but clearly the Duncans knew and were doing it ... whatever "it" was. With her head down, all Barbara could see was the floor. She could hear Ellen moving around and then she could sense the girl beside her. Then she felt a slight pulling sensation in her scalp and a big lock of hair was dropped into the paper bag. Incredibly, Barbara felt good about the whole thing. While she was working on Barbara's head, Ellie started to hum a quiet tune. Barbara realized it was The Battle Hymn of the Republic. With her head still down so she was looking at the floor she began to sing in her beautiful soprano voice, "Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord..." " ... He has trampled out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored..." Ellie chimed in. She was a very pure alto. Then Sam came in with his booming bass, and then Jeff, hearing the singing while sitting in the dining room, left Susan with Simon and joined in. He had a beautiful baritone. The foursome went through all of the verses and, by the time they reached the end of it, Ellie had finished Barbara's hair. Helping her to her feet, Barbara smiled and then put her head back singing out powerfully, "As he died to make men holy, let us fight to make men free, his truth is marching on!" All four sang now sang with real power, "Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! His truth is marching on!" When the song was concluded, Ellie took Barbara in her arms, hugged her tightly and whispered in her ear, "Barbara Anthony, you'll do! You're a wonderful person." "No, Ellie. I'm a disgusting fat slob," Barbara responded. Then she added, "I don't know what you did to my hair, but whatever it was it has to be an improvement. Thank you so much." Standing up straight, again she threw back her shoulders and said, "Will you escort me to my mistress, please?" Ellie just winked, took her elbow and escorted her back to the dining room. As they walked, Ellie whispered, "Go down on your knees beside Susan's chair. Then present your body to her: your tits, your cunt, your ass. And you don't have breasts, sex organs, or buttocks! Understand?" "Yes, darling Ellie, I understand," Barbara whispered. Dropping to her knees beside Susan's chair she said, "Mistress, I'm prepared to present myself to you." "Please begin, Slave," Susan said quietly. Holding her large breasts she said, "These are my tits, Mistress. They're very large, very flabby, and very soft." Since she was kneeling already, she spread her knees as far apart as possible, bent over backwards, spread her labia apart with her fingers and said, "This is my cunt, Mistress. It's also fat and sloppy, but is, of course available to anyone you might designate." Then the woman stopped and just looked up into Susan's face and said, "Mistress, I'm an awful fat slob. I can't imagine what use I could possibly be to you, but here I am. I'm truly sorry that I'm such a mess." For some reason Susan's heart turned over as she listened to the tormented woman. Then turning to Simon she said, "Simon, perhaps you might like to help at this point. The next item on the agenda is to introduce our new slave to discipline. Perhaps you might like to start. Wouldn't you like to whip Barbara for old time's sake?" To no one's surprise, Simon accepted gleefully. After three martinis followed by copious amounts of wine consumed with the dinner and cognac following, Simon Anthony was drunk. On the basis that "a drunken man's actions are a sober man's thoughts," Susan wasn't surprised when he instantly accepted her invitation to beat his wife. Going out onto the pool terrace through the exercise room, Susan grabbed a couple of whips and some cord. Although it was quite cold and Barbara was naked, Sue was certain that her fear would take care of the cold. Escorting the woman to the whipping post she said softly, "Slave Barbara, you may not move. Would you like me to secure your wrists to keep you in position or would you like to do it yourself?" "May I have permission to cry out, Mistress?" the woman asked. "If I can do that, I can bear the pain." Susan just quickly nodded and went back to where Simon Anthony was standing while swinging the whip and trying to crack it. In response to Susan's instructions, Barbara had her back to the post and wrapped her arms around it as far back as she could reach. The position forced her pendulous tits up and out. As she waited for the first stroke Barbara moved her face to the side to keep it out of the way of the whip. Then Simon swung the ten-foot-long bull whip. Fortunately for her, he was standing much too close, didn't really know how to use it, and was too drunk besides. Because he was close, the tip of the whip which normally did the most damage by cutting into the flesh, passed around her body and, while hidden from his sight, wrapped harmlessly around the whipping post. However, the heavy whip did leave red marks across her body. As he swung, he began to scream, "You slut! You whore! You worthless piece of shit!" Fortunately for Barbara, although he was swinging the whip harder and harder and was obviously trying his best to hurt her, because of his drunkenness and his out-of-shape condition he was not succeeding. However, he did work himself up into such a frenzy that Jeff, who by this time had had enough of him, stepped up, took the whip out of his hand, and led him back into the penthouse. There he turned him over to Sam Duncan who politely but firmly showed him to the door. Simon swallowed hard when he saw Sam remove Barbara's coat from the closet along with his own. When he asked what was going to happen to it, he was told coldly that it would be disposed of. Simon fled from the apartment in panic. Meanwhile, out on the deck Barbara was still holding on to the whipping post while tears ran slowly down her cheeks. "Let's go inside now," Susan said quietly. "I can introduce you to the whip in there without having you freeze to death." Barbara was surprised when the girl took her by the elbow and seemed to help her inside. "Why are you doing this?" she asked. "Doing what?" "Helping me ... Being kind to me..." Suddenly, and for no reason she could determine, Barbara started to bawl. Ignoring the sweat and blood on the woman's body Susan just took her in her arms and held her tightly. Now Barbara truly felt terrible. First, she was a bloody mess. Although the lash had not opened cuts on her body the way Jeff had done months before with Susan, it had abraded her flesh enough for her blood to be dripping to the ground. Beyond that, though, Barbara was terribly conscious of her ungainliness, particularly since she was being held by Susan who, she could feel, was feminine perfection. Then she took Susan's face in her hands, tipped it, and proceeded to mash her lips to hers. Rather than recoiling from the contact, Susan held Barbara more tightly and proceeded to work on the woman with her lips. The flood of the purest love almost caused Barbara to lose consciousness. As she felt herself start to weaken, she pulled away from Susan just far enough to ask, "My God! Who are you?" "Just a girl," Susan replied quietly. "But now, to disabuse you quickly of any idea you might have that I'm nice, Slave, I want you down on your hands and knees. Now!" Instantly, Barbara dropped to the floor. "Now, Slave, pull your knees up under your body and rest your head on your folded arms. Then I want you to lift your fat ass up as high in the air as you can." The two women were now in the kitchen which was large enough for Susan to wield the whip, although she'd substituted a shorter one for the ten-foot bullwhip Simon had been trying to use. Again, Barbara did as she was told. Then Susan said, "Now, Slave, I'll give you a demonstration of how a whip should be used. I'm afraid Simon tried to make up in enthusiasm what he lacked in skill. When one is handling a whip, that approach doesn't work. Now I'll show you how it's done, because I like to think of myself as an artist with a whip. What I intend to do, Slave, is to put five horizontal lacerations across your buns at one-inch intervals, like this." The whip snaked out and came down across Barbara's asscheeks at their fleshiest spot. It felt like a white-hot wire as Susan drew back sharply on the handle to leave a bleeding cut. The woman screamed in pain. Susan coiled up the whip, and ordered Barbara to stand up. When the woman did, Susan smacked her across the face as hard as she could with her open palm. There was a perfect impression of her hand left in bright red on Barbara's right cheek. "You may not cry out, Slave, unless you previously ask permission. Otherwise, you must remain silent. Is that clearly understood?" "Yes, Mistress," Barbara replied with tears streaming down her cheeks. "Thank you for trying to make me a better slave." She didn't remind Susan that earlier she had asked permission. "As a sign of my favor, Slave, you have my permission to scream. Now resume your position." Again Barbara knelt on the floor and the whip snaked out cutting across her ass cheeks exactly one inch below the first cut. Again she let out a scream of pure agony. The lash descended again and again. Then Susan said softly, "That was five. Now, Slave, to make it beautifully painful for you, I'll cut across the five cuts once on each of your buns. The intersection will be right where your weight rests when you're seated. There are two reasons for this: First, it will be a reminder for you to lose weight. If you were lighter there wouldn't be as much weight on the cuts as there will be now. Second, it will remind you that slaves are expected to work, not remain seated. Am I clear?" she asked, putting the toe of her shoe into Barbara's sagging belly. Thinking that a response was expected, Barbara carefully lifted her head from her folded arms and said, "Yes, Mistress, it's very clear." Then she smiled and added, "My mistress is the best whip handler in the whole world! I'll bet the cuts on my fat ass are separated by exactly one inch and are bleeding evenly across their entire length. They are, aren't they?" she asked. "Yes, they're all bleeding nicely. Now, Slave, are you ready?" Susan asked. Hearing a muffled affirmative, she moved around until she was in front of Barbara. This time the whip snaked out twice so rapidly it was almost a single stroke and sliced vertically across each of Barbara's buns precisely as Susan had predicted. This time Barbara screamed in anguish but her scream was cut off as she lost consciousness and just collapsed on the floor. When she regained consciousness, Susan said, "Now just a few more. Then you can lap the blood off the floor and go to bed. This time, Slave, I want you kneeling up straight and facing me. I think two or three lashes across each shoulder should do nicely, don't you?" Not even being able to guess what Susan was driving at, Barbara just made an agreeable-sounding noise while she knelt upright as she'd been told. Looking at Susan turned out to be much more terrifying than huddling with her face buried on her folded arms. Now she could see the whole process as the girl easily uncoiled the long whip on the floor beside her and then effortlessly lashed her across the right shoulder. It felt like her shoulder had been sliced open with a carving knife, but it hurt so much worse. Looking down Barbara could see the blood starting to flow freely from the deep cut that reached down to her collar bone. She barely quelled her urge to vomit as she saw the exposed yellow-white of the bone itself. She screamed uncontrollably as the whip struck like a rattlesnake twice more in quick succession, opening two more cuts reaching to the same bone. As she screamed, Barbara realized that she'd seen her body opened up twice in less time than the blink of an eye. Even as she stared at her right shoulder, Susan had again cocked the whip and brought it down rapidly three times on her left. This time Barbara just collapsed face-down on the floor. As she struggled to regain consciousness she felt even more pain from her tortured shoulders. Looking up, she saw Susan working with a needle and white thread. When she saw Barbara's eyes had opened she smiled and said, "Glad to see you rejoin the ranks of the living. Now I want you to kneel up straight in front of me. I need to sew you up a bit. Opened up to the bone the way you are, there might be some scars, and possibly an infection. The scars I don't care about," she added blithely, "but an infection could put you out of action and we certainly can't have that, can we?" The woman just looked down at her right shoulder. Although Susan had already stitched up most of two cuts — because the very heavy woman had fallen on her face, she couldn't access their full length — the third cut and the open segments of the others were still streaming blood. Since her left shoulder hadn't been touched, Barbara didn't even want to look at it but she could feel her warm blood flowing unchecked down onto both her chest and her back. Incredibly, she could watch Susan use the needle and thread on her body as if she were watching it being done to someone else. Barbara was utterly astonished at her own lack of reaction, although she could feel the needle penetrating her flesh and feel the thread pulling through her skin. For her part Susan appeared completely unconcerned. She might as well have been darning a sock for all her apparent reaction. "I'm really not sure if I'm using the correct stitch, Slave Barbara. Do you mind?" "How could I possibly?" the woman heard herself respond. "If you didn't stitch me closed, Mistress, infection wouldn't have been a problem. I would have been dead soon enough from blood loss. But, Mistress, how can you stand it? I can see my bare bone and it makes me sick. Why doesn't it affect you?" "Do you really want to know?" Susan asked with a quirky little grin. When Barbara rapidly nodded her head, she continued, "I pretend that I'm just darning a sock." Then she slapped the woman twice across the face very hard, again leaving marks, but this time on both cheeks. "Why was I punished, Mistress?" Barbara asked softly. "When you respond to me, you speak. You do not nod or shake your head. Is that clear?" "Yes, my beautiful mistress, it's very clear." Susan had just finished her sewing on Barbara's shoulder. Looking down she realized that there was a small pool of blood spreading below the woman. Only then did she remember the cuts across the woman's ass. "How can you possibly do what you're doing?" she asked softly. "I don't understand, Mistress," the poor woman replied. "I'm only trying to do what you told me to do." "But how can you? I only now remembered the cuts across your ass and now, kneeling with your weight back on your heels, all your weight is on the cuts. How can you do it?" Improbably, Barbara grinned and replied, "It's your wonderful anaesthetic, my darling mistress. When you sliced my shoulders to the bone, I no longer felt any pain from my ass. It's really wonderful." Susan just shook her head and told the woman to stand. When she did, Susan gently washed out the cuts across her bottom and put some anaesthetic ointment on them. At the same time she told Barbara that she was expected to be the house slave and cook. "It goes without saying, Slave, that you will be available to anyone for any purpose that I designate. Is that clear?" "Yes, my darling mistress, it's very clear," Barbara responded firmly. Then to Susan's surprise the woman dropped to her knees and kissed her bare feet. "Why did you do that?" Sue asked. "To try to demonstrate what I think of my beautiful mistress." Barbara was now kneeling on the floor with her back up as straight as she could make it and with her weight back on her ankles. Susan realized the pain from her tortured ass must be killing her but she didn't let on. Instead she continued, "Mistress, when you returned from school in England to live with us, I knew you were lovely and innocent. Honestly, I didn't realize how incredibly beautiful you could become." Now she was smiling warmly, but in spite of the smile, tears began to stream down her cheeks. "I was thinking about it earlier. Mistress Susan, you're a reprise of the Cinderella story. The prince found you working as a scullery maid and took you as his wife. Is it as good for you as it looks?" By now Susan's beautiful white gown was a bloody mess. After a quick glance, she dropped to her knees and took Barbara into her arms. Incredibly, in spite of having ripped her shoulders, the woman seemed to want to be held. Susan obliged and whispered, "Barbara, it has been utterly exquisite! Of course there was a great deal of teasing earlier this evening, but there was also more than a little truth underlying it. For example, although he beat me the very first night — after I showed him how — that was the end. I took him in my mouth and he would regularly eat my cunt, but I was absolutely unable to get him to fuck me. The part about having to marry him so that he would make love to me was true." Then with the warmest smile Barbara had ever seen she continued, "But now that we are married..." Changing the subject she said, "Ellen told me about you and your tampon. Since it's the beginning of your period, do you need to change it yet?" When Barbara diffidently nodded, Susan grinned and said, "As a token of our special favor, we'll give you a second cloth to use for your vaginal discharge. Aren't we being thoughtful?" "Oh, beloved mistress," Barbara said with her eyes wide but gleaming with humor, "I don't know what I will do!" Then, following instructions, she squatted over the pail, removed the other rag, urinated and then replaced the rag with the newer, clean one. Susan showed her where she could hang it to dry after she washed it out. Then, after finding a polyethylene sheet to spread on the floor for Barbara, Susan went off to join Jeff in their bed while Barbara tried her best to find a comfortable position on the floor. ------- Chapter 17 When a big toe was stuck into her ribs, Barbara Anthony was rudely awakened from what had been a sound sleep. Although, she realized as she awakened, she was very cold lying as she was on the kitchen floor. Quickly opening her eyes, she realized that the room was brightly lighted although it was still pitch dark outside. Looking up from the sheet of polyethylene on which she'd been sleeping, her eyes widened as she realized that she was looking at the most handsome man she'd ever seen. And he was naked, too! She realized that his cock, now semi-flaccid, was gigantic, and his balls were large and heavy with his spunk. "Are you going to sleep all day?" he inquired. "You're the new house slave, aren't you?" Then when he smiled, Barbara's heart just melted. "My name is Steve Sloan," he said. "I'm the Collins' chauffeur — and I guess I'm about to become the butler ... and your trainer." Ignoring the cuts on her ass Barbara arose and knelt up straight on the plastic sheet. Putting her weight back on her heels, she straightened up and put her shoulders back, throwing her oversized tits up and out. For the first time in her entire life she was embarrassed by her appearance, not because she was naked, but because she was so ungainly and so ugly because of all of her fat. Instantly she vowed to improve her appearance as quickly as she could. Then with a warm smile she used to try to attract attention away from her body and up to her face, she asked, "What do you do as my trainer, sir? And what should I call you? You're neither my mistress nor my master..." She brightened and exclaimed, "I know! You shall be Sir Steven. How would that be?" Then with the most impish little grin he had ever seen she added, "Of course, when I get to know you better, I'll use your nickname: Sir Steve." When she then looked at him plaintively, he understood what she was trying to communicate. He shook his head and just pointed to the pail sitting in the corner. Rising to her feet, Barbara retrieved the cloth she'd rinsed out the previous night, went to the corner and squatted. "When you're squatting to relieve yourself, be sure that your back is up straight at all times," Steve ordered. To her embarrassment, he didn't even look away as she relieved herself. She winced with shame as she heard her urine echo against the bottom of the empty bucket and then again as her feces splashed on top. In fact, she realized, the empty galvanized-metal pail acted almost like a megaphone amplifying the sounds. Looking up she asked, "Must you watch me disgrace myself? Can't I even relieve myself in peace?" Steve didn't reply but didn't turn away, either. After replacing the rag in her vagina that was serving as a sanitary napkin she stood up and disposed of her waste as she'd been instructed. After returning the pail to its corner she turned and was slapped three times quickly across her face. "Slave! You have no feelings and deserve no privacy. Don't even ask. Is that clear?" "It's very clear, Sir Steven," Barbara replied softly. Then she asked, "But what time is it? It's still very early, isn't it?" "It's after five o'clock which will be your time to arise for a while, at least. Now let's get with the exercise program," he replied. Leading the way out on the deck, Barbara was amazed to find that there was a fifty-meter swimming pool located there. Although it was freezing cold, Steve didn't appear to notice. She followed him out and watched as he got up on a starting box and looked back at her. Clearly, she was expected to do the same thing, so she did. After a quick starting count, Steve dove into the pool in a beautiful racing dive while she just belly flopped. Only then as she floundered toward the far wall that now seemed to be miles away did she remember that she really couldn't swim. After powering back and forth for four laps Sloan stopped beside her and gave her some swimming instruction. He realized that the woman had almost drowned and yet hadn't made a sound. To her great delight she floundered the length of the pool and then back. Steve was waiting at the end for her to finish. When she touched the wall he jumped from the pool, reached down and hauled her out. Then he led her back to the exercise room and introduced Barbara to the fitness machines. He began her on a butterfly machine on which she was supposed to use her pectoral muscles to move the wings together in front of her chest. After Steve had halved the resistance, and then halved it again, she still couldn't move them. Shaking his head, he went to the cabinet and removed a well-oiled whip. "I guess you need some encouragement," he said without emotion. The whip cracked and came down across her right tit and again across her left. Both strokes cut right across her nipple. When she screamed, he slapped her four times across the face reminding her that she could only cry out after she was given permission. Use of the whip made a big difference. With blood beginning to stream from her wounded tits, she moved the machine wings. She'd been told that initially she must do ten repetitions. Barbara reached eight, but could do no more. Again the whip cracked twice, this time from the other side. Since it again cut across her already-bleeding nipples, she was unable to contain a scream of pure agony. This time there were five slaps across her face. Then Steve just stood in front of her holding the tip of the whip. Remembering something said to her the previous night, Barbara lifted it, now wet with her blood, kissed it and said softly, "Thank you, Sir Steven, for helping to make me a better slave." Steve put her on another machine, got her started on the exercises and then left to take a shower. As soon as he was out of the room, Barbara, now lying on her back and pulling weights down from overhead, heard a voice say, "That son of a bitch! I would kick him right in the balls if I didn't love him so damned much." To help her concentrate all of her strength on trying to move the weights, Barbara had her eyes closed. When she opened them suddenly, she almost dropped the weights in astonishment. There, standing on her belly, was a tiny naked woman about two feet tall. Easing the weights down to their stops, she pulled herself up and supported her weight on her elbows. The sprite waded in the fat larding Barbara's belly and then dropped to her knees while just below Barbara's tits. The truly astonishing thing was that the elf was female, perfectly formed, but weighed almost nothing. "Who are you?" Barbara asked diffidently. "Or are you the remains of something I ate last night?" The girl giggled and it was the cutest, most delightful sound Barbara had ever heard. "No, I'm not a figment of your imagination," the sprite replied. Then she waded up higher, stuck out her hand and said, "Hi, Barbara Jensen, I'm Susie Sloan. I belong to that big lug who beat you up and just left. Or I used to." Utterly baffled, Barbara stuck out her right hand and the tiny girl took it in a remarkably firm grip. Then dropping to her knees — and almost knocking the wind out of Barbara's lungs when she did — she started to caress the lacerations that quartered each of her breasts. Incredibly, the touch of her tiny hand was incredibly soothing and even healing as it moved over her tortured tits. Only then did Barbara realize two things. First, this sprite, Susan Sloan, had called her Barbara Jensen — her maiden name. Second, and far more important, she suddenly realized that she was lying on her buttocks which had been severely lacerated less than twelve hours earlier — and it didn't bother her. When she asked, the girl looked up from what she was doing, nodded quickly and said, "Yeah, that was me, too." Then she dropped to her knees in the val between Barb's pendulous tits and said, "And you're so damned fat and flabby, it took me most of the night." But then she grinned and added, "But you're going to make Steve a perfect wife." "But I just don't understand," Barbara protested. "I thought you said that you were his wife." "I was," the girl replied sadly. Then she quickly told Barb how she'd met Steve in Saigon and had instantly fallen in love. "We were married less than two days later," she said with a sigh. "Then we didn't leave our bedroom for three days more. God, he was great!" Then she told how he had been captured and then she'd been kidnaped. "When I was finally able to pull the plug, I was blind, my tits had been cut off and eaten — I ate the left one and it was really good — and my right leg had been amputated. They were roasting it when I was able to remove the sutures they had put into my femoral artery. With the stitches removed I bled to death in just a matter of seconds." Tears were streaming down Barbara's cheeks as she listened to the strange and frightening story. Then the girl shook her head and said something that utterly stunned her: "That's when the trouble really began." "But I don't understand," Barb protested. "I thought you said you were dead. I would have thought all your troubles would have been over." "You know, you really have got to lose weight in one hell of a hurry," Susan interjected as she bounced on the fat larding Barb's chest. Then she grinned and replied, "That's what I thought, too. I rejoiced in the happiness Steve and I had together and the joy we were able to create for each other. Then I thought how lucky his next wife was going to be because," she said with her tiny eyes flashing, "I think I did a great job of teaching him how to really make love to a woman." Then she paused, looked deeply into Barbara's eyes and said, "It's taken too damned long, but, Barbara Jensen, you're the lucky one. Although it's been over ten years, you're going to be Steve's next wife." She grinned and added, "What do you think? Although I know what you think. I felt your heart roll over the instant you first laid eyes on him." "I think you're crazy, is what I think," Barbara replied. "I'm only the slave around here, and a pretty bad one at that." "But, darling, it's all part of the plan — and it's taken forever to get the dumb plan underway. That poor guy has now been a widower for over ten years!" Then she started to cry as she continued, "He was in mental hospitals, veterans' hospitals..." Then she knelt up straight and said, "Barbara Jensen, your next husband graduated first in his class from the Military Academy at West Point. He has a doctorate in international economics from Oxford that he earned as a Rhodes Scholar. His body ... Well, you saw his body. Enough said." Shaking her head in frustration she concluded, "And now he's a chauffeur and ... and ... and a butler! Good grief!" Again she grinned and added, "Of course, working for Susan and Jeffrey Collins makes it all right. Aren't those two too much?" Hearing a sound at the door, suddenly Barbara found herself moving the weights and the sprite had disappeared. It was Steve returning. After checking on her number of reps — she was still on her back at the time — he took the whip, striped her once right across her breasts while again cutting into both nipples. Then he stroked once on top and again below. When she looked down at her chest she could see the upper edge of her tits outlined in blood. From the feel of it, her tits were outlined below, as well. After kissing the blood-soaked tip again, she thanked him for helping prepare her for her slavery. Then he told her that it was almost seven o'clock, so it was time for her to prepare the coffee and begin the breakfast. When she told him that she could scarcely boil water and couldn't cook an egg, he just ran his fingers lightly over her back and made clucking sounds. "What was that all about?" she asked diffidently. "I was just thinking what a shame it's going to be to have to slice your back to ribbons. But that's the way it's going to be unless you learn to cook very well, very quickly!" With that he showed her how to make coffee using the automatic maker. He poured the coffee into a vacuum bottle and placed it, along with some mugs, on a tray. When she asked him why, he just grinned. Taking the tray she went back to the master suite, and following his instructions, very quietly opened the door. Looking at the bed she found herself wriggling with delight as she beheld the loveliest scene she could imagine. There was Susan with her golden hair spread like a fan beneath her while her head rested on Jeff's massively muscled shoulder. His arm was obviously around her, but it was hidden by the covers which were up around their necks. While Jeff was sleeping soundly, the instant the door opened, so did Susan's eyes. Without moving a muscle, she grinned at Barbara, winked, and then carefully slid the covers down baring her breast which was covered completely by Jeff's very large hand. Ever so gently she squeezed his hand cupping her tit and waited. Without even opening his eyes, Jeff just rolled over between her now-widespread legs. When he did, it was all Barbara could do to keep from gasping in amazement. Jeff's body was golden brown all over — even his cock was tanned — and heavily muscled. Susan's was also golden but the picture of feminine perfection. She was just soft and... But no, Barbara realized, she's as hard-muscled as he is, but her muscles are just so smooth and flowing. As she watched, Jeff eased his enormous cock easily into Susan's tiny cunt. It's so beautiful, Barbara decided. Even as she watched Jeff brought Susan to her first orgasm. Her long, perfectly-shaped legs were high in the air and her ankles were linked behind Jeff's neck. To her dismay, Barbara found herself moving to the side of the bed in order better to see Jeff's ravishment of this beautiful girl. From her new vantage point she could see Jeff's huge cock move slowly back and forth more than six inches on each stroke. Each time he reached full penetration, his balls swung forward and struck Sue's tight ass, provoking a cry of joy. While Jeff moved in her, Susan was babbling in a stream of words saying, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me..." Now, as her loins exploded in spasmodic motion, Barbara was astounded to realize that the girl was in continuous orgasm. She had never heard of such a thing. As she watched, to her astonishment Barbara realized she'd dropped to her knees with all of her weight back on her ankles. In response to the visual stimulus of the lovemaking on the bed, she had spread her knees wide apart and was teasing her clit with her fingers. As Susan reached and then sustained her orgasm, so did Barbara. Watching the young couple she just felt her own fluids running down her inner thighs in twin streams. It never occurred to Barbara that it was, in fact, the first orgasm she had experienced in her entire life. As she watched, Barbara could see that Jeff was having increasing difficulty maintaining his own control. Finally, with a scream of joy he drove into Susan as far as he could go and began to pump his warm spend deep into her vagina and uterus. As usual, the girl fainted from the sensory overload and Jeff passed out on top of her as her cunt continued to try to empty out his balls. A few minutes later Jeff rolled off his love. Shortly afterward, Susan's eyes blinked open and she stretched languidly. Then, to Barbara's utter amazement, she turned and appeared to hit Jeff as hard as she could on his heavily muscled upper arm. "Ouch!" Jeff protested. "Why did you hit me?" "Because you're an insensitive, unfeeling boor, is why," Sue replied while she glared at him with her arms now folded across her chest. "What did I do this time?" "You didn't wish me a good morning," she complained with a shake of her head. Barbara noticed that when she did her magnificent golden hair spun out, but then instantly returned to its beautifully-groomed position. My God, Barbara thought, everything about this girl is perfect. Even her hair grooms itself! "Well, what was that a few minutes ago, then?" "That was your cock wishing my cunt — its beloved warm, wet sheath — a good morning ... And very nicely, too." Hitting him again she said, "Your cock is a gentleman, Jeffrey Collins! What's wrong with the rest of you?" Jeff pulled her over to him and at first gently, but then with increasing urgency and passion, began to work his lips on hers. Barbara didn't believe her eyes. She could actually see the love, the passion, and the electricity flow between the young couple. When they slowly eased apart, both pairs of eyes were glassy. "Good morning, my darling slave," Jeff whispered. Then with a wink, a quick grin, and his tongue sticking out he added, "Good night, darling slave. You wore me out." With that he rolled over, pulled the covers up over his head and pretended to be asleep. Susan just grinned, shook her head, sat up against the headboard and pulled her knees up under her chin. Only then did she acknowledge Barbara's presence. "Slave Barbara..." She looked up at the ceiling and was obviously thinking about something. "Barbie... ? Barb... ?" With a grin she said, "You'll respond to any call with a 'B' in front. I can't handle polysyllabic names." Then she patted the bed beside her, asked for her coffee and ordered Barb to join her on the bed. When the woman did she said diffidently, "Mistress, that was the most beautiful sight I've ever seen in my life." "What sight?" Sue inquired. "You and the master making love," Barb replied. "You're so incredibly attuned to each other." She blushed as she continued, "Does it ... Did it ... Can it possibly feel as good as it looks?" Stretching languidly, again Susan revealed her incredible body and its hidden muscles. "It feels even better than that, Barb," she replied. Looking closely at the older woman she said, "You've never experienced an orgasm, have you?" Then looking at the woman's thighs she saw her vaginal juices drying on their inner surfaces. With a grin she added, "But maybe you have. How did it feel, Slave Barbie? Did you like it?" Then for the first time Susan noticed the bloody welts across Barbara's breasts. Susan hadn't noticed them before, she realized, because they were so symmetrical. Each breast was cut like a pie into six even segments with each stroke cutting directly across her nipples. Moreover, both tits were outlined top and bottom in blood. Making a face she asked, "What happened?" With a remarkably charming smile Barb replied, "It was Sir Steve. Isn't he neat? Can you imagine the control he has to be able to put each stroke — all five, in fact — directly across my nipples?" Looking down at her chest, she cradled one tit and said, "And my nipples are pretty small." Then looking up at Susan she said, "It was so exquisitely painful, too. It makes me try really hard to be a better slave." "You really don't mind the punishment, do you?" Susan asked shrewdly. "Why don't you?" She just looked into Barb's eyes and waited. "Do you really want to know, Mistress?" Barbara asked. With no change of expression, Susan just nodded. "I thought so," Barb continued. Then holding her head up high she said, "Because the punishment — all the blood and the excruciating pain — is bringing me back to life. You see, my darling mistress, until last night when you opened my body with the whip, I was just numb. I did nothing and knew nothing. I just existed. Now? Now I'm starting to feel things again. To be sure, what I feel is agonizing pain, but it's something. And it feels so great to be alive again!" While the two women talked, they were drinking coffee together although Barbara initially resisted the idea. Finishing, Susan pretended to glare at Jeff's back, and muttered, "Men! They're worthless. They just can't take it." Then she winked at Barb, grinned and hauled her out of bed and into the bathroom with her. Entering the giant bathroom, they found Susie Sloan sitting on the large vanity counter with her back resting against the mirror. "Hi, Barb," she said brightly. Then bouncing to her feet she put out her hand and said, "Good morning, Mrs. Collins. I'm Susan Sloan, and I'm delighted to meet you at long last." Susan, seeing the perfectly formed naked woman standing about two feet high on her counter, was dumbstruck. "I guess I am a little hard to take sometimes," Susie said ruefully. "But will you shake my hand? Please?" "No, I won't," Susan replied firmly. Scooping the girl up from the counter, she cradled her in her arms then lowered her lips to kiss her. In spite of the great difference in sizes, when the two pairs of lips met there was the flow of the purest love. Easing away, Susan set the sprite on her feet back on the counter. Then she put out her hand and said, "How do you do, Susan Sloan." Then tears came to her eyes as she said softly, "You're the bravest woman who has ever lived." To Barbara she said, "Can you imagine? Both of your tits are cut off with a butcher knife and the wounds are cauterized. When you recover consciousness you ask that your husband be given your right tit to eat because you think it's the nicer of the two. Then you compliment the chef on the way he broiled it: 'It's so tender and juicy!' Finally, you ask to be looking at your husband when they're about to poke out your second eye so the last thing you'll ever see is your beloved husband's face. Can you believe it? That's exactly what Susan Sloan did." The sprite, in order to change the subject, moved closer to Susan, reached out and stroked her tit. Then, because her hands and arms were so small, she reached out with both hands and stroked, then squeezed the girl's perfectly-formed breast. "Barbie, come and feel! Mrs. Collins' tits are absolutely perfect. It's the way you must be." Responding to her call, Barbara came closer, reached out, and very gently touched the girl's breast. "I'm really not at all breakable, Barb," Susan said softly. "And the touch of your hand feels wonderful. Want to try again?" The woman did and was astonished at how solid Susan's tit was. Turning back to Susie, Susan said, "And that's about enough 'Mrs. Collins' shit, young lady! A woman who could do what you did..." She just shook her head and continued, "The name is Susan, or Sue, or..." Meanwhile, Barbara, looking uncomfortable, turned to leave the bathroom. When she did, tiny Susan glared up at Susan but didn't say a word. "I give up," Susan said with a grin. Turning to Barbara she said, "We got a bit carried away with the debasement thing. With dozens of bathrooms around this place, it really doesn't make a whole lot of sense for you to be using a pail." With that she pointed to the toilet and Barbara gratefully sat down to use it. Then Susan continued, "And, I suppose, we might as well go the whole hog." With that she opened a drawer, took out a tampon and gave it to Barbara. "I don't know if it's your brand, but I suppose — regardless of the brand — it's still better than a worn-out dishrag." "Thank you so much, beloved mistress," Barbara said softly as she carefully inserted the tampon. "This feels so good," she said. Looking up at Susan she said, "Darling mistress, there's something to be said for slavery. When one has nothing at all, one becomes grateful for and appreciative of the smallest things. Thank you, Mistress, for the lovely new tampon. It feels so nice and soft in my vagina." At that Susan motioned towards the giant shower stall built into the master bath. It was a marvel of hydraulic engineering with spray heads coming from all four sides and at five different levels. Barbara started to kneel to wash her mistress but was ordered to remain standing. When she objected, she was told in no uncertain terms that a slave's job was to do those things her mistress wanted her to do. Now her mistress wanted her to remain standing so the blood and sweat could be washed off her body. As Susan worked, the little sprite sat on top of the shower door and just watched. When Sue ordered Barb to kneel so she could wash her close-cropped hair, the sprite said, "Susan, you really caused The Boss a lot of trouble a short time ago." Susan, immediately catching the reference to God, looked up, startled. "How could I ever do that?" she asked, suddenly feeling both fearful and frightened. "It was the night you spanked the littlest angel," Susie replied. "There was a near-revolution." "What happened," Sue asked softly. "Well, I'm sure you know about Caitlin's stay in the hospital? How she was bright and sunny and cheerful all day long? The only way anyone would know she was in pain was the constant flame in the back of her eyes that just got brighter and more intense each day." The tiny thing shook her head and said softly, "You said I was brave? There really was nothing else for me to be. What was happening to me was going to happen regardless of what I did, so I figured I could upset them by complimenting them on the way my tit had been broiled. "But Caitie?" The tiny woman shook her head and continued, "I think the thing that says it all is Caitie apologizing to the nurses for disturbing them at night with her screams. The fact that it caused the women to break down in tears utterly baffles the little girl. She could not — or would not — understand how impressed the nurses were." Again the girl shook her head. "But you see," she continued, "each day Caitie and her mother would discuss for whom she should offer 'my wonderful pain.' Mostly, it was for the poor souls in Purgatory who had no one to pray for them." Realizing that the tiny person was now weeping uncontrollably, Susan lifted her off the top of the door and held her in her arms. As she did she realized how incredibly beautiful the tiny sprite truly was. Then Susie continued, "You see, Sue and Barb, Caitie's suffering was so great and her heart was so pure, that little girl, singlehandedly, emptied out Purgatory. Honest! She really did. There are some people who just reached Heaven who died hundreds of years ago. They consider her to be their personal savior and utterly worship the little angel. "When I referred to her a few minutes ago as 'the littlest angel, ' I really wasn't kidding." Now she was sitting on Susan's arm that crossed her chest. Susie's back was to Susan's body and her head was resting against her left tit. Interrupting her story she looked up at Susan and said, "Jeff Collins is the luckiest man in the whole world! To have this feminine perfection beside him in his bed every night..." She grinned, looked skeptical, and asked, "Are you sure he's worth it?" Susan just stuck out her tongue provoking a burst of laughter from the sprite. Continuing her story she said, "Well! You should have heard the outcry when they heard Caitie pleading with you to please stop what you were doing. They wanted The Boss to personally intervene." She grinned and continued, "You really put Him on the spot! Do you know what He did?" Susan just shook her head slowly, while Barbara listened to the story, wide-eyed. "First, He went back in time — sort of an instant replay — to when you first met Caitlin in the hospital and just drew all of her pain out of her body and into your own. Then He showed you writhing on the floor of that tiny room in excruciating agony which you wouldn't share until Colette appeared and forced you to." The sprite was smiling warmly by now and kissed Susan on her lips whispering, "You're such a wonderful person, Susan Andrews Collins!" Finishing in the shower, Sue flipped Barbara a thick bath towel and then with a grin gave a new hand cloth to Susie. Compared to her diminutive size it was akin to a bath sheet. The sprite grinned and happily started toweling her body. Then she continued with her story. "By this time things were quieting down a little. Even the loud-mouths were starting to get the idea that maybe they had gone off half-cocked. Anyway, it was finally settled when He showed them the angel on your lap with both of you crying your eyes out while she was kissing you all over and saying it was the very best punishment of her whole life!" The sprite grinned and added, "Do you want to know what really clinched it, though?" Susan, whose eyes were now as big as saucers, could only nod. "What clinched it was Caitie saying, 'Either your children are going to be awfully good, or their bottoms are going to be awfully sore!' They finally decided that, not only are you not an ogre, you're possibly Caitlin's favorite person on Earth." The tiny woman grinned and said, "Anyway, that's the story." Meanwhile, Barbara had been watching the exchange but was baffled. She had no idea who the two Susans were talking about. When she asked, Susie said, "The 'Littlest Angel' is Caitlin Pierce Fitzpatrick, a nine-year-old wonder. I think she's your mistress's favorite person and I know your mistress is Caitie's. "Then you need to know the very special relationship the little girl has with The Boss. She talks to Him every day and counsels with Him. The neatest thing in the world is to see Him tuck her in bed each night. All of us knew about this, of course, so we couldn't understand what He was doing when He afflicted her." The tiny thing, who had floated up to the vanity top, shook her head and said softly, "Maybe it was a test or something." Looking up at Barbara she continued, "Anyway, it went on for months with the pain becoming more and more intense in the little girl. Finally she was hospitalized. That was what I was referring to before. When Susan first met her, there were ten dying children in the unit. What did Caitie do all day? Everything she could think of to cheer up her dying friends. She never complained and never let on she was in pain. She laughed and joked and was unfailingly cheerful. It was only at night when she was sleeping that she would scream and cry from the incredible pain — and then apologize to the nurses the next morning for disturbing them, can you believe. "Anyway, every day she would talk with her mother and decide for whom she should offer up 'my wonderful pain.'" Suddenly, Susie broke down, crumpled on the vanity and just bawled. Barbara, being as careful as she could recognizing the very small size of the sprite, gently lifted her up and cradled her to her breast. Susie stopped crying and looked up at Barb's face. "You're exactly like her, too, Barbara Jensen. Your tits have been sliced to ribbons and yet you hold me close to your tit figuring — correctly — that its soft warmth would make me feel better." Then she pulled herself up and, while still in Barbara's arms, continued, "That girl is only nine years old! Her pain was so intense that a machine used to measure pain — a dolorometer — couldn't be used with her. Why not? Because the machine creates pain at measured levels. When the patient feels the machine-induced pain rather than the natural pain source, that's the pain level, measured in a unit called a dol. The problem? With Caitie, you could cut off a finger and she wouldn't feel it! In other words, it was impossible to create a second pain source that the little girl would feel even if you mutilated her trying to do it!" Then she looked at Susan and said, "But then your mistress visited the hospital. Do you know what she did? She held each child on her lap — they ranged in age from five to nine — and asked about their pain. Then she just sucked the pain out of their small bodies and into her own." Looking intently into Barbara's eyes to force the woman to understand she continued, "Remember what I said about Caitie's pain. She was one of ten! Susan took all of the pain into her own body — and almost died. This was before her marriage when she was Jeff's slave. "Anyway, that's your mistress. The children, by the way, have prayed to God asking him to take them in order and spare Susan's life. I can't tell you the reaction upstairs when that prayer was heard: a heartfelt prayer from eight small children begging God to take their lives to spare Susan's." "That's as it may be," Susan interjected with a frown, "but in the meantime, it's Saturday morning, I've had a lot of exercise but I haven't had breakfast yet! Now, slave, suppose you get that too-fat ass out of the shower and out to the kitchen where it belongs!" Barbara moved close to Susan, tipped her face to the side and then melted her lips to hers. When she did Susan pulled her body tightly against her own ignoring Barbara's brutally tortured breasts. Barb ignored them, too. Rather she moved her body against Susan's, wriggling to get as close to her as possible while the purest love just flowed between them. When they finally parted, Barbara whispered, "I adore you, darling Susan!" Susan appeared to slap her hard but only tapped her across the face and said softly, "Darling Mistress Susan!" "Thank you, beloved mistress, for helping me become a better slave." ------- Chapter 18 It was early on a Sunday morning in mid-February. Susan Collins and Barbara Jensen were lying on the bench soaking up the now-very-moist heat of the sauna. Susan looked across at Barbara and realized she couldn't even see her through all the steam that now filled the small hut. It was impossible to see anything more than shapes even three feet away. Getting up, she went across to where Barbara was lying, sat down on the bench, lifted the woman's head and rested it on her thigh. Barb, who had been dozing, opened her eyes looked up and said, "Good morning, again, my darling mistress. How may I serve you today?" "By just lying still and letting me caress your golden body," Susan replied. Barb was startled. Her eyes opened wide with surprise. "But ... but ... but I'm ugly, Mistress..." At that Susan began to chuckle. Startled, Barbara stopped in mid sentence. "You never really look at yourself in a mirror, do you?" Susan asked. Then she giggled and added, "There's that marvelous biblical line, 'They have eyes, but they do not see.' Lady, it was written with you in mind. I know it's kind of thick in here but look down at yourself, anyway. Please?" When Barbara did as she was told, she was genuinely shocked. In the sixty days since she'd come to live with Susan and Jeff, she'd lost sixty pounds. From 185 she had dropped to 125. Moreover, with all of her exercise, now she was almost a physical duplicate of Susan, except she was shorter. Susan weighed only three pounds more than she did and, at five feet ten, was two inches taller. Looking up at Susan's face, she murmured, "I'm not so ugly anymore, am I?" "Barbara Jensen, you're utterly exquisite." At that Susan very gently stroked the woman's eyelids and Barbara's eyes closed. Looking down, Susan just admired what was there. The woman's very long and full eyelashes spread across her cheeks like tight little fans and her body was flawless. Moreover, unbeknownst to either of them, while Barbara had been working out under the constant supervision of Susan and Steve, Susie Sloan had been busy as well. The result was that, while she'd been losing pounds, she'd also been losing years of age. Now Barbara was physically only twenty-two — and her years were continuing to drop away. Susie wanted her to be nineteen, the same age as Susan Collins. Similarly, she'd been working on Steve Sloan. While he had been working out with Barbara and was now in the best shape of his life — better, in fact, than when he was a Ranger — Susie had been running the calendar backward on him, too. Although only sixty days earlier Barbara had almost drowned trying to swim one length of the swimming pool, now she and Susan had intense competitions with both girls flowing through the water like porpoises. One day, when Andy and Jack Taylor and Kevin and Kelly Fitzpatrick came over for the afternoon, the four women had a swimming competition. The men, after watching for a few minutes, went inside and started a poker game. When they heard that the women were going to have a race at 200 meters, Jeff started the electronic timer in conjunction with the automated starting sequence. Although the men appeared blasé when the women rejoined them, in fact a new world record had been set and all four women had finished under the previous record. But they didn't say a word about the time and it never occurred to any of the women to ask. Barbara, still lying with her head on Susan's thigh, felt something strange on her belly. Opening her eyes she looked down but only saw Sue moving her finger on her skin. "What are you doing, Mistress?" she asked. "I'm playing tic-tac-toe, silly," the girl replied. "What else would I be doing. Now shut up and lie still. I'm trying to figure out my next move. It's really neat. You're sweating so much I can draw on the sweat covering your stomach. And it's a lot of fun, too!" Just then the door to the sauna opened, a small figure entered quickly, and the door was closed again. "Wow! You two really cranked up the heat and the humidity both, didn't you?" Caitlin Fitzpatrick said as she came over to them through the dense fog. Upon her arrival, Barbara sat up on the bench beside Susan. When the little girl reached them, she looked up first at Barbara and then at Susan. With a burrowing motion she climbed up on the bench wedging space for herself between the two. Dropping to her knees she reached out and touched both women at once. Then she said softly, "Mrs. Anthony, you're unbelievable! I didn't think a person alive could ever get in the same shape as my darling Aunt Susan, but you certainly did. And in only sixty days, too! How did you ever do it?" Barbara, who had only come to the realization that she'd lost all the weight a few minutes earlier, couldn't respond. Instead she asked, "To what do we owe the honor of the presence of Miss Caitlin Pierce Fitzpatrick of the New York City and Stowe, Vermont, Fitzpatricks?" Caitie grinned, jumped to her feet on the bench, and then made a perfect curtsy — or what would have been a perfect curtsy had she not been stark naked. Barb shook her head and said softly, "Only you, darling Caitie!" "Only me, what?" the girl asked puzzled. "Only you can look elegant when you're naked. You're so poised and graceful!" She shook her head slowly and added, "Poor Johnny! The poor guy never had a chance." "Of course he didn't," Caitie responded blithely, "but getting the right father for your children is important business. It's not something dumb like trout fishing, for example. There you can afford to be sporting. When you're grabbing a husband, you can't." "Mistress," Barb asked, "how old is your niece? Nine going on thirty-nine?" Before she could do or say anything else, Caitie had spun and then just dropped onto her lap. As soon as she landed, she reached up, grabbed Barb around the neck, pulled her head down and just melted her lips to hers. For Barbara, the sensation was beyond belief. First, there was the flow of the purest love coupled with joy that just increased in both volume and intensity that poured into her body from the little girl's lips. As she began to feel lightheaded with joy, she recalled Susie's characterization of Caitie: the littlest angel. And she really is, Barbara thought. Then, trying to look stern — and failing miserably — she repeated, "To what do we owe this great honor?" Caitie turned on Barbara's lap and then put her face between her sweating tits. She kissed each one, then turned to Susan and said, "Your slave is simply gorgeous, Aunt Sue. Boy! I sure wish I had one..." "And?" Susan asked with one eyebrow raised. "And could I borrow yours? For just a few hours? To go to church? Please?" Then she sat up very straight and said, "But without the decorations on her body this time, please?" This was a reference to something that had happened a few weeks earlier. ------- Then, as now, Caitlin had appeared and asked Barbara if she would please take her to church. The woman immediately agreed and went for Steve. Going into the exercise room, she knelt upright while he whipped her back and shoulders. Although Caitie was crying out, Susan was holding her tightly. "Stop, Steve! For the love of God, please stop!" the little girl had screamed. Although Susan tried to hold the girl tightly to her breast so she couldn't see what was happening, using almost superhuman strength the girl's head couldn't be turned. When he finished, Barbara kissed the bloody end of the whip and thanked him for his services. Then she held her head up straight as he dropped the rough circular garment over her head that Susan had initially made for herself. Although she hadn't made a sound as her shoulders were opened up by the whip, the agony of the very coarse fibers on her open wounds caused her to wince. Again she thanked Steve after he slapped her face. Finally, even though it was early January and there was snow on the ground in New York, the cloak-like garment was all that Barbara was wearing. When Caitlin asked about shoes, Barbara replied that her feet were tough and needed to be tougher. Although the poor girl was still crying when they left the apartment, it was apparent that Barbara was truly happy. At the church the little girl thought she discovered why. In exactly the same way as Susan, at the point in the Mass when the priest tells the congregation, "Let us offer each other a sign of peace," Barbara, whose body was completely encased in the tent-like garment just looked up at Steve. Even from her position standing beside her, Caitie could see the longing in Barbara's eyes. Steve turned, put his hand under her chin to lift it, then melted his lips on hers. Caitie could see the electricity flow between the two in a kiss as beautiful as any her parents had ever exchanged. When he gently released her, she turned to Caitie, dropped to her knees, looked into the little girl's eyes and waited. The girl did exactly what Steve had done. Using both of her small hands she tipped Barbara's head and melted her lips to hers in a flow of pure love. When she was released Barbara whispered, "Thank you, darling Caitlin, for allowing me to accompany you to church today." "You accepted that brutal beating and wore that horrible cloak that has to be tearing up your battered body just so Steve would kiss you. I'm right, aren't I?" Barbara just kissed the girl lightly on the lips and said, "You sure are! And after a kiss like that, he could have beaten me twice as much and I would still do the same thing." ------- "Aunt Susan," the little girl said softly, "I'm really not as big as you and your slave are. There's not as much of me to melt. And frankly, most of what little there was is already headed down the drain." Susan ran her fingers through the girl's short-cropped hair which caused Caitlin to object that her hairdo was being ruined. Then all three went out the door, dropped into the refrigerated pool and then ran into the shower room. When they had the jets of water running, Barbara was on her knees beside the girl carefully washing her lovely young body. To her surprise, Caitie insisted on reciprocating. Looking at her closely the girl exclaimed, "Barbie! Your cunt is gorgeous. It's just like Aunt Sue's now, isn't it?" In response to encouragement from Susie, Barbara had acquiesced. Laying back with her legs spread wide, she'd been biting on a piece of hard rubber as the sprite had removed all of her pubic hair except for a small but dense patch just above her slit. Moreover, because of all the time she'd spent in the tanning unit, her pubic patch, like the hair on her head, now had color streaks ranging from platinum blonde to brown all through it. To Susan's vast amusement, Caitlin insisted on giving Barbara a massage. It turned out not to be amusing at all. Although the little girl had to stand on an overturned milk box to be able to reach across her body, Caitie's small hands and fingers were very strong and she knew exactly where and how to exert pressure. In no time Barbara was groaning from the combined pain and pleasure of the remarkable massage. As she was finishing, Barbara was lying on her back on the massage table while the girl gently worked the expensive musk oil into her beautifully full and firm tits. Barb just savored the wonderful sensation but then said, "This is neat, my little friend, but, if you won't let me wear my usual cloak to church, what am I supposed to do? First of all, it's still sort of cold out there so I really should wear something for protection from the elements. Beyond that, though, some of the churchgoers may be somewhat ... narrow-minded... ? shall we say... ? if I appear naked..." "That's absolutely no problem," Caitie said airily. "I brought clothes for you from home. After all, Slave Barbara, you're just Taylor female standard." With the most impish little grin she continued, "Maybe you never noticed, but the Taylor women — Gram, Mommy, Aunt Nita, Aunt Sally — are all five feet eight and weigh 125, give or take an ounce or two. Anyway, you're all set." When Barbara got down off the massage table, Susan was close beside her and managed to grab her in time to keep her from falling on her face when her legs, with their muscles so relaxed after Caitie's incredible massage, refused to support her weight. "Good grief, little girl!" Barb demanded, "What did you do to me?" "I just gave you a little massage. Didn't you like it? I thought you did," she said with tears at the corners of her eyes. Barb just scooped her up off the floor, hugged her tightly, and kissed her full on the lips. While their lips were together, Barb used her tongue to probe the little girl's mouth and then forced it in. When the two tongues met, there was a massive jolt of electricity that almost knocked them both out. Leaning back against Barbara's encircling arms Caitlin just looked steadily into her eyes. Then, in the softest possible voice, she asked, "What did you just do to me, darling Barbara?" "I'm sorry, my darling," she replied as softly. "I shouldn't have done that. It's called a French kiss and its something you will do with Johnny when you're ready for him to take your virginity. But did you like it?" "You demonstrated an incredible degree of love for me, didn't you, Barbara. You truly love me, don't you?" "Yes, my darling little angel, I adore you!" Pretending to glare at the girl she demanded, "I said I would go to church with you but at this rate, there will be no more Masses left to attend!" The little girl grinned and ran out to the guest dressing room beyond the pool showers. There on a bench was a small stack of clothing. Caitie said, "Because I'm supplying your clothes, Slave Barbara, you must allow me to dress you, okay?" Before Barb could say a word Susan interjected, "Slave, for today you're at the disposal of our small guest, my favorite niece. Her wish is your command. Understand?" Barb just smiled and was about to nod when she remembered and said, "Yes, beloved mistress. Your instructions are very clear." Turning to Caitie she said, "I'm at your disposal, Mistress. What would you like me to do?" "First, stand up straight," the girl said. Then going to the little stack of clothing she pulled out the most beautiful white lace bikini, knelt down and held the garment open. When Barb stepped into it, she carefully raised it up the woman's perfect legs and then smoothed it into position around her loins. Barbara didn't know what to do. It was the first time she'd worn clothing since she'd become Susan's slave, and had never owned anything nearly as nice as the bikini. It was followed by a well-worn chambray shirt with the sleeves torn off at short-sleeve length and then a pair of Levi's. The jeans, clean and beautifully soft and smooth, fit Barb like a glove. As she wriggled around in them while just enjoying the feel of the soft fabric on her body, Caitie said, "You need to thank my mommy, too, Slave Barbara. She told me to tell you that she spent months breaking in these jeans just right." The little girl grinned and continued, "And there are few things Mommy hates more than breaking in a new pair of jeans. Although she's funny! You know how a lot of women, when they're pregnant, spend time knitting baby things and that sort of stuff? My mom? Hah! I think it started with Kevin. She spends her time breaking in a new pair of Levi's. She says it takes about the same time to break in a pair as it does to make a baby. These came along with baby Sheila." Then with the cutest little grin either of the other two had ever seen she concluded, "She also asked me to tell you, Aunt Susan, that now she's even with you for saving my life. She says that a well-broken-in pair of Levi's for your body slave is easily worth two disobedient imps." "But what about a bra?" Barb asked. "This fabric of this shirt is worn kind of thin and everyone will see my nipples!" Looking thoughtful, Caitie cocked her head and pretended to study Barbara's chest. Finally she nodded once and said in a very flat tone of voice, "I guess they will, won't they?" Then with a big grin she added, "You'll be sure to keep your nipples nice and hard, won't you? I love to see a woman's nipples poking holes in her shirt. And the men utterly adore it!" Both Barbara and Susan just shook their heads at the comment coming from the adorable little girl. Then the girl sat Barbara on a bench and began to work on her hair. Remarkably, it was still styled the way Ellie had left it the very first night. In fact, every four weeks the woman came over, took out a sharp carving knife and trimmed it. Now she was overwhelming in her beauty. Her hair, although still in a very ragged-looking cut, strangely complemented the intense beauty and delicacy of her features. The myriad streaks of color just heightened the overall effect. All Caitie had to do was to brush it and quickly comb it. Then she just cocked her head and looked at Barb. There was a look on her face as if something was missing but she didn't know quite what. Then she snapped her fingers, went to her little purse, took something out and brought it over to Barb. Susan, now fully dressed, just watched the exchange. Caitie stood behind Barb, put a heavy gold chain around her neck and fastened it in back. "Aunt Susan, now she is complete!" Caitie proclaimed. "This is a slave collar. Gram says all slaves should have them, particularly if they're allowed out loose on the street. This is engraved 'S S' on the catch for Susan's Slave. Inside it says, 'Property of Susan Collins.' Isn't it neat?" When Susan examined it closely, she found it was a extremely heavy collar of 18-carat gold. Affixing it around Barb's neck again, she put her arms around the woman and kissed her solidly. When they eased apart she whispered, "I love you very much, Barbara Jensen." "And I adore you, beloved mistress," Barb responded. As they were about to go off in search of Steve, Susan casually dropped a bomb. "By the way, Barb, two things: First, when you return from church, Jeff and I'll be gone. We're going up to Vermont as guests of the Taylors for some skiing and stuff. Since we're going to be out of the house and since your training is so important, we've given you to Steve. You'll be staying with him in his apartment from now on. Okay?" The girl was so utterly stunned she said nothing at all. After locating Steve the threesome went off to church, but Barb was moving in a daze. She spent most of the Mass on her knees praying for guidance. Finally, when they reached the point of exchanging signs of peace, she turned toward Steve and just raised her face towards his. Moving as gently as he could, he very lightly put his fingers under her chin, raised it and tipped it. Then, moving almost in slow motion, he moved his lips down to meet hers. Again she felt the searing joy and love flowing between them. Ignoring the others in the church, she opened her mouth a tiny bit, just enough to permit her to probe his mouth with the tip of her tongue. It contacted his and the jolt of electricity almost knocked them both down. Each put his arms around the other, as much for support as from affection. Caitlin had been watching the two with great love and joy. She could see exactly what was happening and she rejoiced in their happiness. When they finally parted, Barbara lifted her up in her arms and kissed her solidly on the mouth. As they separated, Caitlin murmured, "I'm so happy for you, Barbie! He's just so neat, and he loves you so much." When Barb put her down, she moved past her to reach Steve, then just held her arms up while she looked up at his face. He, too, picked her up and kissed her. Again, Caitlin concentrated on communicating the incredible depth of her love, and did. Steve's eyes were glassy when he gently put her down. As he was lowering her, she whispered, "She's a truly wonderful person, Steve. You'll be very happy!" ------- Chapter 19 When Mass was over, Steve and Barbara walked Caitie back to her own apartment and then returned to the Collins'. To her surprise, as they were walking along the sidewalk on the East Side of Manhattan, Steve put out his hand and took Barbara's hand in his. Then as much to her own surprise as to his, after they had walked another block, she looked up at him and said softly, "Thank you, Sir Steve. This feels so good." "What does?" he asked, amazed. "Your holding my hand the way you are," she said softly. For him, it was a very surprising and disturbing day, too. In spite of his marriage to Susan, Steve Sloan had had virtually no experience with women. The truth of the matter was that Susie had been the aggressor in their relationship in Vietnam. In spite of his size, brains, and good looks, Steve could never believe a woman could possibly be interested in him. If he didn't completely ignore the speculative — and frequently inviting — looks cast his way by beautiful women, he misconstrued them. He flatly could not believe he was attractive to women. The day with Barbara Jensen was utterly astonishing to him. First, he found he just loved the feel of her smooth, slender hand in his. Second, being six feet three, Steve was used to taking mincing steps on the very few occasions he walked beside a woman. Barbie had beautifully long legs and a naturally long stride. His natural pace seemed to be hers as well. Finally, it was almost as if they shared a brain. Whenever he looked at her, he found that she'd simultaneously turned to look at him. Then, to her surprise — and to his — he said softly, "Thank you, Barbie." "For what could you possibly be thanking me?" she asked, genuinely puzzled. "I really don't know," he replied, thoroughly confused. "But thank you ... for being you." Barbara frowned in bewilderment, but then gave his hand a friendly squeeze. She found she adored the close contact. Back at the apartment, she started to strip off her clothing to return to her normal attire: nudity. Again, Steve surprised her. "Please don't, Barb. Please remain dressed ... For me?" With a cute little grin she shook her head and said, "That has got to be the ultimate insult. 'Lady, would you please keep your clothes on.' Thanks a hell of a lot, Steven Sloan. I'll try to think of something nice to say to you someday, too." Poor Steve was totally confused by her comment. He didn't know what to say to get out of the box he had evidently put himself into. Barbara added to his confusion by coming close, raising her lips, pulling his head down and kissing him. "Thank you, my darling," she whispered. "I think it will be easier for both of us if we keep our clothes on, too." After preparing a magnificent brunch for just the two of them, Barbara turned her attention to Steve's apartment. Unbeknownst to her, in just the previous month, his apartment had been completely rebuilt. When he showed her around, she just drooled. It was utterly magnificent. Its bathroom was even more elaborate than the Collins' master bath. In addition to two sinks and a giant shower, it had a bathtub the size of a small swimming pool. In fact, it was both large enough and deep enough for either of them actually to float in it. She spent the afternoon cleaning and putting things away. The apartment, she realized, on a stand-alone basis would rent for thousands of dollars a month, given its location on New York's posh Upper East Side. With all of its rooftop amenities it became utterly priceless. Although the unit was a part of the Collins' apartment, it had its own entrance from the main elevator lobby. In addition to the bathroom, the bedroom was both enormous and beautiful. It had two walk-in closets. The empty one — obviously fitted out for a woman — was the size of a fair-sized bedroom. Then there was a sitting room and an utterly magnificent cherry-paneled study. The paneling was the same as that used in the lobby and entrance to the Collins' apartment. Finally, there was a fantastic kitchen. When they returned to the penthouse, the first thing Barbara had seen was a note to her from Susan. In it she told her to pig out! There was a magnificent array of foodstuffs and wines and she was ordered to make use of it. Now in her small apartment — although, she realized "small" was a relative word: it was far larger than all but a handful of standalone apartments in New York — she felt strange. Temporizing, she began to carefully go through the kitchen cabinets. In just an instant she realized that Susan had laid out this kitchen, too. Everything in it was in exactly the location a fine chef would expect. Moreover, not only was the kitchen completely equipped, everything in it was brand new and the very finest obtainable. This served to inspire the girl. She prepared a magnificent seafood cocktail and then tournedos Rossini for their dinner. The tournedos were to be accompanied by soufléed potatoes and a magnificent salad. After carefully going over the wines she found a lovely Chablis to serve with the seafood and the salad, and a superb chateau-bottled Bordeaux that would go perfectly with the tournedos. When all of her advance preparations were complete, she very carefully prepared a small platter of delectable canapés, then went looking for Steve. She found him in the library at his desk. When she entered, he looked up and grinned. "Hi! What have you been doing, Barb?" "Master, is it your wish to have cocktails before dinner? If so, what may I make for you?" Rising from his chair, he went around the desk and stood before the beautiful woman. As he stood so close to her that he could feel the heat from her body, he could sense something else. She was trembling. Taking her into his arms, now he could feel the trembling throughout her body. "What's wrong, my darling?" he asked. "Why are you shaking like this?" The poor woman couldn't even speak. All she could do was slowly shake her head from side to side. Then he said, "And my name is Steve, or 'Hey, you, ' or ... But you get the idea. I am not your master, and I am not Sir Steven. Okay?" Instead of replying, she held him close and whispered, "I adore you, Steven Sloan. That's why I'm shaking. I've never been so scared in my entire life. I so desperately want you to like me ... Or at least accept me ... Steve, please let me stay here with you! Please don't send me away. I'll do absolutely anything you want me to if you'll only let me stay." Then she hugged him and proceeded to cry with hopeless-sounding cries. "Did my slave indicate that there were ... appetizers? Did she?" Looking up at him, even though tears were still streaming from her eyes, she rapidly nodded her head. Then he said, "Lady, it may have escaped your notice, but I'm a butler. One of the things butlers do very well is prepare drinks. Now, milady, what may I serve you before dinner this evening?" Barbara was utterly overcome. All she could do was shake her head and finally say, "I really don't know, Steve. Honest! No one ever asked me what I wanted to drink. Never in my entire life. Something was prepared or ordered and just given to me to drink. So I drank it." Then with the warmest smile he'd ever seen she asked, "Could you please make something for me? Only, please, tell me what it is after you give it to me?" Steve disappeared then returned with a chilled amber liquid served in a stemmed glass. When she took a sip and found it was a marvelous wine she looked at him with a question in her eyes. "It's a cocktail sherry, Barb. This is Harvey's Tico, which is my personal favorite. It's really very good before dinner, particularly when wine will be served with the meal." Then he leaned over, gently kissed her and said, "But where did my lovely slave learn to decant a fine Bordeaux? You're doing it perfectly — and it's an utterly magnificent wine, too." After sipping their sherry and chatting — although the conversation was broad in scope and innocuous in content, both could feel the tension mounting between them — Barb disappeared into the kitchen. When she announced dinner a few minutes later, he joined her in the kitchen and then just stopped, speechless. Although the apartment didn't have a dining room, it did have a dining area as part of the kitchen. The table — made of very heavy butcher-block maple — was decorated with fresh flowers and gorgeous place mats. There were two candlesticks on the table and everything was magnificent. Taking his seat at the head of the table, he noted that, rather than sitting opposite him, Barbara had set her place beside him at his right. The dinner was perfect. While he knew that Susan Collins and Colette Fletcher were Cordon Bleu chefs, he recalled Barbara Anthony telling him she could scarcely boil water. And yet the meal was by a wide margin the finest he'd ever eaten in his life. Looking at her he just shook his head and said, "Barb, I thought you said you couldn't cook when you arrived here. What happened?" "I couldn't, Master, but you and Susan happened. With the whips, there was a real ... incentive ... to learn to cook. Don't you agree?" Then she smiled the warmest, most loving smile he'd ever seen — although he didn't recognize her love for what it was. "But still, Barb ... Only sixty days!" He just shook his head. For dessert she prepared crèpes Suzette. Steve just savored the luscious pancakes. When she served coffee and brought out a platter of fruits and cheeses, he disappeared and came back with two snifters and a bottle of Louis XIII cognac. When he did, she grinned, disappeared, and returned a few minutes later with a Corona corona for him and a very light thin Corona panatela for herself. To his utter amazement, she carefully bit off the end of his cigar, lit it with exquisite care, rolling it in her mouth to ensure it was lighted evenly over its entire circumference, and then presented it to him. Repeating the process with her own, she sat down, stretched her legs out under the table, and savored the magnificent cigar with her cognac and coffee. Steve didn't say a word. Instead, he just leaned over towards her and waited. Seeing him poised and waiting, Barbara moved her head towards his and then, as slowly and as gently as she possibly could, she let their lips meet. With only their lips in contact, it was utterly magnificent. After drinking more coffee, Barb finished by doing the dishes. Although he offered to help her clean up, she flatly refused. Then they took their brandy and cigars into the library. There they sat together on a magnificent high-backed leather sofa. While Steve watched a war movie on a pay-cable channel, Barb instantly fell asleep with her head on his shoulder. When it was ending — since it ended with the climactic battle scene, there was a lot of noise — it awakened Barbara who just wriggled against his shoulder. "Did you like it?" he asked skeptically. "It was the best movie I've ever seen," she declared. When they went into the bedroom, even Steve could feel the tension mount. He prepared for bed quickly and as he emerged from the bathroom, Barb ducked in so quickly he didn't even see her. When she emerged again into the bedroom, Steve was in bed waiting for her. There was only one light on in the room. Controlling an urge to jump into the bed and hide under the covers, Barbara came to the side of the bed closest to Steve, stood up straight and put her shoulders back. "Master, may I share your bed tonight?" she asked softly. "My body is clean and sweet-smelling," she added, "and it's quite supple. I can mold mine to yours to try to keep you warm, sir. It's expected to be a very cold night tonight." When he just pulled back the covers on her side, she ran around it and jumped in. As soon as she was beside him Steve knew that what she'd said was true. The fragrance of her body was delightful. "Aren't you going to spread your legs for me?" he asked softly. "That's what you're here for, isn't it?" Now visibly trembling she spread her thighs wide and raised her pelvis to provide him the access to her wetness that he wanted. "What's wrong with you, Steven Sloan?" Susie exclaimed. Steve, in the process of rolling over between Barbara's legs, almost fainted. There, standing on the bed beside Barb's ear was his late wife. Or a tiny replica of her, anyway. To Barb she said, "I'm so sorry, my darling! But I completely forgot how incredibly naïve this big lug is. On our wedding night if I hadn't aimed him in the right direction, he probably would have tried to fuck me in my asshole, not knowing there was any other place his marvelous cock might fit." At that the sprite dropped on the bed and then just sat with her knees drawn up under her chin. "Now, let's take this from the top. Steven Sloan, would you please kiss this girl? Now!" Steve was utterly beside himself but he did what the sprite told him. Lowering his head he started very gently to kiss Barbara on the lips. It wasn't the kind of kiss either she or Susie had in mind, though. Wrapping her arm around his neck she began to work her lips on his and then began to probe his mouth with her tongue. When it met his, again there was an enormous jolt of electricity. Meanwhile, Barbara concentrated on keeping her lips as soft as she possibly could and just savored the wonderful experience of his lips on hers. When they finally eased apart, both were glassy-eyed and breathing rapidly. "That was utterly perfect!" the sprite exclaimed. Then she shook her head and said, "Barb, I apologize again. How could I possibly have allowed this lug to remain so dumb?" Then she grinned and continued, "I remember, now. I didn't want him to even think about other girls, so..." Turning to Steve she asked, "How was that kiss?" Sloan was so puzzled, he had no idea how to even think about answering it. All he did was shake his head. "Darling, do you think you get that reaction kissing any woman?" "I ... I guess so," he said slowly. Steve could not believe that his dead wife could possibly be present on the bed. "Darling, no!" she exclaimed. "What you experienced is an intensity of love and mutual commitment that's utterly beautiful. And, honey, it's far stronger than even ours was." Then she moved quickly and kissed Barbara on both eyes. "What this woman has done for you, Steven Sloan, is truly unbelievable! Just look." With that the sprite bounced to her feet and pulled the covers completely off Barbara. Kneeling beside her chest, she reached over and stroked her right breast. "Look at this tit, Steve. It's utterly perfect. It's round with a tiny little nipple, just the way you like it. Try! Kiss it." Steve was now on his knees, too. Leaning over he put his lips around the tiny nipple that was, as usual, fully engorged. As he sucked it and nibbled on it, Barb held his head down and wriggled with delight. When he finally lifted his head, she took his left hand in hers and then used one of his fingers on her slit. "Can you feel it, my darling?" she asked. "Can you feel how wet my cunt is?" Very gently he moved his finger around her love box and found that she was flooded with her juices. But then he stopped, just knelt up straight and shook his head like a boxer trying to shake off a hard punch he'd just absorbed. Unwittingly he adopted the posture that was so common among the women in the household: he was kneeling up straight on the bed with all of his weight back on his heels. "What's going on?" Looking at the sprite kneeling on the bed facing him from across Barbara's body he said, "Why don't we start with you? The last time I saw you, Sue, you were in pieces ... Literally!" "Steven Sloan, you're a monster pain in the ass. Do you know that?" she exclaimed. "You made me absolutely miserable..." "My darling, I've thought of little else since those terrible days," he cried. "I've been over it and over it and over it—" "No, Steve!" she interrupted. "That's not what I mean at all." She made a little grimace. By this time Barbara had slid up to the top of the bed and was reclining against the pillows while the two Sloans talked across her lower body. "I wouldn't care to do it for a living, but I actually got some perverse pleasure out of screwing up the Vietnamese." She grinned and shook her head, "I'll never forget the looks on their faces when I told them how delicious my tit was and how beautifully they had cooked it." Looking up at him she asked, "And by the way, you never said if you liked it or not. I asked them to give you my right one because I thought it was the fuller of the two and probably the better tasting. Did you like it?" "Sue, I was dying just watching you. I couldn't answer that question if my life depended on it." "What about my leg? When I pulled the plug they were roasting it on a spit. Was it good?" At this point Steve looked sick but he replied, "Yes, it was. That I do remember. I figured since I was escaping that night, I needed some food—" "Goody!" she interjected. "That means you escaped on my legs ... Or on some of my right leg, anyway." But then she said, "But let's knock this off, shall we? It isn't what I meant to talk about. When I said you made me miserable, darling, it was what came afterward. "Steven Sloan, how do you think I felt watching you dig a huge hole for yourself, climb in, and then pull the damned thing down on top of you. How do you think I felt watching you make yourself into a human vegetable?" Steve just slowly shook his head. He was dumbstruck at Susan's attack. But she continued, "Is it over yet? Oh, no! You just had to make me look like an idiot with my very best friend in the whole world, Barbara Jensen. I've been telling her how I spent so much time training you that she was going to receive the benefits of all my training. Benefits? My God! The first thing you do is try to rape the poor girl. Now, Steven Sloan, I want you to really look at this woman. You first saw her sixty days ago. At that time she was a fat slob. What do you think now? I want you to run your fingers over her body." Steve jerked up and looked at the tiny girl. In spite of her diminutive size, her brown eyes were flashing hot sparks in his direction and he dared not do what she told him. Putting out his hand he gently touched Barbara's belly. As soon as he did he could feel her skin react to his touch. It was so satin-smooth and golden over perfectly toned muscles. Then he remembered how terribly fat she'd been the first time he'd seen her. Softly he asked, "Barbara, what did you do?" "I tried to make myself worthy of you, my darling master," she replied. Then she added, "Please, beloved master, I know nothing of lovemaking. With Simon Anthony, occasionally he would tell me to roll on my back and spread my legs. But I was so fat, and he was, too, I could never see what he was doing. But I'm sure his cock wasn't nearly as big or as long as yours. Since we were both so terribly fat, I doubt if he entered me very far at all. If you wish to warm your marvelous cock in my sheath, that's what it's there for—" "It is like hell!" Susie exclaimed. Then she continued, "If you think I went through the hell I've been through to just let you spread your legs for this ... this ... this I-don't-know-what ... you're crazy!" Glaring at Steve again she continued, "Sloan, I can't tell you all the people who are involved in my being here. For openers, there's Caitlin Fitzpatrick. I know you love her, Steve. Of course, everyone who has ever met her loves that girl. She's so good, so kind, so pure, so full of joy and grace..." Tears started to flow when she added, "That little girl emptied out Purgatory singlehandedly! She really did. But then, when she prayed to God to take her life and protect Susan Collins ... Well, that sort of got His attention. I had been bugging Him constantly and I guess I wore Him down, particularly when the imp added her prayers to mine. So anyway, here I am." Spinning on Barb she said, "Incidentally, believe it or not, you're still an intact virgin. You said you didn't think Anthony ever entered you very far. Well, he certainly didn't. He never even broke your hymen!" The tiny woman laughed and said, "You know what? You could have had an annulment instead of a divorce. Technically, your marriage was never consummated. Steve will be marrying a virgin!" Then her face fell as she added, "And for the first time, too. Although, as I said before — and as you've just found out — this guy is so sexually naïve, Heaven only knows what would have happened if I hadn't had some experience." Then she grinned and said, "On the other hand, if I hadn't gone after him — and known how to make love — nothing could have ever happened, anyhow." Then glaring at Steve she continued, "This perfect woman is going to be the mother of the most beautiful, the most perfect children the world has ever seen." Taking her tiny hand she ran it up the inner surface of Barbie's thigh and tugged. Taking the hint, Barbara spread her knees wide to open up her cunt. Susie grinned, jumped on Barbie's abdomen and knelt there. Reaching down she spread the girl's vaginal lips and said, "Isn't this the most beautiful cunt you've ever seen? And from this cunt — from her perfect womb — are going to come perfect children. But they won't come right away. First, for several years you two are going to get to know each other and every inch of each other's body, but then they will start to appear. And ... and ... and I'm going to watch over them, and care for them..." Tears started to flow but she spun on Barb and asked, "May I? Please? I can't ever have any children, of course, so may I share in yours? May I guide them and protect them... ?" She spun toward Steve and said, "My darling, I'm going to be their invisible Aunt Susan. Can I be? Please?" Turning quickly on Barbara's body she moved up and now was kneeling right over her navel. "Darling Barbie, there's one thing we never talked about. When ... Many years from now, when you both die, could I... ? Well, I mean, you're going to have so many joyous years together and Steve and I ... Well ... I mean ... It was only a few weeks we ever spent together, so..." Suddenly, the little sprite launched herself in a dive and sprawled between Barbie's tits. With her elbows on her chest, Sue was supporting her chin on her hands and asked with tears starting to stream down her tiny cheeks, "Could we? Share? Please?" "But my dear! I mean ... Really!" Barb exclaimed. Then with a quick movement, she scooped up the tiny girl, held her up in the air at arms length, and then slowly lowered her until their lips met. Again, there was the flow of the purest love that even Steve could see. Then she said, "Well ... If you're willing to settle for him taking you in your ass, or something ... I mean ... After all, I'll be the mother of his children, and..." She couldn't maintain the charade. Rather she said, "Susan Sloan, you're Steve's wife and his love. The thought that you might allow me to share in the incredible happiness you and Steve will have through all eternity is simply overwhelming. I just don't know what to say." With a little yelp, Susie kissed her again and then stood up on her belly. "I know what to say: We'll flip to see who gets him first each day. I can see it now. We'll sleep every night with Steve between us. And while he's fucking one of us, he's eating the other's cunt." The sprite snapped her fingers and said to herself, "Great idea!" Then turning to Steve she said, "Why don't you do something useful? This girl has the sweetest cunt you can possibly imagine. Now why don't you get between her gorgeous legs and eat it? I'm sure you'll utterly adore it. Now move!" she yelled. Taken aback, Steve moved between Barbara's legs. When she lifted her knees to raise her cunt, Susie just sat down and gave directions to them both. She told Barb how to position her legs over his shoulders and then she gave Steve detailed directions on eating a girl's cunt. Almost instantly her vaginal juices began to flow and Steve found that Susie was right: Barbara's cunt was as sweet as sugar with a gorgeous fragrance of her very own. In almost no time she reached her first orgasm, then her second. Only minutes later, she was in continuous orgasm. Susie found she loved the feeling of being bounced around on Barb's abdomen because all of her abdominal muscles were in spasm. Barb screamed and pounded on the bed with her small fists as all of her sensation was in her loins. Finally, Steve lightly bit her clit and that was the end. With another huge orgasm, her nervous system shorted out and she fainted. Steve carefully licked out the new flow of delicious juices, then eased the girl's legs off his shoulders and back on the bed. Moving up on the bed, he lay with his back against the headboard, lifted Barb's head, placed it on his shoulder, put his hand on her tit, and pulled the covers up to their chins. Susan scrambled out from under the covers with a grin. Then to Steve she said softly, "What did you think, my darling? Isn't she utterly exquisite? Isn't her cunt so sweet and luscious?" He just nodded his head vigorously and studied the sprite who was now sitting cross-legged on the blanket that covered him. Just then Barbara began to regain consciousness. Feeling Steve's strong arm around her she kept her eyes closed and just nuzzled closer to him. Then she murmured, "My darling, this feels so utterly wonderful!" But then she blinked, looked up at his face with concern in her eyes and asked, "But what happened? Everything was feeling so incredibly good and then ... and then ... Nothing!" "That was your ultimate orgasm," Susie replied. "Now, lady, how about if you do something useful? How about giving Steve a blow job." "A what?" Barbara asked, confused. "A blow job... ? Giving head... ? Going down on him?" Shaking her head in mock amazement, she said, "Get with the program! I know damned well Susan Collins goes down on Jeff at least once a day. You must have seen it. Now let's go! It's getting late." Barbara was truly upset. She had only the slightest idea how to go about taking his cock in her mouth. Although Susie was right — she'd seen Susan take Jeff numerous times — she'd never really paid attention to what was going on. All she'd ever done was to watch Sue's perfect body writhing beside Jeff's as he caressed and stroked her all over while she was going down on him. Actually, she could never figure out who was creating more pleasure for whom: Jeff with his hands and fingers or Sue with her talented mouth. Kneeling beside his hip she very gingerly reached out and took the massive cock in her hand. When she did, Susie was kneeling across from her. "Isn't it gorgeous?" the tiny sprite asked. "Can you imagine that monster ravaging your cunt and your ass?" Then with her eyes flashing she added, "Just think! He might be able to split you in two." Barbara didn't reply but extended her other hand and took the massive love weapon between them. As she caressed it, to her utter amazement, it began to grow even larger, in spite of starting from what was already a giant size. "It's just so gorgeous!" she breathed. Then Susie climbed on Steve's hip, knelt down and reached out with both of her tiny hands. "Barb, just look! If I could only take him inside, his cock is bigger than I am. Once I heard Caitie talking about watching her parents make love. Kelly was on her hands and knees while Kevin took her from the rear, doggy style. Anyway, Caitie said she crawled around to see if she could see her daddy's cock coming out of her mother's mouth. "Darling Barb, if I could only get his cock inside me, you'd see it's end come out my mouth. I would be like an olive speared on a toothpick." Then she grinned and asked, "Do you suppose there would be enough so he could fuck you, too, with whatever comes out my mouth?" Then she moved even closer and wrapped her tiny arms around his fully erect cock. Kneeling the way she was she rubbed her breasts against it and said, "Barb, this is just so great! I guess there are advantages to being tiny." "What are you two doing down there?" Steve asked. He'd pulled himself up to the head of the bed piled up some pillows, and was watching the two girls who, he realized, were truly the loves of his life. "We're playing, turkey!" Susie exclaimed. "I knew you were sexually retarded, but I never realized just how much, before. We're two oversexed women admiring the luscious equipment that Barb is going to be entertaining in her mouth in a moment and then in her cunt in a very short time. I, on the other hand, will have to wait a few years..." Then her voice changed dramatically as she continued, "We're the women who adore you, Steven Sloan. Is that such a complex idea?" Meanwhile Barb had been running her slender fingers up and down his giant cock. When she put her mouth over its tip, almost instantly she tasted the pre-cum on it. Then she kissed, and licked, then took the head into her mouth. Thinking about it, she remembered seeing Susan taking Jeff all the way into her mouth. Since the only possible way was for his cock to drive down her throat, she worked and finally figured out a line that permitted it to work. Remembering that it was called a blow job, or cocksucking, she took it out until only its tip was in her mouth and gently blew on the tip and then sucked it as hard as she could. Remarkably, although she'd done it purely as a way to give Steve pleasure — she would do absolutely anything or allow anything to be done to her if it might enhance his pleasure even the smallest amount — she found she enjoyed both the taste of his beautifully clean cock and the feeling of it in her mouth. While she was working on it, she could occasionally feel it begin to throb. Although she knew nothing about male physiology, she correctly sensed that he was getting close to his release so each time she subtly changed her tempo and could instantly feel his release point recede. As she was on her knees beside him with her head going up and down on his glorious cock she thought, This is such marvelous fun! It was an incredible thought. Suddenly she realized that, in addition to feeling enormous pleasure — she could still remember vividly the incredible sensations Steve had created when he'd eaten her cunt — it could be fun, too. "Oh, God! Please!" Steve screamed. "Bobbie, I have to cum! Please let me. Please!" Lifting her head she just looked up at him and said quietly, "No. You haven't suffered nearly enough. And this is such fun, too." Susie, now just kneeling opposite her and watching, clapped her hands in glee. Going back to her work, Barb realized that Steve's cock was now truly enormous. Then she put her lips around it, sucked the tip as hard as she could and squeezed his balls with both hands hard. Steve screamed in pain but instantly began to shoot his huge load into her mouth. While she swallowed as quickly as she could, Barbara continued to suck as hard as she could while kneading his balls to try to extract all of his succulent cum. For Steve it was his first sexual release in years. To his amazement, he was crying from the joy of his cuming. It was a great surprise to Susie, too; Bobbie was so busy drinking the cum, she didn't notice it. As his flow slowed and then became the final spasms, Susie said softly, "Bobbie, could I ... could you give me some from your mouth? It's been so awfully long..." Barbara carefully lapped up the end of his spending and then leaned across his body. Susie cocked her head and the two sets of lips met. As soon as Susie tasted the cum, there was a little flash and she was no longer there. Looking up at Steve, Barbara made her eyes wide as she asked, "Is that all?" Then she daintily stuck out the tip of her tongue. Steve howled with laughter, pulled her up beside him, and melted his lips to hers. When he began to probe at her mouth with his tongue, her first reaction was to resist — his cum was still in her mouth — but then she realized it was what he wanted. Relaxing her mouth as much as she could, she made it as easy as she could for him to explore with his tongue. She realized that there was the usual intense flow of electricity between them. After turning off the light, he pulled her as close to his body on his right side as he could. Barb rested her head on his muscular shoulder, then wriggled her body to mold it to his. In no time they were both asleep. ------- Chapter 20 Steve Sloan was awakened by sunlight coming in the window. He was about to jump out of bed with a start — he'd slept later than he had in years — when he realized he was not alone. Relaxing again, he recalled the events of the previous day ... and night. Looking down, he felt a wonderful sense of happiness as he looked at Barbara's face on his shoulder. He realized his hand was cupping her marvelously firm tit and her body was molded to his along its entire length, from shoulder to waist to hip to thigh to knee. Studying her, he was struck with her incredible beauty ... and innocence. Sniffing, he became aware of her marvelous fragrance that now permeated everything. God, she's beautiful! he thought. Even with her eyes closed, her eyelashes are so long and dense. They're like utterly gorgeous little fans on her cheeks. Not knowing what else to do, he squeezed her tit as gently as he could just to see what would happen. Barbara's left cheek was against his shoulder so her face was oriented towards his. The instant he squeezed, her eyes opened and were focused on his. Without moving she said softly, "Good morning, beloved master. How may your slave serve you this morning? Would you like me to suck you off, or... ?" "I want you on top of me, Slave," he interrupted imperiously. With his powerful right arm he lifted to indicate to her what he had in mind. Barb just rolled to her left and rolled on top of him. As soon as she was settled, she pulled the covers up to cover them both, then rested her chin on the backs of her hands that she'd folded across his broad chest. Feeling his wiry chest hair against her tender breasts gave her an idea. Lifting up her torso, she began to move her tits in a circular motion. Only her nipples contacted the hair on his chest. Instantly her nipples, engorged to begin with, extended even more. The sexual stimulation was both thrilling and frustrating. The stimulation made her realize how badly she wanted him to take her. Nevertheless, she continued to rotate her body on his. "What are you doing, Slave?" he demanded. "Oh ... nothing, Master," she replied vaguely. Then, without altering her movements, she seemed to think for a moment and added, "That's not true, Master. I'm digging in your chest. But since I'm only using my nipples, I can't make any really big holes. I hope that you don't mind. I would dig in the sandbox, but we don't have one, and even if we did, it's too cold to play outside in it, anyway." With her eyes as big as saucers she repeated, "I truly hope that you don't mind." Steve wrapped his arms around her and squeezed. To his amazement, she was able to use her incredible strength — strength he had no idea she had — to keep far enough away from his chest to continue rotating her breasts in spite of his efforts to squeeze her to him. Finally she allowed her arms to collapse and just rubbed her cheek against his chest while he hugged her tightly. "I adore you, Barbara Jensen," he whispered. "Last night was the best night I can ever remember. Was it good for you?" By now Barbara was just lying with her cheek flat against his broad chest and was just savoring the wonderful feeling of being held so closely. Without lifting her head she said, "My perfect master, it couldn't have been better. It was the finest night I've ever spent in my entire life! I can't count the number of times I awakened to feel your great hand covering my tit while your arm held me close to your side. It was wonderful!" With that Steve suddenly threw the covers towards the bottom of the bed baring them both. But Barb was still on top of him when he whacked her bottom hard with one hand and said, "That's as it may be, Slave, but in the meantime, we have lots of things to do. Now get up!" With a grin and a giggle, she leaped from the bed and dashed into the bathroom. After relieving herself and brushing her teeth she went on out through the outer door to the pool deck, dove in, and began to swim laps. Steve was right behind her. After waiting for her to complete one lap, he dove in and they companionably moved up and down the pool. After a while he called a halt and challenged her to a race at 200 meters. When she asked the stakes he told her it was twenty lashes against a wish. Barbie quickly agreed. After setting the automatic starter/timer, Steve climbed on a starting box and looked at the girl on the adjacent box. Although the temperature was in the low teens — New York was in the grip of an Arctic cold wave — she seemed totally unconcerned. As the synthesized voice gave the starting sequence, she smoothly took her mark and fired off the box the same instant the buzzer sounded. With the electronic equipment, even one-thousandth of a second sooner would have triggered the false-start recall. Steve Sloan knew he was in the best shape of his life. Moreover, he had raced competitively at West Point and knew he was even faster now than he was then. As he drove down the pool he wondered what excuse to use to keep from whipping Barbara when he beat her. But as he prepared for his flip turn, he was shocked to find her passing him going the other way. Knowing he was swimming at his best pace, he concentrated on making perfect turns and getting the strongest-possible kick off each one. In the fifty-meter pool, 200 meters is only four lengths or two full laps. As he pounded down the straight for the last fifty he realized there was no other sound in the pool. When he touched, he found Barbie out of the pool and offering him her hand. When he weakly shook his head and raised his hand — he'd been going as fast as he could — she took it and easily pulled him out of the pool. As they headed for the sauna he realized that she wasn't even breathing hard. Once inside the hut, he poured water on the hot rocks and sat down on the bench. Barb came over, lay down on the bench and used his thigh as a pillow. For his part, he began to stroke her belly and her breasts while she just mewed with pleasure. After the sauna, they dropped into the refrigerated pool, then worked out on the exercise machines, and finally showered. When he told her that they should be dressed again that day, although she quickly stuck out her tongue, she put on the beautifully worn Levi's again. Checking the clock she was amused to find that it was not yet even seven-thirty. While she prepared a magnificent breakfast for them, Steve was fooling with a VCR and the TV in their kitchen. When they sat down to eat, he hit the play button on the VCR remote. Only then did she realize that they were watching a video tape of their earlier race. Steve grinned and reminded her that men never outgrow their need for toys, the toys just get more expensive. Barbie watched the tape with great interest. Although Susan — and Susie — had provided intensive coaching, she'd never actually seen herself swim. The electronic equipment controlling the video camera and the taping equipment left nothing to be desired. For example it showed Barb going off simultaneously with the buzzer. It had the capability to show a swimmer the time lag — in thousandths of a second — from the buzzer to her dive. Steve shook his head in dismay when he learned that his lag was nearly a full tenth of a second. Watching the tape he just whistled softly and said, "Barbara Jensen, that's the most perfect 200 meters I've ever seen. You're utterly unbelievable!" Checking the time he added, shaking his head, "And you just set a new world's record! Lady, in the sprints times move in hundredths. You managed to take more than two full seconds off the record. And your form! Good grief. Every ounce of your energy is moving you through the water. There isn't the slightest waste effort. You're unreal." Then he looked at her, shook his head and said, "But ... but ... but I could have sworn you almost drowned that first day in the pool — and that was only sixty days ago." "I did," she said with a grin. "Almost drown, that is." "But how... ? Why... ?" She dropped her eyes and whispered, "So you'd like me. And ... and ... and if God blesses me above all women by allowing me to carry your babies, I know you want them to be like you: handsome, strong, brilliant ... I ... I ... I don't want them to be ashamed of their mother." Then she raised her eyes, looked at him and said, "I'm sorry I won, Master, but ... but ... but I didn't want my blood on your lovely bed. I know I could sleep on the floor beside you, of course, but I'm really too selfish. After last night, my beloved master, I want to sleep close beside you every night." Then she pulled herself up as straight as she could in her chair and added, "Master, I want you to know that I adore Susan Sloan. I love her and I respect her. Nevertheless, the idea of you marrying me is utterly ridiculous. Now I've been thinking about it, and nothing would thrill me more than to bear your children. What I was thinking was that I could get pregnant and give birth. If you liked the child, you could keep it. Otherwise, we could put it out for adoption—" "You will like hell!" Susie exclaimed as she materialized standing on the table. Then she floated over to Barbara, kissed her full on the lips, then floated back to the tabletop. Glaring at Steve she said, "Do you realize what you have sharing your bed? Do you realize that Barbara Jensen is female perfection in the same class as Andy Taylor and Susan Collins? She really is. The Boss was really happy last night, too." Turning towards Barbara she continued, "He was really funny. He couldn't see how you could keep Steve out of your cunt last night. I told Him that first, you had drained him nearly dry, and second, poor Steve still doesn't quite know how it's done. He said he was sure he could figure it out, and as for being drained, lying next to your softness and smelling the incredible fragrance of your body, it would restore life to a guy who has been dead for a month! He thinks you're really neat!" Barbara's eyes were as wide as saucers. Pointing upward she stammered, "He? You mean... ?" She just pointed straight up. Nodding her head solemnly with her eyes wide Susie replied, "Sure do." Then she glared and added, "And there will be no more talk of children out of wedlock, hear?" With that the sprite disappeared as suddenly as she had appeared. "Wow!" Barbara said softly. "I guess I was told, wasn't I?" Reaching across she took his hand, raised it up to her lips and kissed its back. Then she just held it in both of hers. "What did you just do?" Steve asked. "I kissed your magnificent hand," she replied. "It's so big and strong. Whenever it cracks across my face I feel a few more teeth loosen." Then, while she kneaded it with her own strong fingers she added, "It will feel so neat on my bare bottom, too." Looking at him wide-eyed she said, "You'll spank me at least once a week, won't you? Kelly Fitzpatrick says its really the best thing to keep a woman's attention ... focused on her husband ... on important things." Steve just shook his head, not knowing how to react. With the breakfast dishes done and the apartment cleaned, Barb turned her attention to the Collins apartment. Although everything was already immaculate, she had a routine that she followed which even included putting out fresh-cut flowers throughout the apartment. When Steve teased her, pointing out that Jeff and Susan were gone for weeks, she just said that it was her job, first of all, and second, there was always a chance visitors might stop by. Susan would be utterly mortified if her home was not presentable. Steve just laughed. Then at three o'clock there was a call from building security announcing visitors: Andy Taylor and party. Barb just stuck out her tongue at him as she scrambled out of her jeans and into her uniform. When the doorbell rang, she opened the door and greeted the visitors. Now all Barb was wearing was a large white bow set on the back of her head and a tiny white one pinned to her pubic patch. Entering, after giving her coat to Steve who was now wearing his butler's uniform, Andy Taylor just stood back and looked at Barbara. "I think she's right," she murmured, without explaining her cryptic comment in any way. After ushering the guests into the living room, Barb asked if she could serve tea. When Andy said it would be very nice, the girl disappeared into the kitchen. There, in just the few minutes it took to prepare the tea, she prepared a collection of beautiful tea sandwiches. Carrying the tea service out to the living room, she asked if Andy would pour. With a warm smile she agreed and Barbara put the service down on the coffee table in front of her, then returned to the kitchen for the tea sandwiches. In addition to Andy, there was Nita Johnson, Kelly Fitzpatrick, and Ellen Duncan. Caitlin was also there wearing the most beautiful blue velvet dress whose color exactly matched the vivid blue of her eyes. The little girl was utterly adorable as she very daintily handled her tea cup. When serving the sandwiches, Barb dropped to her knees in front of a woman, offered the platter, then gracefully rose, moved to the next, and dropped to her knees again. When she knelt in front of Andy, the woman lightly put her hand on her shoulder, indicating she should remain where she was. "I hope you're watching carefully, Ellen Duncan," Andy declared. "Now this is the way to serve! Notice how perfectly straight Barbara's back is. Come and see for yourself." Ellie arose from the sofa and then knelt beside Barbara. "If I wasn't looking at you myself, woman, I would never have believed it. What you've done with yourself in just sixty days is truly unbelievable. But how? And why?" "How? I really don't know. Why? Because the day after you introduced me to the joys of slavery, I met Steven Sloan and fell madly, desperately, head-over-heels in love with him. That being so, I knew I had to improve everything about me to try to be worthy of him." Then changing the subject she looked up at Andy and said, "Mrs. Taylor, will you and the others be staying for dinner?" "It's Andy, Barb. It is not Mrs. Taylor. Am I clear?" "Yes, ma'am. You're very clear. Would you prefer to whip me here, in the exercise room, or outside at the whipping post? And what size whip do you prefer?" She smiled warmly and added, "I think you'll enjoy beating me because my flesh cuts very easily and I bleed profusely." "And why am I whipping you?" Andy asked softly. "Because I'm being disobedient, ma'am. I can't possibly call you Andy. My divine mistress would utterly kill me if I had the temerity to call her beloved mother by her first name. But I also know that you dislike being called Mrs. Taylor and insist that everyone call you Andy. So anyway, I guess the answer is for you to whip me." Suddenly the woman set the platter of sandwiches on the table, dropped her head to her knees, and began to bawl. Motioning Ellie away, Andy dropped to her knees and took the troubled woman into her arms. Then using her great strength she raised Bobbie's head from her lap and brought it to hers. Then she kissed her pouring out the incredible love she felt for this beautiful woman. The joyfulness in Andy's kiss penetrated through Barbara's misery. With tears still flowing she whispered, "What did you just do? Woman, you're not human!" "All I did was kiss you, Barb. Now tell me: What happened? Why did you crumple like that?" "Because I just realized what I did. You remember that I was Susan's stepmother. And I permitted that magnificent girl to be tortured, demeaned, and debased. I never said or did anything to try to get Simon to stop it. Then you come along, Mrs. Taylor, and are the mother that the poor girl never knew. If you had nurtured her in your womb and nursed her at your tit, Susan Collins couldn't love you more. Andy Taylor, you are her mother. Truly, you are." Now holding her head up straight she asked, "Are you ready to give me my beating now, Mistress?" "No, Barb, I am not. There will be no whipping today, either. I guess I'll have to live with you calling me Mrs. Taylor." She grinned and added rhetorically, "It really doesn't sound so completely awful, does it?" Then she said, "However, Barbara, you still haven't asked why we came over. Why not?" "Because, Mrs. Taylor, it's none of my business. You're my mistress's beloved mother. My master believes you walk on water and don't get your feet wet. In fact," she said with a warm smile, "He says, 'Andy Taylor is enough to ruin all of the mother-in-law jokes.' He utterly adores you. Therefore, Mrs. Taylor, this house is yours along with everything in it. Now how may I serve you?" "You may ask Steve to go down to the garage. Poor Sam has been down there alone all this time. There's a lot of stuff to be brought up." "Yes, ma'am. Immediately. I can be dressed in just a moment—" "You'll stay here with us!" Andy said forcefully. "And for that matter, you can start by taking off your uniform. If you don't mind, my granddaughter would like to help you." Then she smiled warmly and added, "With the exception of your mistress, my daughter Susan, you're her favorite person in the whole world." With a happy grin Caitie jumped up and went over to where Barbara was just standing. Kneeling down in front of her the little girl carefully examined the tiny bow in her pubic hair to find which way the bobby-pin was set. Then she carefully removed it. But while still on her knees, Caitie wrapped her arms around Barb's now-perfect legs and first kissed and then licked her slit. When she did, Barbara yelped in surprise. Kelly Fitzpatrick winked at Andy and then exclaimed, "Caitlin Fitzpatrick! What are you doing? How many times do we have to tell you to ask permission first before lapping a woman's cunt. Some of them might not like it. Well?" With her adorable face now wet with Bobbie's cuntal juices the little girl looked up with a grin and asked, "Slave Barbara, I hope you don't mind if I lick your cunt. Because if you do, it's just too bad, because your mistress gave you to me to use while she's away. Now, to make this easier on both of us, please lie down on your back, spread your knees as far apart as you can and elevate your hips. I want to drink at your source." While Bobbie was getting herself into the indicated position Caitie continued, "Besides, you'll probably like it. Mommy says that with my small tongue I can get into the smallest little crevices in her cunt that Daddy never reaches with his big one. She really loves it, too." What followed was the most remarkable experience Barbara had ever had. Caitie was right. She was incredibly good. Before long Barbara's loins were in constant spasm. All of her sensations were in her loins, and Bobbie wanted them never to end. For her part, Caitie just tirelessly licked and sucked and drank the luscious juices that were now flowing in a constant stream. Just as the door opened, the little girl bit Bobbie's clit hard. The shock on top of the incredible sexual stimulation was too much. Again, her nervous system shorted out and she was unconscious. Steve came in with his arms loaded with clothing. Sam Duncan followed him, loaded down as well. "Steve," Andy said, "would you mind putting those things on the bed in your apartment and then coming back here? Then I would like you to carry your love and put her on the bed, too. So please do try to leave room for her, won't you?" Steve grinned and did what he'd been asked to do. Then he and Sam went down for another load. Barbara's eyes blinked and then opened. She found herself looking up at Caitlin's cute face. But now it was covered with her drying love juices. Smiling warmly, she patted the place beside her on the bed, and Caitlin climbed up. Then, while holding her face, Barbara carefully licked off all of the juices. For Caitie, once she realized what she was doing, the sensation was utterly exquisite. When Barbara finished, Caitie said, "See what I mean, Gram? Can you possibly imagine a woman as good and as pure as Barbara licking my face? It was just so incredibly neat!" Again the two men came in laden down with more clothing. "What's all this?" Barbara asked, completely at a loss. "I was wondering when you would get around to asking," Andy said in a dry tone of voice. "But don't say you weren't warned. Caitie said that just yesterday she told you that you were just Taylor female standard. And then she proved it by fitting Kelly's Levi's on your body. To Kelly's disgust, Caitie says they fit you better than they fit her. Anyway, a little bird told us that there was a huge closet over here with nothing in it. Since there are limited opportunities to get rid of accumulated junk, here we are." With a grin at her granddaughter, Andy said, "Caitie, do you want to begin?" Caitie dove into a pile of clothing and emerged with another white lace bikini. As she worked the gossamer up Bobbie's legs she said, "Gram, isn't she utterly exquisite? But how on earth was she able to do it? How could she go from 185 to 125 in only sixty days, and become a world-class athlete to boot? But she did it and she's just so neat!" Then one after another, Bobbie put on and modeled a wide range of outfits. As she suspected, although they were all the same size, most of the items still had store tags on them. In spite of Andy's comments, they were brand new. When she raised the question, Nita Johnson just replied in an utterly bored tone of voice that it was the trouble with being in the business: Manufacturers and designers kept bombarding her with unwanted merchandise. Barbara noted that, although her voice sounded bored, her eyes were flashing. It was only then that Barb realized that the only difference between Nita and herself was the color of eyes. Nita's were gray while hers were blue. Even their hair was remarkably similar although Nita's was in a short boy's cut with a duck's ass, while Bobbie's was a ragged urchin cut. Both women's brown hair was naturally streaked with colors ranging from platinum to brown, and both women had perfect golden tans. She didn't notice the way Nita was studying her hair styling. While it was very similar to Kelly's, her coloring was identical to Nita's. Moreover, she realized that they shared a regal quality from their very refined features and bearing. Nita was fascinated by the juxtaposition of the girl's refined features and the coarse-appearing hair cut. She decided the overall effect was fantastic. It was immediately obvious that the clothing was the very finest Barbara had ever worn. Aside from everything fitting perfectly, the colors were perfect and the styling was always elegant. She put on a lovely green silk cocktail dress and shivered for a moment until her body heat warmed the cold fabric. Then Andy, who had been sitting on a chair in the corner, got up, smoothly stripped off her dress, and asked Barbara for the dress she was wearing. Looking puzzled, she did as she was asked. Slipping it over her head, Andy just turned her back to Barbara who zipped the dress up for her without anything further being said. Then Andy turned and looked at the girl closely. Gently she ran her fingertips up the center of Bobbie's belly. Reaching her breasts she cradled the golden globes in her hands and just gently and then more forcefully squeezed them provoking a mewing sound from deep in Barbara's body. "Oh, Mistress Taylor, that feels so utterly scrumptious!" "Yes, it does, doesn't it?" Andy commented. "And you're hired, by the way." "Hired? I don't understand." "As my dress-warmer, silly. Don't you just hate getting into a dress when it's ice cold? I think silk is the very worst, too. But you warm it so perfectly and even impart a delectable fragrance..." ------- Chapter 21 Suddenly, to Andy's amazement, Barbara's face just crumpled again. Slowly she sank down to her knees as she again began to weep uncontrollably. When she was on her knees, she just continued to sag until her face was against her thighs and she had her arms up and around her head. Huddled in a little ball, the girl was crying her eyes out. "What's wrong, darling Bobbie?" Andy asked. She tried to hold the girl but she was in a tight protective ball. Looking around, Andy saw expressions of shock and dismay on the faces of the other women. Clearly, whatever happened was as much of a shock to them as it was to her. Being unable to do anything else, Andy just stroked Bobbie's bare back with her fingertips. That gave her an idea. Motioning to Kelly, Nita, and Ellie, they moved around her and then two pulled Barbie's arms off her head and pulled them out to the side. The other girl grabbed her ankles and pulled down. The combined efforts had the effect of spread-eagling the girl on the carpet. As soon as her body was flat, Andy sat on her back and began to massage it using her very strong fingers to work on muscles that had knotted up because of the girl's so-obvious distress. Now with her arms spread-eagled, Barbara had her nose on the carpet as she cried her eyes out. "Please stop, my darling," Andy whispered. "Please tell me what's wrong. Please?" They could all feel Barbara just give up. In some way it was more disturbing than her resistance had been. Motioning to the others, she got off Bobbie's back, then took one of her hands and turned her over. Lifting her up, Andy was sitting on the floor with her back to the bed and held Bobbie in front of her. Wrapping her arms around the girl, Andy held her tightly with her hands crossed over her chest and actually used her tits for handholds. With her hair cropped so short, it was possible for Andy to kiss the girl's ear. Moreover, as she held her, Andy became conscious of the woman's extraordinary fragrance. She was utterly luscious and Andy said so. Again, whispering in her ear, "Darling, please tell me. What did we do?" For the first time Barbara relaxed. She became aware of her back pressing against Andy's perfect tits and felt the warmth of her beautiful body merging with her own. Slowly, she turned her head to be able to look at Andy. As soon as she did, Andy kissed her with all of the love she possessed. Her love was so great, Barbara immediately passed out. When she recovered consciousness, she was still being held tightly in Andy's arms. Then she said softly, "I'm the trouble. Susan was absolutely right. I'm worth something as a body slave, but not much. That's absolutely all I'm good for. I'm a walking disaster area!" she wailed. "Caitie, would you like to talk about that?" Andy said quietly. The little girl had been watching the events with dismay. She knew something was very wrong with the woman she'd come to love. While the women had been working on Barbara, Caitie had been essentially hiding in the corner to try to avoid embarrassing her further. Now she dropped to her knees and took Barbara's left hand in both of hers. Looking down she said softly, "This is a good place to start, I think. Gram, have you ever seen a lovelier hand than this? It's so incredibly graceful and feminine! Like everything else about her, Barbara Jensen just reeks of breeding, elegance, and refinement. She's everything a woman could ever want to be." Turning to her mother she said, "I know the truth, Mommy. You have me spending time over here because you're hoping some of her elegance will rub off on me. And, Mommy, that's in spite of the fact that you're one of God's most perfect creations yourself." Barbara was slowly shaking her head in utter disbelief. But then Andy whispered, "She's absolutely right, you know." Then she started to arise saying, "We have to get going. About now my baby, Chris, is going to be wondering what happened to her private milk cow, and Sheila Fitzpatrick, Caitie's newest sister, will be wondering the same thing." Andy grinned and added, "That's something you can really look forward to: Serving as a milk cow for a squalling brat!" "That's why you're so incredibly beautiful, isn't it?" Barbara asked softly. "It's because you're so totally fulfilled as a woman. All of you are. What could possibly be better than to have an incredibly soft, warm, beautiful baby drawing nourishment along with its mother's incredible love from a perfect nipple on a golden tit. Tell me, Mistress Taylor: What could possibly be any better? You utterly adore the feeling, don't you?" "Yes, darling, I do," she replied in a voice barely above a whisper. "It's really all I live for — along with warming Jack's magnificent cock between my thighs, of course." Then she grinned and changed the subject. "There are just two more things. First, reservations have been made for you and Steve at Pavilion for dinner and at The Plaza for dancing later. It's in the nature of an engagement party for you two. Finally, there's one thing more. Caitie?" The girl grinned and ran out of the room. While she was gone Andy casually mentioned that a collection of jewelry had been added to the things in Barbara's dresser. "After all, Slave Barbara, that slave collar does get a bit heavy after a while." When Caitie returned, she was dragging a huge box beside her. It was much too large for the girl to carry. Dropping it on the floor, she untied the bow and opened it. Then she said, "Barbara, stand up straight and close your eyes. Keep them closed until I give you permission to open them again." Doing as she was told, she heard the sounds of rustling tissue paper and then felt something wonderfully smooth and silky on her bare body. "You may open your eyes now," the girl said softly. When she did, she found herself wearing a magnificent full-length mink coat. "Bobbie, this is a special gift from Caitie to one of her very best friends in the whole world," Andy said softly. Then she added, "As you may have guessed the kids have money of their own that Jack and I give them from time to time. Caitie did this all by herself and absolutely insisted. Kelly helped her select the color, but that's all. I hope you like it." The coat was utterly perfect. Looking down, Bobbie saw Caitie standing in front of her and looking very scared. "Darling Caitie, I don't know what to say. Needless to say, never in my life have I ever had anything nearly as fine as this. But to receive it as a gift from the littlest angel? Good grief! Why? Why did you do it, my darling?" Then she just held out her arms to the little girl. Caitie yelped and ran into her arms. When she was enfolded in them, Barbara lifted her up and then hugged her tight. "This is so neat!" the girl exclaimed. "The fur is really soft, isn't it? And to have you hug me, too? It's just too much." "Caitlin Pierce Fitzpatrick, I can never thank you enough. But why? Why did you get me this magnificent coat?" "Put me down, Slave Barbara," the little girl ordered. Responding immediately to her words, Bobbie did. "I did it because I love you," Caitie said softly. "I'll never forget seeing your body opened up by a whip so you could take me to church. Barbara Jensen, I love you almost as much as I love your mistress who saved my life. Is that clear enough?" With tears streaming from her eyes, all Barbara could do was nod. ------- That night at The Plaza, the guests watched in awe as a handsome young couple was shown to the finest table in the establishment. The attention of the women was instantly drawn to the man who was tall, tanned, and athletic. But then they saw the woman with him and their hearts dropped. She was the most magnificent woman any of them had ever seen. Very tall, she moved with the grace of a ballet dancer and the poise of a queen. Wearing a green cocktail dress that complemented her basically brown hair, the women looked at it and gasped. In fact, there was an audible drawing-in of breath as they realized the woman's dress was cut down to her navel in front and beyond the beginning of her cleavage in the rear. The long skirt was slit up to the hip on both sides exposing utterly perfect golden legs whenever she moved. They realized that the only possible thing she could be wearing with it was a thong. Her only jewelry was a very wide gold collar. When Steve pulled her chair out and held it for her she smiled warmly and said, "You're spoiling me terribly, beloved master." But then she grinned and added, "Of course, I'm sure you'll punish me severely for my temerity when we return home, won't you?" "My darling, I love you so very much," he said, ignoring her comment. The two were sitting next to one another at a table for four beside the dance floor. Taking Steve's hand in hers she whispered, "My darling, why is everyone looking at us?" "Because, beloved slave, they're not looking at us. They're all looking at you! They're looking at the most beautiful woman in the world and wondering what she could possibly see in the dumb jerk beside her." Looking up at the ceiling thoughtfully, he nodded his head and said, "That's an excellent question, as a matter of fact. I wonder what she could possibly see in the idiot?" "She sees a man she utterly adores. She sees her lord and master. She sees a gentle giant with a cock so large it shames the museum statutes of the ancient Greeks. She sees a man who causes her insides to melt whenever he looks at her. She sees a man who she wants to take inside her in every way it's possible for a man to enter a woman's body. She sees a man she utterly adores." Then she just looked into his eyes and reached out towards him. Taking her hand, he brought it up to his lips and kissed it. "My darling, I love you very much," he repeated. Then he said softly, "My darling Barbara, will you marry me? Please?" Shaking her head she whispered, "Steven Sloan, you've just made me the happiest woman in the whole world. But the answer is no. Now, would you dance with me just once before we go ... before I turn back into a pumpkin or a mouse or something?" Poor Steve was so upset, he could say nothing. Extending his hand, she took it and went out on the dance floor with him. To his utter astonishment, she just flowed into his arms and moved like a feather. It was only when they were moving on the dance floor that Steve remembered that he couldn't dance! In fact, the terrible memories of his plebe year at West Point came back in all their horrible details. But he was really dancing. Moreover, he realized that his hand was on Barbara's bare back. Her dress essentially had no back. The only thing keeping it up was a tiny halter cord around her neck. As they moved on the floor, suddenly Susie Sloan materialized, stark naked as usual, sitting on Steve's right shoulder with her feet dangling against his chest. When Barbara's eyes widened the sprite said, "Unless you want them to send for the nice men in the white coats, you had damned well better pretend I'm not here. Clear?" When Barbie nodded, it looked like she was agreeing with one of Steve's comments. "Now what's this idiocy I just heard? You turned him down? You do realize, I trust, that you're the first woman Steven Sloan ever asked to marry him. You are, you know. Instead of waiting for him to get around to asking, I just called and scheduled our wedding the morning after I first met him while we were still in bed together. Now, Barbara Jensen, why will you not marry him?" "Because I'm a slut, a slob, and a slave," she replied. "For eight long years I did anything and allowed anything to be done to me that my husband asked. I was a fat pig. And I'm Susan Collins' body slave. I'm not free to marry anyone." Ignoring her replies Susie said, "You know, this is really fun." Kicking with her heels down on Steve's chest she continued, "You do realize, I hope, Major Sloan, that you never danced with me. Ever! Steve Sloan, you owe me." Then she grimaced and added, "Of course on my very best day I could never dance the way Bobbie does. Sloan, you're spoiled! Never has a girl moved with such poise and grace the way she does." Susie just balanced on his shoulder and hummed the music to herself while Steve danced. Curiously, it was a great deal of fun for all three of them. When the music stopped and the band took a break, they returned to the table with Susie still perched on Steve's shoulder. At the table, she floated down to the table top and just sat on it with her legs crossed. "Okay, now take it from the top, Barbara Jensen. Why will you not marry the man you adore and who adores you so much he actually asked you to marry him all by himself!" She grinned wryly and added, "I'm sure this is going to be a very creative story, too." Instead of answering the sprite's question, although she was looking at Steve she was speaking to Susie. "Susie Sloan, would you please spread your knees wide and lean back. Do I see what I think I see?" Although the tiny girl did what Barbara asked, it was apparent she was blushing as red as a beet. "Susie, you're bare!" Bobbie exclaimed. "Your cunt hair is completely gone. What are you doing, young lady?" she demanded. The poor little thing began to cry. But because of all the people around, Barbara couldn't do what she wanted to do: Pick the tiny thing up and hug her tightly. All she could do was watch while pretending not to. Susie floated up from the table top and came to rest between Barbara's breasts. The incredible cleavage reaching down to her navel permitted the sprite to snuggle between Bobbie's tits. When she did, Bobbie moved to squeeze her tits together, pinning the sprite between the two firm demi-globes. She shivered when she felt the sprite kissing her breasts and moving to one side and then the other under the gown so she could kiss and suck each nipple. Finally she emerged and sat on Bobbie's shoulder. Very softly she said, "Bobbie, I love this big lug so! The last time he saw me, I was in pieces. I so want him to remember me as the girl who taught him how to make love ... using a body that really wasn't half bad." Shaking her head — strangely, even though Bobbie couldn't see it, she could feel it — she added, "Of course I'm not in your class and never could have been, but I'm really not terrible. I thought I would look better with a bare cunt. Darling Bobbie, I still want him to like me. Is that so wrong?" "Of course not, silly," Bobbie replied. Then very firmly she said, "But the answer is still no!" "Steve," Susie said softly, "I want you to do what I tell you ... exactly!" He looked surprised but agreed. "Now hold her chin lightly, tip her head and kiss her." He did. The kiss was the purest love that made him feel lightheaded. "Now ask her again," Susie said. "My darling, will you marry me?" "I can't, Steve..." Bobbie replied forlornly. "Kiss her again," Susie ordered. Ignoring the other patrons of The Plaza, Steve began alternately to kiss Bobbie and to ask her to marry him. Each time, she was more out of breath and weaker. Finally she whispered, "Please stop, my darling. I can't take this anymore. Please stop!" Kissing her again, even harder and longer, he repeated, "Marry me, Barbara." Suddenly Bobbie started to bawl and just reached out towards him. With Susie still sitting on her shoulder, Steve hugged her tightly and repeated, "Marry me, Barbara." "Yes," she murmured. "Yes, what?" he asked. "Yes," she repeated. "Yes, what?" "Yes, damnit, Steven Sloan, I will marry you!" she screamed. Suddenly she turned bright red as she realized that most of the patrons had heard her outburst. At that point Steve did something that was totally out of character for him. Standing up he addressed the crowd and said, "My name is Steven Sloan. This beautiful lady beside me is Barbara Jensen. As many of you just heard, she has finally consented to be my wife. Aren't I lucky? I guess it shows that sometimes persistence does pay off." Looking around the room he said, "I'm asking the management to serve champagne to everyone here. I hope you'll all join me in a toast to my bride-to-be." While the waiters were racing around pouring Dom Pérignon for all the patrons, Susie was bouncing up and down on Barbara's shoulder. She was so happy she couldn't sit still. "My darling, I'm so proud of you!" she exclaimed to Steve. "I never thought you had it in you. But you were utterly brilliant! When you got her to say yes, you enlist a whole room-full of people to witness her acceptance. Darling, you were just great!" "Did you mind, my darling?" Steve asked Barbara. "I hope you weren't too embarrassed." "Steven Sloan, I'll get even," she replied. But then with an adorable grin she added, "Susie's right, of course. It was a brilliant idea. But then I'm marrying a brilliant man, aren't I?" When they were served their champagne, Steve stood up again and said loudly, "To Barbara Jensen, soon to be Barbara Sloan: the most beautiful, the most loving girl in the whole world!" With cries of "Hear, hear!" and "Speech!" the patrons drank the toast. Then, to everyone's surprise — including her own — Barbara rose to her feet and, in a voice with far more power and carry than she thought she had, said, "Thank you, ladies and gentlemen. I would like to offer a toast to the man who has just honored me above all women by asking me to be his wife. Now I only have to wait for our wedding after which he'll be taking me to his bed and penetrating my body with that telephone pole he carries between his legs. Then, if God blesses us, my belly might start to round out with a tiny infant growing inside me. When that happens I'll be the happiest woman in the whole world. Why? Because I'll be carrying Steven Sloan's child!" As she spoke, she was standing up straight. With her three-inch heels she was nearly six feet tall. The gown moved on her as she moved, regularly revealing one of her perfect legs nearly up to her hip. The other patrons were hanging on her every word. "Why is carrying Steve's child so special?" she continued. "Because of who he is. You see, Steven Sloan is a true American hero. At the Military Academy at West Point, Steve was cadet colonel commanding the entire Corps of Cadets. He graduated first in his class and was selected as a Rhodes Scholar for graduate study at Oxford. There he completed his work for his doctorate in international economics in just one year. Then he went out to Vietnam. There he commanded the most decorated military unit in the history of the United States, Alpha Company, First Ranger Battalion, U.S. Army. "He succeeded to command when the man who gave the unit its name, Carlson's Rangers, Ken Carlson, was wounded and evacuated out. This unit averaged two awards for heroism per man! My man? He has a Distinguished Service Cross with an oak leaf cluster, Silver Star with two clusters, Bronze Star, and Purple Heart with two clusters." Holding her head high, Barb raised her glass and said, "Please join me in a toast to the love of my life and my future husband, Steven Sloan: leader, scholar, hero..." Then she turned and almost screamed, " ... and the finest lover God ever created!" Then turning to him, she took him into her arms and proceeded to melt her lips on his. It was the very finest kiss the couple had ever shared and everyone in the large room could see the electricity flowing between them. When they finally eased apart, virtually everyone in the room was on his feet cheering. Then with a wink at Susie, Barbara said softly, "Come on, stud. It's time to go home." ------- Chapter 22 Two more months had passed but Barbara and Steve had not yet wed. They continued to live together and to serve Susan and Jeffrey. By now Barb's physical age had stabilized at nineteen — although she didn't know it — while Steve was physically twenty-three. Jeff's age had also been lowered a few years to equalize with Steve's. The relationships in the apartment were really quite strange. While Sue and Jeff always dealt with Barb and Steve as equals, Barb and Steve dealt with them as master and employer. The routine in the apartment had also stabilized, now that it was April and beginning to get warmer. Barb and Steve continued to arise very early — usually five or five-thirty. Behaving in the same way Sue and Jeff did, if Barbara awakened first, she would lightly squeeze Steve's hand that was always cupping her tit, because like the other couple, Barb always slept with her head on his shoulder. If Steve woke up first, he gently squeezed her tit. What followed each morning was what both truly thought was one of the high points of their whole day. While both were still half asleep, each would gently caress and sexually arouse the other. For Steve, the marvelous fragrance of Barbara's body was indescribably lovely. When he lifted the covers from her, her body fragrance trapped under the covers would be released. For Barbara, she could never get enough of his incredible cock. He found that just her slender fingers moving so gently over it could bring it to a throbbing erection. Even by only slightly moving her fingers, she could get him off in a spurting eruption but she considered it to be a sinful waste of his glorious cum. She would far rather drink it, so when she could feel he was about to explode Barb would make him laugh in spite of his sexual excitement by diving head-first under the covers to cover his cock with her mouth just before his explosion. Once when she did it, Steve couldn't resist. While her head and torso were under the covers with her mouth carefully licking off his cum, her cute little ass was invitingly exposed. After giving it a sharp spank, he howled with laughter when her hand appeared from under the covers and softly rubbed the mark left by his hand. Then she pulled her knees up under her lifting her tight ass high in the air, wiggled it slightly and invited another spank. Instead Steve just caressed her satin smoothness while she moaned and her ass writhed in sensual pleasure. After their slow-motion lovemaking, Steve would usually end it by giving her a hard smack on her bun. Pretending to rub her injured bottom she would stumble off to the bathroom. Following a swim, they worked out on the machines, took a sauna, and ended back in their bath. After sharing a shower — and loving the feeling of running fingers over the body of his or her beloved — Barb would stay and shampoo her hair while Steve shaved. Then they would make coffee and begin their working day. For Barb it always began by bringing coffee in to Sue and Jeff. If Steve Sloan was the love of her life, Sue was her very best friend. Moreover, Susan was always teasing her. This morning, when Barb opened the door, Susan immediately closed her eyes tighter. Padding over to the bed — as usual, Barb was naked — she lowered her head, melted her lips against Sue's and whispered, "Good morning, beloved mistress!" Without moving a muscle that would affect Jeff, Sue held Barb on the back of her neck and just worked her lips and tongue over Barb's in a loving and joyful kiss. Releasing Barb who stood up straight, Sue pretended to grump, "Hell of a body slave you are!" she whispered softly. "When are you going to let me enjoy my beauty sleep?" Then she squeezed Jeff's hand and immediately spread her legs to welcome him inside. After their usual passionate lovemaking, Jeff went down on her cunt and ate out all of his cum. Then in a half-asleep tone of voice he whispered, "Good morning, my beauteous slave." Then he rolled over, pulled the covers over his head and said from under them in a now-muffled voice, "And good night again, my beauteous slave." At that point Barb passed several more pillows to Susan who piled them up against the headboard. After carefully pouring two mugs of coffee, Barb padded over to the bed where Sue was holding the covers open to welcome her in beside her. Climbing in while being careful not to spill the coffee, she carefully held up the mugs while Susan positioned the covers over their breasts while leaving their arms free. After taking her mug, Susan turned her head, cocked it to the side and whispered, "Kiss me, Slave." "Of course, beloved mistress," Barb replied as again she melted her lips to Susan's. Finally they eased apart and she whispered, "My darling Susan, you're utterly scrumptious, as usual." In one sense, this was the two girls' favorite time of day. While snuggled closely together enjoying their morning coffee, they gossiped and just had wonderful times together. It was not uncommon, if the weather was cold or wet, for the two to quietly drift off to sleep again while together in the bed. When this happened, they typically awakened to find themselves hugging each other tightly while each enjoyed the incredible warmth, satin smoothness and unique fragrance of her partner's body. Today, though, after finishing the coffee, Susan just sharply pinched Barb's closest bun. "Thank you, beloved mistress," the girl said softly. "I'm so happy that my ass is now tight enough to be attractive for you to pinch. And now it's not padded, so I really feel it, too." She gently kissed Susan full on the lips and added, "And it really hurt, I'm sure you'll be delighted to know." Barb followed her into her bath and waited while she relieved herself and brushed her teeth. Although Barbara had already had her full workout she took her rôle as Susan's personal body slave very seriously. So when Susan wanted to race at 400 meters, Barb just smiled and took her position on a starting box. Indicating she was ready to Susan, the girl just grinned and activated the automatic starter/timer with her toe. When the buzzer sounded, the two girls were off the blocks at the identical fraction of a second. Their starts were perfect and the pool was roiled with the power of their passage. Virtually in a dead heat, they each did perfect turns at each end of the pool. Finally, when the bell rang signaling the start of the last lap, Barbara reached down deep for a reserve of power and very slowly started to edge away. At the last turn she touched half a body-length ahead of Susan and managed to hold on to the slim lead for the final fifty meters. The two girls' form was as good on the very last lap as it had been on the first. When she touched the wall, the loud speakers around the pool went wild. One of Jeff's latest toys was an addition to his starter/timer computer. Now it had all world and American records for the distances, both men and women. It was programmed to run through a small-scale celebration — something akin to an electronic scoreboard — whenever a record was broken. This was the first time the girls had ever seen it do its thing. Moreover, while it was going wild in Barbara's lane, lights were also flashing in Susan's. Popping out of the pool — it was significant that, although some record had obviously been broken, neither girl was out of breath — Susan went to the weatherproof panel and checked the screen. In a very bored tone of voice she said, "Slave Barbara, you just set a new world record at 400 meters, taking six seconds and a bit off the old one." Now sounding so bored it seemed she was about to go back to sleep she added, "And I guess I took five seconds and a bit off the old one myself." Shaking her head she finished, "I guess one of these days we should report these times ... Or something." It never really registered on Barbara that she'd actually broken a world's swimming record. All she cared about was that she'd given her mistress a good competitive race. Going into the sauna, Barbara raised both the heat and humidity levels sharply, then she began very gently to massage Susan's glorious body. Again, though, the fact that her own body was a virtual mirror image of Susan's didn't register, either. After dropping into the refrigerated pool the two went into the master bath where Barb carefully washed her mistress's body and then put her on a massage table to really work on her. When Sue was lying on her back with her eyes closed while Barb was working on her arms and gently working musk oil into her breasts, she became aware that the woman was crying. Opening her eyes she saw Barb trying to stifle her sobs. Lifting herself up on her elbows she said, "Okay. Enough! Would you kindly turn off the waterworks? And what started it this time?" "Mistress, I was remembering again what I did — or, more accurately, failed to do — when you returned from England. While my husband was enslaving you, I did absolutely nothing. And when he sells you into slavery, I just watch—" "Would you kindly shut up!" Susan interrupted peremptorily. "Do you realize that was the finest thing anyone has ever done for me? It was. Barbara Jensen, I want you to look at me. What do you see?" "What do I see? I see the most magnificent woman alive! Susan Collins, you are utter perfection..." "And what would I be if I were still living with Simon Anthony? Would I still be a virgin? Or would he have seduced me by now? Or raped me? What do you think?" Now Barbara's eyes were open wide. It was a totally new thought, yet with what she knew about Simon, it was not only possible, it was quite likely. "Would I have ever met Jeff?" Sue continued. "If so, how? Do you realize that Simon did me the greatest service possible by selling me to my lord and master. Barbara Jensen, would you kindly shut up and admit that there's no way I could possibly be happier than I am now? It's impossible!" Then she stuck out her tongue and added, "Now finish with my tits. It feels so utterly delicious to have your wonderful fingers working that luscious oil into my breasts. Now do it!" After resting with her eyes closed again for a few moments while she savored the wonderful sensations Barbara was creating, she jerked up again and said, "But what about you? Why aren't you crying about yourself? You were sold into slavery, too. I was asked. You were told. Well? What about it?" "But, darling mistress, you must be teasing," Barb protested. "Now I get to warm my beloved Steve with my body each night while he holds me close and makes me feel so snugly and safe..." "And for that matter, when are you two getting married? Jeff and I are getting a little tired of waiting. What's the story?" Jerking up straight, Barbara was shocked. Then she said softly, "It has been all me, darling mistress. Steve asks me the same thing almost every night." Suddenly her face crumpled and she cried, "I'm so scared!" With an effortless-looking movement, Susan spun ninety degrees on her bottom, dangled her legs over the side of the massage table, and effortlessly lifted Barbara up on the table beside her. Holding her in her arms she heard Barb cry, "Damn Susie Sloan, anyhow! She ruined everything!" Suddenly the sprite was just floating in midair in front of them. "What did I do this time, Barbara Jensen?" she demanded. "And will you kindly turn off the damned waterworks? You heard your mistress. Do you want another beating?" As so often happened, the appearance of the sprite instantly snapped Barb out of her blue funk. "Mistress, have you ever seen a more adorable little pussy than Susie has?" Holding her left arm out straight, the tiny thing sat on it and then very cutely stuck out her tongue. But responding to what Barb had said, she spread her thighs wide apart, then used her very slender fingers to spread her cunt lips. Almost fearfully, she looked up at Susan and waited for her judgment. Using both hands she scooped her up from Barb's arm and just held her tightly. Then she melted her lips on the sprite's tiny pair but still received the normal marvelous shock as love, joy, and sanctifying grace just poured from the sprite's lips through her own. "I think she's a living breathing doll." Then with a quick grin she amended it, "Or almost living, anyway." To Barb she said, "But why did you say, 'Damn Susie Sloan.' What did she do to you?" "Mistress, if she hadn't butted in, Steve would have fucked me that first night. Then there would be none of this marriage talk. I would just be his mistress for as long as he wanted me." Her face fell as she added, "That probably would have only been part of the first night, too. I am utterly awful! He would have kicked me out of his bed right then." "Ha!" Susie interjected. "The Boss was fascinated with you two this morning. You both set world's swimming records and yet you ignore the fact. You, Barbara Jensen, don't even know it! It never registered in your brain. And you, Susan Collins, couldn't care less!" With a lovely little grin she continued, "By the way, would it be fair to say that The Boss isn't exactly known for His sense of humor?" The others immediately agreed but had no idea what she was driving at. "Well, a few people are upset by the fact that you two spend so much time naked. Do you know what The Boss said?" Again Sue and Barbie just shook their heads. "He said that if He was a woman, he would like to look like you. I asked him, 'Susan or Barbara?' Who was he referring to? Do you know what he replied?" Again the two heads shook. With a lovely little grin she replied, "He just said, 'Yes!' And there was an exclamation point when he said it, too." When the other folks persisted about you two being naked, The Boss just pointed out that it was required for the perpetuation of the race. 'Besides, ' He said, 'if I was a woman and looked like that, I would never wear any clothes! Moreover, ' He added, 'with incredible beauties like Andy, Kelly, Nita, Ellie, Sally, and Barbara Williams, their husbands can't keep their cocks out of their cunts. And then every few years another exquisite infant appears.' "Then He glared at them and demanded, 'Have you ever heard one of those children cry?' Believe it or not, he embarrassed himself because he immediately excepted Caitie when she was dying. But he continued, 'Of course you haven't! Why? Because those children are utterly perfect! They're the finest creatures I'm capable of producing. They come from the most perfect wombs and are created as products of the most indescribably magnificent love. In each case you have a husband and wife loving one another to an indescribable degree. The product of this love — a tiny baby — is utterly perfect.' "Then he just shook his head and added, 'Of course in just a few years, Susan Collins and Barbara Sloan will be producing, too, and then Caitlin Taylor... '" Shaking her head she concluded, "I've never seen The Boss so happy. The prospect utterly delights him!" At that point Barbara asked, "Susie, for that matter, how come you get to run around loose the way you do? I've never heard of anyone else doing it." From Susie's startled reaction, it was apparent that for some reason Barbara had struck a nerve. "It was just some sort of misunderstanding..." the girl muttered with her words tailing off. "Garbage!" Barb insisted. "Out with it!" In a voice scarcely above a whisper she said, "It's because I'm a martyr. They wanted me to renounce Christ and I wouldn't." Barbara grabbed the sprite and hugged her to her breast. Looking at Susan she said, "Now you see the problem, beloved mistress. Not only did she sacrifice her life for Steve, she's a martyr of the Church, besides. Where does that leave me?" "As a world-record-holding swimmer and a woman who is so beautiful that The Boss himself would like to look like you if He were female," Susie quickly replied. "Any more dumb questions?" At that Susan said, "Get your ass in gear, Slave. Today we're playing golf!" At that Susie vanished as suddenly as she'd earlier appeared. A few minutes later Barbara, who had gone to her apartment, returned wearing a white coverall. "What on earth is that?" Sue asked. Looking abashed, Barbara, who had never set foot on a golf course in her life, replied, "Watching the weekend golf tournaments on television, this is what the caddies wear, isn't it? It doesn't have your name on it, of course, but—" "Poor Jeff complained. Andy's sister, Kathy Carlson, complains, too..." Shaking her head she said, "There are no two ways about it: The British blockade of the Slave Coast has certainly put a crimp in the supply of quality slaves..." Pretending to glare at Barb she said, "Go get some appropriate attire. You're playing with me, turkey!" Barb fled back to her apartment and reappeared only moments later wearing a lovely spring dress with a sweater and carrying a locker bag. Susan cocked her head and pretended to study the woman. Then with a grin she grabbed her, took her in her arms and kissed her. Although she intended it to be a quick peck, the regard of these two girls for each other was too great. There was a two-way flow of the purest love and grace. Then Sue said somewhat breathlessly, "You'll do!" Going down in the elevator, Sue just looked at Barbara Jensen closely. As the car slowed for the ground floor, she said softly, "Barb, you are utterly exquisite! You know something? I think Susie lied. When she talked about The Boss and us, I'm sure He picked you. You're unreal!" Barbara was going to argue, but the elevator doors opened and there was no opportunity. After descending in the garage elevator, Barb followed Susan over to a Mercedes 500SL sports roadster. Flipping the keys to Barb she said, "You drive. I'm going to sleep." Getting into the beautiful white roadster, Barb maneuvered it expertly out of the garage. As they were about to pull out onto the street Sue commented with her eyes closed, "Taking lessons from your fiancé, Barb?" The girl just stuck out the tip of her tongue, drove to the FDR Drive and headed north toward Westchester County and the country club. The weather was utterly glorious. It was a perfect early spring day in New York. Barb continued to be amused. Although Susan had her seatback reclined as far as it would go and her eyes were closed, nevertheless she quietly provided driving directions in plenty of time for Barb to take the indicated action. Barbara had never been to the country club. Moreover, she realized Susan was being her usual thoughtful self. The two women had been "playing golf" together for months ... using the computerized golf trainer. But knowing that Barbara would probably get nervous at the prospect of playing on a real course, she ordered her to drive. This way, she was concentrating on the New York traffic and the fun of handling an incredibly responsive sports car. As they neared the club Sue opened her eyes and studied Barbara. "My darling slave," she said quietly — the design of the car was such that even with the top down, the two occupants could easily communicate without raising their voices — "I think I'll have to cut my hair short. I've been thinking about it and that's undoubtedly how you were able to beat me this morning. You have that adorable short cut." Looking at her dear friend she continued, "Do you know something, Barb? You're fantastically beautiful. That gamine-style hair cut with your beautifully delicate features ... The juxtaposition is marvelous. My darling, you're just plain great!" After parking the car, rather than going to the ladies locker room, Sue led the way to the pro shop. There she introduced Barb to the head pro and said, "Bill, this is my dearest friend who I told you about. With regard to the clubs for her that we talked about, she's even stronger than I am. Does that satisfy your professional sensibilities with respect to selling her those shafts?" The pro, Bill Watson, grinned and said, "I give up, Sue. As you requested, I have two full sets. Yours are all ready. Your friend just needs to pick out a golf bag." Susan picked one out — to Barb's dismay, it was a tour model — and then had her fitted for three pairs of golf shoes. In just a couple of additional minutes she picked out four golf outfits. When Barb tried to argue that she had her own golf things with her, Sue told her to just shut up. Finally they made their way to the ladies locker room. There Susan had two adjacent double lockers. One was her own while the other was for a guest, in this case, Barbara. After quickly changing they went out to the practice tee. There Susan quietly told her about her new clubs. "Darling, you're exactly like me: You're much too strong for conventional women's golf clubs; you'd twist their shafts like overcooked spaghetti. Your new clubs have titanium shafts. They won't bend. Barb, just really let it out. I want to see how hard you can hit a ball when you really get that gorgeous body into it!" Barb grinned and winked. She started the way Susan had taught her to warm up, using the shortest irons first. Since the weather was perfect and the course was in beautiful condition, she used a very smooth swing and hit the ball perfectly each time. By the time she'd worked her way up to her driver, she was crushing the ball far beyond the farthest target set at 250 yards. By this time Susan had completed her own warmup and was just watching. When she finished with her bucket of practice balls and looked around, Sue just winked and whispered, "Darling, you're going to be great!" As they went back to where their cart was, Susan told her that the club was having its first women's member-guest tournament of the year. "And you, Barbara Jensen, are my guest!" Then in a whisper she added, "And, Slave, if you don't play well today, you'll be whipped to within an inch of your life tonight! Understand?" ------- Chapter 23 Barbara was again behind the wheel, this time of a golf cart. Although she was about to pull out from where it was parked, she set the brake, turned to Susan, took her in her arms and gently melted her lips against hers. Then she probed Sue's mouth with her tongue. When the two tongues met, the two women almost passed out from the incredible electricity that always flowed between them. When they separated, Sue's eyes were glowing. Very softly she asked, "Who are you, Barbara Jensen? Are you my sister? My mother? What?" Then she whispered, "Darling, I love you so very much." "And I adore you, beloved mistress," Barbara replied. Then she shifted into reverse, backed out of their parking spot and headed for the first tee. Although the tournament used a shotgun start, as it happened they were scheduled to go off from the first. Arriving there, Susan grinned when she saw Trudy Carson and a friend waiting. "Susan Collins, I give up!" the woman declared. "I thought you were the most beautiful thing on two legs last summer! But now, as Jeff Collins' wife..." The woman grinned lasciviously and continued, "Sue, you have to tell me! Is he as good in bed as he looks like he is? Please tell me?" "No, Trudy," Sue replied with her voice sad and her eyes downcast. "He's not as good as it looks like he should be..." Then she brightened and exclaimed, "He's far better! Darling Trudy, I'm waiting for him to split me in two! He's utterly marvelous!" With a lascivious grin she added, "What he does do is bring me to orgasm and keep me there for as long as thirty minutes at a time. Can you imagine your pelvis in uncontrollable convulsions for that long? That's me ... Every single day!" Then she introduced Barbara and was introduced to Trudy's guest, Ann Best. When Trudy very quietly asked who Barbara was, Sue whispered, "She's my body slave. Isn't she neat? She's so lovely and so incredibly dedicated and loyal..." "She's your... what?" Trudy exclaimed, barely able to control the volume of her voice. "My body slave," Susan replied with a puzzled look on her face. "Trudy, don't tell me that you don't ... Surely, you have one, don't you... ? I mean ... Doesn't every woman?" Turning to Barbara Trudy asked, "What's the story? Surely you're not... ?" "Susan's body slave?" Barb interjected quietly. "But honest, I am. And aren't I incredibly fortunate to be able to serve such a magnificent mistress?" Taking on a confidential air she said, "Actually, it's because she was Jeff's slave. Now she's an officer in the body slaves' union. And since she knows what it's like, she scarcely beats me at all! And even then it's only when I really need it, like being late with a meal or something like that. But she never beats me just to see my blood flow the way so many other mistresses do." Still not knowing if her leg was being pulled, Trudy shook her head. She was about to offer to flip to see who would tee off first when Susan declared that since she and Barbara would be playing from the men's white tees they should probably go off first. Although she was puzzled, Trudy immediately agreed. "Okay, partner," Sue said, "you lead off." Then is a very soft whisper she added, "And unless you really want to be beaten to within an inch of your life..." Barb grinned and stuck out the tip of her tongue. As she addressed her ball, Barbara mentally shook her head in amazement. She realized that, in the same manner that Susan had her drive to the club to divert her attention, she was doing the same thing now. Relaxing, Barb took the club back, swung smoothly while keeping her head still and connected with the ball. She heard a wonderful "click" sound and then looked up. Her ball was flying straight down the center of the fairway and carried over 250 yards. As she passed Susan moving into position to hit her own tee shot, she laughed as Sue muttered, "Show-off!" Susan's ball landed only two yards short of Barbara's. As she waited for her partner, Ann Best, to address her ball on the woman's tee, Trudy Carson looked over at the two women waiting quietly in their cart. Without question they were the most beautiful women in the country. Barbara Jensen was utterly unbelievable. Tall, slender and incredibly coordinated but with physical beauty that was stunning. Her hair was particularly attractive in spite of its gamine cut ... or was it because of it? The ragged cut in juxtaposition with her delicate features created a remarkable effect. After mentally shrugging her shoulders, Trudy watched Ann hit her ball nicely off the tee. What followed was a replay of the golf match the previous fall. Where previously it had been Sue and Jeff, now it was Sue and Barb. If anything, Barbara was an even better golfer than Susan. Moreover, their match was cutthroat and yet it was obvious to both Trudy and Ann how much the two girls loved each other. Ann whispered to Trudy, "They're exactly like twin sisters, aren't they? They compete viciously against each other and yet they utterly adore one another. Aren't they just neat?" Trudy decided that her friend had really said it all. Susan Collins and Barbara Jensen were just neat! The two girls played brilliant golf. Between them, they birdied all four par-three holes. Moreover, they also birdied all five par-fives. Because of length, the course had five par-five holes for women. The result was an incredible pair of rounds of 65. On a best-ball basis, they had an eleven-under-par 62. But, to the vast amusement of Trudy and Ann, the two girls exactly tied in their own match. When Trudy asked what they were playing for, Sue told her that it was a ten dollar Nassau, except for Barbara, who being a slave had no money, it was lashes at fifty cents apiece. "Do you mean that if you had won it all, that would have been thirty dollars or sixty lashes?" she asked incredulously. "Trudy, it's called incentive. Maybe that's why I couldn't beat her. She knows I'm very good with a whip." Again, Trudy had no idea whether she was being teased or not. After turning in their cards — Ann and Trudy had done very well on a net-score basis — the foursome headed toward the ladies locker room. Passing the swimming pool which had just been filled, Sue grabbed Barbara's elbow, pointed and just grinned. Saying goodbye to the other two women, Susan led the way back into the pro shop where she'd seen bathing suits for sale. After grabbing two white bikinis, she signed the charge and they rushed back to the locker room. The two women trotted out to the pool after quickly changing. "This top isn't going to stay on when we race since it's only tied in back," Barb said casually. "I don't mind, of course. Mistress, you're the member; I'm only the guest. You're the one who'll be asked to leave, not me." Sue just stuck out the tip of her tongue. Then she warned Barbara about the depth of the pool. Their pool in New York was fifty meters long and about two meters deep. The club's pool, on the other hand, shaped like the letter "L" was set for families. It was only twenty-five yards long and six feet deep for about half its length. The remaining section sloped up until it was less than three feet deep at the shallow end. It was impossible to make a flip turn in such a shallow depth. Standing on the edge, the girls ignored the looks directed their way. Because it was only April and the pool had just been filled, the water was still very cold, and unlike the pool at the apartment it wasn't heated. Furthermore, although neither girl knew it, the club pool contained more than ten times the chlorine concentration of theirs. Their pool actually had significantly less chlorine than drinking water. Moreover, because of its highly sophisticated filtering system, it was far cleaner than drinking water, too. After agreeing on 200 yards — four laps — they took their positions with their toes hooked over the pool edge. When Susan called the start, the two fired out over the water like they had been shot from guns. The twin splashes attracted the attention of a number of people who went closer to the pool to watch. The waitress stationed on the terrace, Sheila Quinn, was one of those attracted by the sounds. Since no one was sitting on the terrace she was able to sidle over towards the pool to watch the two women race. The two girls truly appeared to be trapped porpoises in the tiny pool. It seemed that only a powerful leg kick off the wall coupled with a couple of strokes put them at the other end again. Again it developed the way their morning race had. This time they were in their fourth lap and had just turned at the shallow end when Barbara got a particularly strong drive off the wall and, exercising incredible body control, focused every ounce of energy into pulling herself through the water. Again she edged Susan by half a body length. The two touched and were about to pull themselves out of the pool in an almost continuous motion when Barbara remembered that both girls had lost their bikini tops on the first lap. First, she held Susan down and said casually, "You have no top." Then grinning, she stroked over to the side of the pool, retrieved the two scraps of material and brought them back. Casually putting them in position over their perfect tits they then pulled themselves out of the pool, spun around and were sitting on the edge. Looking at Barbara, Susan grumped, "That's twice today, Slave! How can I ever whip you if you keep beating me? And I do so desperately want to stripe your body again with bloody welts!" "Just do it, mistress," Barb replied casually. "The other slave owners routinely beat their slaves. It's for the maintenance of good order and discipline, I hear." With a happy grin she added, "Which whip will you use, Mistress? I can hardly wait." Locating a couple of towels, Sue threw one at Barbara's head and then started to towel off her body as they went up to the terrace. Because it was very sunny and the terrace was shielded from the wind, it was quite comfortable there in spite of being so early in the season. To the surprise of the waitress, Susan asked her for a piece of string. The girl went back to the kitchen, cut off a length, and returned. Sue smiled at her warmly and then used the string to tie her hair back in a ponytail. Incredibly, it looked lovely. In the meantime the two girls had taken seats at a table in the sun and had just stretched their long legs. When the waitress returned to take drink orders they noticed her for the first time. Only then did Susan realize that the club's waitress uniforms were selected to cause the women to be as unobtrusive as possible. Now really seeing her for the first time, the two girls' jaws almost dropped. It was Kelly Fitzpatrick! When the girl spoke, she had a beautiful Irish lilt to her speech. "Good afternoon, ladies," she said. "My name is Sheila and I will be serving you here on the terrace today. May I get you something from the bar?" Sue ordered for both of them and, when the girl left, said, "What do you think?" "She's Kelly's twin. She has to be a very close relative, is what I think," Barbara replied. "Who else could she be?" When the waitress brought back their drink orders she pulled herself up straight and asked, "Do you know a woman named Kelly Carmichael, by any chance? I'm desperately trying to find her." As she asked the question, she was obviously quite nervous. Looking a bit embarrassed she added, "I'm supposed to look a lot like her. But she's a lot older than I am so I really don't know if she still does..." "What's the trouble?" Barbara asked softly. Although the words were directed at Sheila, she was looking at Susan to keep from attracting attention to the waitress. The hostess on duty was watching the girl intently from the doorway. "I'm risking my job," the girl replied softly. "The hostess has warned me repeatedly. A number of members have complained about me bothering them with these questions already, and I may be fired." Looking at Susan, Barb saw the girl nod once. Then Barb said, "Sheila, you'll do better if you hold that tray on the tips of your fingers. It sounds strange, but honestly, holding a tray that way not only makes it easier to hold and control, it's also easier on you." When she left the table, Susan got up and left the terrace, too. Returning a few minutes later she said, "I caught Andy at home. As we both suspected, Kelly was born Kelly Carmichael. She's the one Sheila is looking for. What should we do now?" The beautiful girl returned without her tray but with tears flowing from her eyes. "I will no longer be serving you lovely women. Ann will be handling your service and will be right over. I'm leaving..." At that she spun and started to run away. Barb jumped from her seat, caught her, and held her tightly in her arms. "You were just fired, weren't you?" The girl just nodded her head quickly. "That's neat!" Barb exclaimed. "Now you can join us for lunch. Why don't you get changed and rejoin us back here? We'll have a place set for you. What do you want to drink, by the way? How about a Bloody Mary?" The girl stammered, "But ... but ... but I'm not yet twenty-one..." "And if you think anyone in this club would dare not serve a drink to Susan Collins' guest, you have another think coming. Sheila, she practically owns the club!" With a light spank she sent the girl on her way. When a badly frightened second waitress appeared, Susan ordered a Bloody Mary for their guest, Sheila. Since they were the only people on the terrace, the girls pulled up extra chairs to use as leg rests. Stretching out, they just leaned back and soaked up the sun while regretting that they were not naked the way they always were at home. Hearing the sound of a throat being cleared, Susan opened her eyes, then uncoiled and rose to her feet. Sheila was standing with her hand out waiting to greet her. Shaking her head slowly the girl said in a lovely voice scarcely above a murmur, "You're so unbelievably beautiful! A few minutes ago I brought you a piece of string. Without even looking, you flip it around your hair and make a ponytail. Now look! It's like burnished gold and looks utterly magnificent — like you just came from a beautician." The girl shook herself as if to concentrate her attention and said, "Please excuse me. My name is Sheila Quinn. I'm from County Galway in Ireland." "How do you do, Sheila?" Sue replied. "I'm Susan Collins and this ... this... thing stretched out next to me is Barbara Jensen — although as soon as we can drag her to the altar she'll be Barbara Sloan." With a very bright smile she invited the girl to sit down. With a wink at her Barbara also stood up and shook Sheila's hand. The Irish girl was a virtual duplicate of Kelly Fitzpatrick, but without the muscles or the tan. Now she was wearing a pleated plaid skirt, a white shirtwaist with a string tie around its high collar, and a blue blazer. Looking at it Sue guessed — correctly, as it later turned out — that it was her uniform from high school and her very best clothing. "What are you going to do now?" Susan asked the girl kindly. Sheila just sat down and shook her head sadly. "I imagine I'll go back to Ireland," she said softly. "I always knew America was very large, but I never realized how large it really is." Looking up at the girls with her utterly brilliant blue eyes she added, "Trying to find one person in such a great country is foolish, isn't it?" She went on to tell how her mother had died years earlier — her father had been killed in an industrial accident when she was very small. With a lot of scrimping she'd managed to complete her education through high school Then she'd saved money from a series of jobs to get the airfare to come to the States. A problem was the need to have some sort of sponsorship so she could work. It was done through the country club, but it was not an unmixed blessing. Although they paid her well and even provided room and board — a very substantial benefit, given the New York cost of living — it had a price. The price was the Club's location in a part of Westchester County only accessible by car. Since Sheila didn't have one, it was extremely difficult for her to pursue her search for Kelly. To her surprise, the two young women — both seemed to be about her own age, eighteen — were incredibly relaxed even though they were both wearing next to nothing, just tiny scraps of white material. Moreover, the girl was shocked to see that she could even see the top of both girls' pubic hair because the bikinis had slipped down. Neither girl seemed to notice or care. When the second round of drinks appeared, Sheila began to get a little nervous. Aside from a very infrequent beer, she never drank anything alcoholic. And yet it was all so relaxing. To her surprise, she wasn't even given a chance to order. Instead the new waitress, Ann, presented her with a huge portion of lobster salad served with fresh-baked rolls. When she raised her eyebrows, Susan merely commented that she'd ordered double orders for the table and hoped she liked it. "It's one thing the club does do quite well," she commented. As they were finishing, Susan motioned meaningfully to Barbara who merely rose from the table and disappeared toward the clubhouse. When she was gone Susan asked, "Sheila, would you like to work for me? Barbara is my personal body slave but we have a pretty large place and I know she could use the help. It would help you, too, because we're right in Manhattan. It should make the mechanics of your search easier. Are you interested?" "I'm very interested, Mrs. Collins," Sheila replied, "although I should warn you: My visa will expire very soon. Without a sponsor..." "Of course my husband and I will sponsor you," Susan said. Then she grinned and added, "You know something? I think that was a first a moment ago. I think that was the first time in my entire life I ever used the phrase, 'my husband and I.' You know something else?" she asked with the cutest grin Sheila had ever seen, "It really sounds so neat! My God! I really am married! I'm Jeffrey Collins wife! I warm his cock between my thighs every day..." Looking at the girl her grin faded and she asked, "Can you take it? I saw you looking at Barb and me earlier. I saw that you noticed my pubic hair showing over the top of my bikini. Did it bother you?" Sheila's face immediately reddened. "No..." Then she sat up very straight in her chair and said, "Yes, Mrs. Collins, it really did. I'm not used to ... I don't think a woman should..." Then she rose from her chair and said, "Thank you for the very delicious luncheon. I'll be going back home." Susan rose, and to Sheila's amazement, took her into her arms and kissed her. The poor girl was shocked into immobility but then started to feel the power of Susan's kiss. There was a flow of the purest love, joy and ... and grace — sanctifying grace! The young girl was utterly stunned. Then to her amazement and horror, Susan's tongue probed into her mouth, contacted her own tongue and then ... Nothing. Sheila Quinn was unconscious. Smiling to herself, Susan easily supported the girl, then sat down again in her chair, put the girl across her lap, and cradled her head in her shoulder. Very gently she stroked Sheila's cheek feeling the beautiful satin smoothness of her skin. Sheila was still unconscious when Barbara returned. Having called Steve, he and Jeff were on their way up to the club from the city. Steve was going to drive the girls back to the city in the Rolls while Jeff drove back the Mercedes. "What do you think, my darling mistress? Is she worthy?" "She's going to be superb, my beautiful slave. In fact, there's going to be a real battle next year for New York's Debutante of the Year between Susan White and ... Sheila Taylor." "Sheila Taylor?" Barbara exclaimed. "What do you mean by that? Her name is Quinn, after all." "Only temporarily," Susan said. "She'll be Sheila Quinn Taylor within sixty days. Now, beauteous slave, would you care to bet that she won't?" "Susan Collins, why in hell don't you just take me out to the whipping post and let me have it? Why do we always have to go through this charade?" "Because I love you more than life itself, Barbara Jensen," Susan replied to Barb's utter amazement. "Because I still feel sick whenever I remember what I did to you on that first night. And now? Barb, you're one of God's most perfect creations. I utterly adore you and can't wait for you to get married so we can compare notes on important things, like anal fucking..." Then with a grin she added, "But you can do one thing for me, Slave! You can get this body off me and onto yours. As my body slave you ought to be good for something, after all." ------- Chapter 24 When Sheila Quinn slowly regained consciousness she found herself being held in Barbara Jensen's arms. It was truly a remarkable experience because, although the girl was very relaxed and almost naked, she could feel great strength in her arms. As she recovered, Barbara turned her head with her right hand, tipped it, and gently melted her lips to the Irish girl's. This time, though, she exercised tremendous control as she allowed only measured amounts of her love, joy, and grace to flow to the other girl. For Sheila, after the initial shock of being kissed on the lips by a woman wore off, she began to feel utterly marvelous. Her nipples become tight and she could even feel her cunt begin to flow with its juices just from the purest love. Then she began to use her own hands to stroke Barbara's body. As she did she was astounded to realize that there was nothing but solid muscles under the most satin-soft skin imaginable. Now she took an active rôle and began to work her lips on Barbara's. Finally, they eased apart and, with her brilliant blue eyes glistening, she said, "Thank you so much." Then she wriggled in Barb's arms and added, "If you're Susan's personal body slave, what am I? The kitchen slave? The scullery maid? What?" She sighed deeply and continued, "As long as I can be with you, I really don't care, either." "It seems you like my body slave, Sheila," Susan said softly. "Isn't she really neat? Trudy Carson said this morning that we're more like twin sisters. We compete viciously but we really adore one another ... or I adore her, anyway." Having discussed the next steps, they separated. Sheila returned to her room to pack up all of her belongings while Sue and Barbara returned to the locker room. On the way Barbara commented, "All this chlorine! Yuck! I stink of the stuff. Mistress, did it bother your eyes when we were swimming? Because it certainly bothered mine." Sticking out the tip of her tongue Susan replied, "It just shows how we spoil our slaves! Imagine! Swimming in water far cleaner and purer than drinking water, just so our slaves don't have red eyes. Aren't we sweet?" The two showered, took turns massaging each other and finally Barb fixed Susan's hair. When the two girls emerged from the locker room it was one-thirty in the afternoon and they both looked utterly gorgeous. They found Sheila waiting for them with two suitcases. The two looked at each other and shook their heads, when simultaneously they realized that all of the girl's worldly possessions fit into only two pieces of luggage. Just then the beautiful dark green Rolls limousine rolled up the driveway. Jeff got out from the passenger seat, immediately took Susan into his arms and began to kiss her. At the same time, Steve jumped out and took Barbara into his arms. Each man concentrated on communicating every bit of love and passion he could to the love of his life. For their part the girls just wriggled their bodies against their mates and enjoyed the marvelous feeling of being truly loved. When their lips separated, the women just nuzzled into their men's shoulders and sighed deeply. Reluctantly, Susan eased away and looked towards Sheila. The girl's eyes were as wide as saucers after having seen such unbelievable lovemaking between two couples. "That was so utterly magnificent!" she breathed. "In Ireland, we're not so ... so demonstrative. But I guess you really do love your men very much, don't you? And they certainly return your love, too." At that Susan introduced Jeffrey and then Steve. Both men had been warned about her twin-like resemblance to Kelly Fitzpatrick and both whispered to their women that they were absolutely correct — Sheila was Kelly's twin. Jeff winked as Susan flipped him the key to the Mercedes and said, "What a day! I actually get to drive my sports car for a change." "Just don't get used to it, buster! Like everything else, it's mine!" The two both laughed as Jeff went off to retrieve the car from the parking lot. After putting her luggage in the trunk of the car, Steve held the door for Sheila who got in with her eyes wide. "What an utterly magnificent car!" she exclaimed. Just then she saw Jeff wheeling out of the lot in the Mercedes roadster and again her eyes widened. "Good grief!" she murmured. "Honey, this family is really loaded," Barbara said softly. "There are about a dozen cars in the garage in assorted shapes, sizes, and colors. It is sort of fun, though, isn't it?" Susan sat beside Sheila on the back seat while Barbara sat in front of her on a rear-facing seat. When Barb opened the bar beside her and made three Bloody Marys, the girl was utterly speechless. The drive back to the apartment was as much fun for Steve, Barbara and Susan as it was for Sheila. Realizing that the girl had had very little opportunity to see the sights of New York, Steve took a scenic route and pointed out a number of points of interest. For Sheila it had been a series of shocks. From no money and no prospects, now she'd been befriended by some of the nicest and richest people in the world. "Do you think it will be possible to find Kelly Carmichael?" she finally asked. "My mother said that she's so beautiful and so smart! If I'm ever able to find her, I'm sure she'll try to help me." Then she brightened and said, "Of course, now that I've met you I don't need help to nearly the degree I did before." When Steve headed the big car down the ramp and entered the garage, again the girl's eyes widened when he parked in what was obviously a garage just for them and where there were a dozen other vehicles parked. Barbara hadn't been teasing. Sheila realized that the whole day had turned into a near-constant assault on her senses. It had begun when she watched the two girls racing in the swimming pool and it had just continued. Now her eyes widened again as Steve handled her two suitcases as if they were children's lunch-boxes. In his hands the heavy luggage appeared weightless. The assault continued when they entered the private elevator car. It was the most luxurious thing she could imagine and it even smelled of the fresh-cut flowers and the beeswax used on the paneling. Entering the apartment, she was awed. Then when she realized how soft all of the upholstery fabrics and leathers were, she said very softly, "You spend a lot of time here naked, don't you?" When Barbara nodded, she asked, "Must I be naked, too? I ... I ... I don't know if I could..." "Sure you can!" Susie Sloan said appearing right in front of the girl. "It's really a lot of fun. And with their incredible bodies — Barb and Susan and Jeff ... And of course, the love of my life, Steve..." The girl grinned, held out her tiny hand and said, "Welcome, Sheila Quinn! I'm Susie Sloan. I was Steve's first wife and I've spent the last ten years first bugging The Boss..." she said with a nod upward, " ... and then trying to find some poor girl who might be able to put up with him..." Steve had put down the baggage. Putting out his hand, he caught Susie, brought her to him and proceeded to kiss her. Then he put her down on Barbara's shoulder and proceeded to melt her with the finest kiss he'd ever given her. Meanwhile, Susie looked at Sheila from Barb's shoulder and said, "Aren't they great? But honey, I know what you're concerned about. The Boss not only doesn't mind, he really likes to watch. With the cutest grimace she added, "Can you possibly imagine The Boss ... as a girl-watcher? But He is. Or at least He is if the girls are beautiful. Anyway, please don't worry about it. Okay?" Before Sheila could say or do anything, Susie vanished. "What ... what was that?" she asked in utter amazement. At Susie's appearance — a tiny naked woman floating in midair — Sheila had been frozen into immobility. "That," Barbara said softly, "is our private angel. In fact, as she said, she was Steve's wife. That girl is the bravest person who ever lived! In Vietnam she was kidnaped by the enemy and then tortured to death in front of Steve to try to make him talk. She wouldn't let him. If you can believe it, after both of her breasts were amputated — and cooked! — she asked that her right tit be given to Steve because she thought it was her better one. Then she complimented the chef on how wonderfully he'd broiled her left one. It was so tender and juicy!" Barb started to cry as she continued, "She asked to be looking at Steve when they poked out her second eye. She wanted the last thing she would ever see when she was alive to be her beloved husband. Finally, she refused to renounce Christ as her Savior, so she's rated one of the martyrs in Heaven. That's Susie!" Then Susan said, "Sheila, there's no need for you to be naked around here if you don't want to be. What Barbara was trying to convey to you is the fact that the rest of us usually are. It's not exposing yourself to us she was concerned about so much as your reaction to our being naked around you. Do you think you could take it?" Susan's speech seemed to take a great load off Sheila's mind. "Oh, ma'am!" she insisted, "Seeing your magnificent bodies wouldn't bother me at all! Of course, I'll probably drool when I see your men bare..." With her eyes bright she asked, "You won't mind that too much, will you?" "Well ... As long as you use a napkin or something so your drool doesn't get all over everything..." Barb replied with a grin. They escorted Sheila to an unused bedroom and ushered her in. The girl's eyes bugged as she realized how palatial the room really was. Nonetheless, she was assured that it was really hers. The girl quickly unpacked her bags and then went off to find the others. Finding Sue and Barbara in the kitchen, the girl just looked around the room in wide-eyed amazement. "There's no kitchen this fine in all of Ireland!" she exclaimed. "Certainly not even in the finest palaces!" Then she became thoughtful and said, "But that's it, isn't it? This is a modern-day palace." With that she just walked around the apartment exploring. Moments later she was back in the kitchen, furious. "What are you doing to me!?" she exclaimed. "I just found the servants' quarters. There are three utterly lovely rooms, each with a bathroom of its very own, don't you know! Now why am I not in one of those, if you please?" she demanded. As upset as she was, her Irish brogue had returned in full force. Looking up from her preliminary food preparation Barbara said, "Servants' quarters? You want to see the servants' quarters? Come with me." Leading the way to her apartment she said, "Please remember that I'm Susan's body slave while my husband — future husband — Steve Sloan, is the chauffeur and butler." She led the way into their apartment. Steve was working at his desk in the library. "Don't let us bother you, darling," she said quietly, "but Sheila wanted to see the servants' quarters." When they entered the master bedroom Barbara said, "Yes, we're a little cramped for space here. There's only room for a single bed." "Single bed?" Sheila exclaimed. "Single bed! That's a football field. How do you keep from getting lost at night?" "It's very easy, Sheila," Barbara replied. "Steve keeps his hand over my tit and my head is on his shoulder. That way I don't get lost ... And I get to mold myself every night to the most gorgeous masculine body..." "You love him very much, don't you?" the girl asked. Barbara just smiled warmly and nodded her head rapidly up and down. After seeing the rest of the magnificent apartment that Barbara and Steve shared, Sheila agreed she could make do with her own living accommodations. She grinned when Barbara pointed out that her bed was the same size and hoped she didn't get lost in it. The girl very cutely shivered and said she would try very hard not to. They went back to the kitchen where Sue and Barbara continued busily doing something, but Sheila couldn't tell what it was. Then they heard the sound of the front door chimes. Although Sheila didn't know who was there — not knowing the building's very elaborate security precautions, she didn't recognize the significance of visitors not being announced by ground-floor security — it was the Fitzpatricks. Only a handful of people — mostly members of the Taylor family — had instant access to the Collins penthouse. With a wink, Sue asked Barb, "Why don't you get it? And for that matter, Sheila, why don't you go, too? It will give you a chance to see how we do things here." The two girls went off, but Susan was right behind them. She didn't want to miss what was coming next. Opening the door wide, Barbara said, "Kelly, there's someone here who wants to meet you. Kelly Carmichael Fitzpatrick, this is your cousin, Sheila Quinn." Sheila's jaw dropped as Kelly swept in, took one look at the girl — her identical twin — took her into her arms and kissed her solidly. As the incredible power of Kelly's love hit her, coupled with the shock of essentially seeing herself, the girl fainted. Kelly was prepared, though, and caught her as she started to sink towards the floor. Using her great strength she effortlessly scooped her up and carried her in her arms into the living room. There she sat down on the sofa with Sheila sitting across her lap. Very gently she stroked the girl's forehead and realized that she had satin-smooth skin and was a delight to hold. Kelly tightened her grip as she felt the girl begin to regain consciousness. After her eyes had blinked open Sheila found herself in Kelly's arms. At the same time there were conflicting feelings. On the one hand there was utter shock at suddenly finding her cousin. But then there was an incredible sensation of warmth and security that came from being held tightly in her arms. Then she studied Kelly's face and features and slowly shook her head in utter amazement. "You're so incredibly beautiful! You look exactly like me — except I like your hair much better than mine — but you look younger than I do. And you must be almost fifteen years older. How can that be?" While Kelly wore her hair in a gamine cut, Sheila's wavy hair was worn longer than shoulder length. "It gets funnier than that," Kelly said with a very warm smile. "I'm your cousin, Kelly Carmichael, although I guess technically my name now is Kelly Pierce Carmichael Taylor Fitzpatrick! Isn't that a mouthful? Anyway, there are some other people for you to meet. First, I would like you to meet your niece, Caitlin, although I guess technically she's your second cousin or something stupid like that. Personally, I like niece better. Caitie?" The children had come in behind Kelly but Sheila hadn't noticed them. Caitie had been carrying baby Sheila but had given her to Barbara to hold. Now sitting beside Kelly on the sofa, Sheila saw the most beautiful young girl she could ever imagine. With incredible grace she made a perfect curtsy, held out her hand and said, "Good afternoon, Aunt Sheila. I'm your niece, Caitlin Fitzpatrick, and I can't tell you how happy I am to meet you at long last." Looking into her brilliant blue eyes, Sheila almost felt like she was drowning. Then she reached out, and with a yelp Caitie dove into her arms. Throwing her arms around Sheila's neck, she proceeded to melt her lips against the older girl's. Once again the incredible power of Caitlin's kiss caused Sheila to lose consciousness. "What ... what happened," Sheila murmured as she recovered finding herself again being held in Kelly's arms. "You've just met the littlest angel, Caitlin Fitzpatrick," Barbara said softly. "And truly, she is. Right now there are multitudes in Heaven as a direct result of her. You see, for months Caitlin was suffering intense and increasing pain that reached excruciating levels but just kept getting worse. Nevertheless, this little girl was constantly smiling and cheerful and spent all her waking hours trying to comfort other dying children. Only at night — in her sleep, if you please — did she scream from the pain that was a constant in her life. In talking to God in her prayers, she thanked Him for 'my wonderful pain' and offered it up mostly for the poor souls in Purgatory with no one to pray for them. Well — and we got this from Susie, by the way — she absolutely emptied the place out. There's no one there anymore — or there wasn't at the time Caitie recovered. Anyway, this lovely little imp is your niece and I don't think there's a finer girl alive in the world!" Sheila looked deeply into Caitlin's eyes and realized she was seeing nothing but love, purity, and Divine grace. Reaching out again, Caitie came into her arms, sat on her leg, hugged her and gently kissed her saying, "I really love you, Aunt Sheila. Honest." "And Caitie, I can't tell you how overjoyed I am to meet you." Then she looked up and said, "But something's wrong. You look like you're about ten years old and your mother looks younger than me — and I'm only eighteen. How can that be?" Without directly answering, Kelly grinned and said, "It gets better." Then raising her voice slightly she called, "Boys!" A moment later two boys came running into the room. Both were wearing short-pants blue suits with white shirts and Eton collars. They were holding hands as they came to a stop in front of their mother. "Sheila, I would like you to meet two nephews." Indicating the older, she said, "This is your nephew, Kevin Fitzpatrick, Jr., and his brother, Sean. Kevin is six and Sean was just three." The two boys looked like all the Fitzpatricks with dark wavy hair and brilliant blue eyes. Kevin put out his hand to shake, but then hugged Sheila tightly. Little Sean just hugged her and kissed her. After a wonderfully warm kiss he said, "You're so beautiful, Aunt Sheila. You're almost as pretty as my mommy!" Having greeted their new aunt, Jeff and Steve appeared to take the two little boys to the zoo. With yelps the two little boys ran for the door. Barbara came over carrying a small white bundle. Taking it from her, Kelly opened the receiving blanket and said, "And this is our youngest, Sheila. She's not four months old yet." The infant smiled, waved her tiny hand, and looked longingly at Kelly. The only sounds she was making, though, were happy ones. "Well, here goes what passes for modesty in this bunch," Kelly commented. She was wearing a two-piece outfit with a double-breasted top. Holding the infant in one arm she unbuttoned her top and spread it wide baring her perfect breasts. With a happy little yelp the infant locked her lips on her mother's perfect nipple and began to drink her wonderful milk. As the girl fed, her mother was softly caressing her and making loving sounds. "She's so perfect!" Sheila exclaimed. "Oh, Kelly, how do you do it? I can't believe that you can be nursing. Your figure is so utterly perfect. How can you recover from your pregnancy so fast?" "Because there's scarcely a pregnancy for her to recover from!" Caitie explained. The little girl had left the room and just returned carrying a pair of Levi's. "Mom has no maternity clothes and never has had any. About the only way she knows she's close to delivering is when her Levi's start to get a little tight." Then to her mother she said with a tear in her eye, "Here are your jeans back, Mommy." Then to Susan she said, "Remember what Mommy said? One good pair of well-broken-in Levi's is worth at least two disobedient imps? Well, since there's only one of me, not two, she wants the jeans back, so you get stuck with me. I'm sorry." But then she grinned and added, "But I can help Sheila get ready to meet Gram." "Before you go, Caitie, could you do me a favor?" Kelly interjected. "Your sister can never drain me, so..." With a yelp, Caitie stripped off her lovely little dress and kicked off her shoes. Then she took off her slip, leaving on only her cute little cotton pants as she dove into her mother's lap. While Caitie's mouth locked on Kelly's right nipple the woman held her daughter tightly and told her how much she truly adored her. For Sheila it was an incredible experience to see a mother just pour love into her child. Sitting beside Kelly on the sofa she said, "Now I see. In your breasts there's so much more than just milk, isn't there? There's all of your love." Then to her own amazement she heard herself asking if she could have a sip. Caitie took one more pull, then released her mother's tit. With the cutest little grin she said, "But the only way you can drink at Mommy's tit is to be naked. Well?" The Irish girl was taken aback. But then she realized that Kelly herself was naked above the waist and Caitlin was nearly bare. Reaching up to her neck she untied her little string tie. But that was as far as she could go. Instantly Caitie was beside her using her small hands to undress her new aunt. Initially startled, in response to a whispered request from Caitie she just leaned back and let the girl work on her. After standing up, in almost no time she found herself stripped to her slip. Surprisingly, all of her clothing was neatly folded on a chair. Caitie was taking care to avoid wrinkling anything. Looking at her young niece, Sheila knelt down in response to another request. This permitted the girl to lift up her slip. Now wearing only a bra and panties, she began to blush. Recognizing what was happening, Caitie quickly unfastened her bra, slipped her pants down her legs and then stood very close to her as again she knelt. Now Caitie's body largely concealed Sheila's own. "She's beautifully formed, too, Mommy," Caitie said. Then to Sheila she said, "Do you still want the milk? I'll be happy to finish it if you don't." Sheila, now completely naked, stood in front of Kelly. It was the first time she'd ever been naked in the presence of another person in her life. But taking a deep breath, she put her shoulders back and stood up as straight as she could. Looking at her cousin, there were tears in the corners of her eyes as she just waited. Stretching out her arms, Kelly said softly, "My darling cousin Sheila, would you like some of my milk?" Sitting on the sofa, Sheila turned and lay back across Kelly's lap. All she needed to do then was to turn her head and the perfect nipple was almost in her mouth. Sucking on it, she was utterly astounded. It was the sweetest, richest, most wonderful milk she'd ever tasted or could even imagine. And it was loaded with the purest love. Almost involuntarily her right hand came up and began to caress the golden demi-globe that was Kelly's milk-laden tit. When she did she became aware of how incredibly firm it was, even though the woman was nursing an infant. Then she became aware of the fact that Kelly was using her long slender fingers to caress her face. For the first time in years Sheila Quinn was at peace. When Kelly's tit went dry, remarkably Sheila actually felt a sense of disappointment. Kelly lifted her head and gently melted her lips to hers. The kiss was sweet and full of love. Very softly she said, "Kelly, how old are you? I don't understand." Kelly replied that she was thirty-two. Then Caitlin appeared with a white terry unisex bathrobe that she gave to Sheila with a grin explaining that it represented a decent compromise between nothing — the normal attire around the Collins' apartment — and her normal clothing. When she looked, Sheila noted that her clothing had all been taken away. Slipping on the robe she felt quite comfortable. It lasted only a moment, though. Barbara then appeared, utterly naked. There was a large white bow on the back of her head and a tiny white one clipped to her pubic hair. She was carrying a large tray with a silver tea service on it that she set in front of Kelly who had agreed to pour. Then she went back to the kitchen and reappeared moments later with a platter of magnificent tea sandwiches. Only then did Sheila realize it was these that the two women had been preparing in the kitchen. When Barbara served she dropped to her knees. Sheila's eyes widened as she realized the incredible physical condition of this beautiful woman who could go up and down like a jack-in-the-box with no apparent effort. Sheila was amazed as she looked around. First, Kelly was pouring tea while her top was unbuttoned and her golden tits were still fully exposed. Caitlin was amusing as she held her teacup in the most adult and ladylike fashion in spite of only wearing her cute cotton pants. Susan, on the other hand, was still wearing her cool and sporty dress from the country club. Notwithstanding, no one seemed embarrassed in the least. When she asked about it, Kelly explained that she'd been trained as a slave and had worn no clothes for months. Subsequently, usually as a fund-raiser, she regularly worked naked on construction sites all around the city. "Mom and I decided that being comfortable in our nakedness is a secret to good posture and ladylike bearing. I don't know if it's true or not, but..." Then she turned her attention to her daughter. "Now, young lady, exactly what is it you propose to do? I gather from the reappearance of my Levi's that you've traded back. Poor Aunt Susan is stuck with you again?" "I'm afraid so, Mom," the girl replied with a little grin. "It serves her right for saving my life, too." With that she got up from the sofa where she'd been sitting and climbed up on Susan's lap. Looking at Sheila she said, "I heard Aunt Barb telling you about me. But what she didn't tell you was how it all ended. You see, Aunt Sue — this was the first time she ever laid eyes on me, before she became my aunt — held me and drew all the pain out of my body and into her own. Then she did exactly the same thing with nine other dying children." She snuggled deeper into Susan's arms and said, "I'm sure you know the line, 'Greater love hath no man than he who lays down his life for a friend.' Well, she's my friend, because Aunt Susan laid down her life for mine!" With that the little girl began to cry, turned quickly and threw her arms around Susan's neck. The woman just held the girl tightly and felt the wonderful softness and warmth of her bare body along with the incredible fresh natural perfume that was so much a part of her. While holding Caitie tightly, Susan looked at Sheila over the little girl's shoulder and said, "What she didn't tell you, Sheila, was the deal she struck with God. She prayed that if my life should ever be threatened, that He would take hers and spare mine. That's your niece. She's one of the most perfect creatures God has ever created." The conversation continued. It quickly became clear that Caitie was planning on staying with the Collins for the duration. To every question raised, Caitie had an answer. When Kelly asked about school, Caitie replied that the teacher would be far happier if she stayed home. "You know, Mommy, how far ahead of the other kids I am. As it is, I spend all my time helping them. And I don't even get paid for it, either." Furthermore, it was agreed that they were going to surprise Andy with a new daughter. This stunned Sheila, but the others took it as a matter of course. Kelly pointed out that she and Susan were adopted sisters. "I think Mom's taste in children is improving," she said thoughtfully. "Sue is one of Mom's most recent creations. Don't you think she's really neat? Her hair! It's just fluid gold." As they talked they formulated plans. Caitlin pointed out that she was an expert in handwriting, literature, and deportment. At the last her mother raised and eyebrow and said, "Deportment? Surely, you jest! Caitlin, my darling, I love you dearly, but deportment? Hah!" "Just because I don't always behave..." Caitie began. "Always?" Kelly interjected. "Well, I behave sometimes, Mommy, you have to admit." Kelly hugged her daughter and tousled her hair, while Sheila saw the incredible love the mother and daughter shared flowed between them. They agreed that Kelly would loan Sheila the scrapbook and tapes of her own transformation, and the training would begin at once. Finally, it was agreed, but there was still one more element that surprised and amused Sheila. She asked Caitie, "But what about your clothes? Did you bring... ? I mean..." "Oh!" Caitie said. "I forgot. I'm sorry. With that, she got off Susan's lap, slid her cotton pants down her slender legs and ran toward the bedroom. A few moments later she was back, completely naked. "Aunt Sheila, here at the Collins I never wear any clothes, either. Look at all the wear and tear it saves on clothing. And it's environmentally correct, too. There are that many fewer clothes that have to be washed in detergents with phosphates..." Barbara removed the tea service. At that point Steve and Jeff returned with Kevin and Sean Fitzpatrick. Each man was holding a small boy in his arms. Both boys were sound asleep with their heads on the men's shoulders. Sitting down side by side on the sofa, the men very gently stroked the sleeping boys' heads. Barbara returned from the kitchen, knelt before Steve who was holding little Sean and whispered, "What do you think? Would you like me to make one of those for you?" Before he could say a word Susie had materialized between them. "Isn't it just great, Barb? Can you imagine Steven Sloan with a small boy of his own? Oh, my darlings, it's going to be so utterly great! And I'm going to be their Aunt Susie. I can hardly wait, either." Going around so she could see Kevin asleep on Jeff's shoulder she whispered, "Isn't he the cutest thing? They're so incredibly sweet and innocent sleeping like that. But what do you think, Jeff?" Jeff was astonished. Although Susan had mentioned Susie to him, he'd never actually seen her before. "I think that the fruit of Susan's womb will be as perfect as the children from Kelly's. But they couldn't possibly be any better." Then to Kelly he said softly, "This has been the greatest afternoon of my life, and I'm sure Steve would say the same thing. Your little boys are simply terrific. Because they were having such a wonderful time, the pleasure they were enjoying entertained us. They're just so incredibly great!" Kelly smiled warmly, thanked them, and gathered up baby Sheila in her portable crib. With the men still holding the boys, they went down together in the elevator. Once in the limousine Steve gave Kelly little Sean to hold while he drove. Jeff continued to hold and hug Kevin. When they reached the Taylor penthouse, the two little boys were just awakening. They thanked the men in the cutest way for taking them to the zoo, while the men didn't know what to do or say. With a grin, Kelly gave them her scrapbook and materials, then shooed them out of the apartment before Andy heard anything. ------- Chapter 25 Back at the Collins apartment, Susan informed Barbara that she and Steve were dining with them that evening. "But, mistress," Barb protested, "I'm not supposed to be dressed in the apartment." "Of course not, silly," Susan replied. "We're undressing for dinner, tonight." When she told Jeff, he licked his lips at the thought of being able to see Barb really naked. Hitting him in the arm she said, "You always see her naked, turkey! And what's that lascivious grin all about, anyway?" "I do not!" Jeff protested indignantly. "She usually has that huge white bow on her head that attracts attention from her incredible tits as well as the pubic decoration that blocks my view of her luscious moist slit..." With a dejected look on her face Sue said, "Well, I guess it's all over, isn't it? When my beloved master is no longer attracted by the moist slit he has beside him every night ... When his slave's sheath is no longer attractive to his huge weapon..." Raising her head and with her eyes wide she asked, "Could you give me a good-bye kiss, Master? For old times' sake?" At this, Jeff decided to try something he'd seen Susan and Barbara both do a number of times. Taking her into his arms he held her tightly and put his lips gently over hers. Working very slowly, he moved his lips over hers and then began to probe her mouth with his tongue, all the while concentrating on just trying to transmit his love and passion for his darling wife. Sitting beside Sheila on the sofa Caitlin whispered, "Oh, watch! This is going to be utterly spectacular." Then she burrowed deeper against her aunt's shoulder and nuzzled the soft material of her terry robe. At first Susan moved her lips on Jeff's. But when she felt herself slipping into unconsciousness, she started to struggle but to no avail. The way Jeff was kissing her was unique and incredible in its power. He could feel her weaken and finally Susan's body was totally limp. Laying her gently on the floor he began quickly to strip off all of her clothing and then his own. Barbara was on her knees beside him helping him undress her. While Sheila watched with her eyes agape — she couldn't imagine a man with a sex as large as Jeff's — he lifted Sue up as if she were weightless and sat in his favorite armchair with her across his lap. Barb ran out to the bar and returned with two martinis on the rocks. With a wink at him, she even had a sip of Susan's before carefully putting it down on a table exactly where Sue would have rested it herself. As she began to recover consciousness, almost unconsciously she began to nuzzle his shoulder. When she did, he gently kissed her soft cheek and savored the incredible fragrance she always exuded. Finally, she just snuggled and whispered, "What happened, my darling master?" With his eyes wide Jeff replied, "I have no idea, beloved slave. Perhaps you drank your martini too fast?" Snuggling against his shoulder she thought of the incredible sensation and love he'd communicated and said, "Sure ... I did!" stretching out the word as much as possible. Then with an adorable grin she kissed him softly and asked, "By the way, have I told you how much I love you recently?" While Susan and Jeff were exchanging endearments and caresses, Caitlin and Sheila were on the sofa with Caitie continuing to snuggle close. Because of the relative positions of the two couples, the two girls were looking at Susan's crotch. "Doesn't Sue have an unbelievable cunt?" Caitie whispered. "She has that incredibly springy patch of gold to cushion Jeff when he's fucking her, but then she has the most beautifully clean and smooth slit. There's no hair to get in Jeff's teeth when he's eating her out. Just look!" the little girl exclaimed. "You can see her clit peeking out right now. Isn't that just the neatest?" "Caitlin Fitzpatrick!" Sheila exclaimed. "I ... I shall wash your mouth out with soap—" "Why?" Caitie interrupted, very interested. "It doesn't sound like something that would taste very good or anything..." Looking puzzled she peered up at her aunt waiting for enlightenment. "But ... but ... but the words you used..." the girl sputtered. "The language! Good heavens." Genuinely puzzled, Caitie asked for an explanation that the poor girl could scarcely give. To do so would require her to speak certain words she'd never spoken out loud in her life. "Well," she whispered, "words like ... cunt," she said in a barely-audible voice, "and ... and ... and ... fucking!" Having said the word she just turned beet red and could say no more. Realizing for the first time what Sheila was saying, Caitlin pulled her head down and kissed her with all of the passion she could communicate. Then she said, "Aunt Sheila, you're so incredibly sweet. But I guess you've been sort of sheltered, too." Then she explained how she regularly assisted with her parents lovemaking and how her tongue, being smaller, was so good at lapping up the juices from a woman's cunt. She even explained how she regularly shared showers with her parents and took particular delight in washing their genitals. "Of course my mommy has no cunt hair at all," she said, "And Daddy just loves her that way. All there is is her exquisite sweetness that he loves so much to drink." At this point the conversation shifted to slavery. Caitie explained how almost everyone — certainly including her grandmother Andy, Kelly, Susan, and Barbara — had all served as slaves. "And, of course, both Sue and Bobbie insist that they both still are." Then she explained how in most cases it began with the slaves being whipped. "I guess Mommy was the only one who wasn't. She was your age — just eighteen. When she first met Gram, she could still see the marks from where Gram had taken over one-hundred strokes from a whip. Granddad was wielding it, too, and it almost killed the poor guy." She smiled warmly and added, "Those two are still like a couple of kids. They love each other so very much." Sheila asked for more information so Caitlin got up, led the way outdoors and showed her the whipping post and demonstrated how it worked. Then she padded around the now-beautifully-landscaped roof and showed her the running track, the tennis and platform tennis courts, and finally the magnificent fifty-meter swimming pool. The girl pointed out how crystal-clear the water was, then lay down next to the pool, leaned over and lapped up some of the water. Raising her dripping face she grinned and said, "Yum! This is the best-tasting water in the world! At any rate, it's certainly the cleanest. Uncle Jeff has the world's most sophisticated filtering and purification system on it. Would you like to try it, Aunt Sheila?" The girl smiled and shook her head. Wandering around the roof, she enjoyed the view — the penthouse was on the fortieth floor and had a view to the east to LaGuardia Airport and beyond — but her attention kept returning to the whipping post. Going over to it, she ran her fingers over the smooth post and just looked at it. Caitlin noticed her interest, but said nothing. When they sat down at the dinner table, Sheila was utterly astounded. First, the table setting was truly spectacular with the finest bone china, crystal, and sterling silver flatware. But then there were the people. Although everyone except her was naked, they acted as if they were fully dressed. There was no embarrassment of any sort. Seated at the table, Sheila was sitting to Jeff's right, with Steve sitting to her right. Before he unfolded his napkin she found herself looking at his semi-flaccid cock. It was utterly enormous. To her extreme embarrassment Susan saw her looking down. With a laugh she suggested that, to make it fair, both men stand up so Sheila could have a good look. Then, on the spur of the moment, she asked Barbara to come around the table. Caitie got off her chair, too. Asking the two men to stand, Susan knelt down in front of her husband and cradled his heavy balls in both of the hands. "This is a man's cock, Sheila," she said matter-of-factly. "Although I'm certainly no expert, more experienced women claim that Jeff's cock is huge. Isn't it just lovely?" With that she took it's tip into her mouth, savored it, and then ran her tongue over it. It was instantly in a throbbing erection. Barbara understood what Susan was doing and repeated it with Steve. After she had him in a throbbing erection and just about to spend, she licked off the pre-cum and said, "Sheila, Jeff is taken, but Steve isn't. Would you like to feel him? A man's sex is really delightful. It's so soft and yet so hard. So vulnerable and yet so powerful." Looking up at Steve from her position on her knees in front of him she said, "Will you marry me ... on Saturday, my darling? I think my darling mistress will give me a few hours off." Steve was utterly shocked. He had been after Barb to get married and Jeff and Susan had been pushing, too. It was Barb who had been dragging her feet. "What happened, my darling?" he asked. He had dropped to his knees, took her into his arms and had just melted her with a kiss. Although she was still weak from the power of his kiss, Barb hugged him and said softly, "My darling, thank you. Displaying your magnificent cock to Sheila made me realize how foolish I've been. Steve, Susie has been after me for months. She points out — correctly, I think — that some grasping female will see you and grab you while I'm just ... just..." She dove deeper into his arms and wriggled as he ran his big hands all over her bare body. Then she pushed away just far enough to be able to focus on his face and continued, " ... stalling! That's what I've been doing: stalling!" Tears started to flow as she hugged him tightly and said, "I'm afraid you'll be disappointed. I don't know anything!" she wailed. "But I'll be there to help," Susie interjected, materializing beside them. "Now would you two kindly enjoy the dinner? Susan outdid herself tonight because of your guest. Now move!" With that she disappeared as suddenly as she'd appeared. The couples returned to their places at the table and Barbara, blushing now, ran out to the kitchen for the first course. To her dismay, Susan ordered her back to her place while she and Caitlin served the dinner. It came as no surprise to anyone that Caitlin, although only nine years old, was as graceful and as accomplished as Barbara herself, as she served the meal perfectly. Looking across the table at Barbara, Sheila saw her perfectly sized and shaped breasts with their tiny pink nipples that were constantly erect and pointing upward. Swallowing hard she asked, "Is there anything that my niece can't do?" Shaking her head Barbara said, "If there is, it can't be worth very much." Then she added, "I'm assuming Caitie will be sharing your bed. I'll say only one thing, Sheila Quinn. She'll be the most incredible bed companion you'll ever experience — and that's assuming you'll marry someone to whom you'll give your whole heart and soul." There was a delay in serving the first course because Susan served champagne to drink to Barbara and Steve's wedding. As the dinner progressed, it was the most perfect food and the most perfect service that Sheila could even imagine. Finally, after the main course of filet of beef Wellington had been served and consumed with a marvelous chateau-bottled vintage Bordeaux, she said quietly, "Thank you so much, Mrs. Collins. Now I know why you ordered lobster salad at the club today. What is it, after all? Some cold lobster, mayonnaise, and a few spices. In other words, it's really pretty hard to ruin. Now I see that the finest food in America is served right here in this apartment. You're utterly unbelievable as a cook." After acknowledging the compliment, Susan and Caitie served dessert, then coffee and cognac, and finally cheese and fruit. Throughout the meal Sheila had remained silent and had just listened to the others. The dinner-table conversation was the widest ranging, most well-informed talk she'd ever heard. Although she was no longer surprised, she noticed that even little Caitie participated. The girl is an utter dream, she thought. She's almost like a miniature adult, and yet ... and yet ... There's something about her that's so perfectly childlike. Although she didn't join them, she was fascinated to see both Susan and Barbara smoking thin cigars that she heard called panatellas. Finally they were preparing to leave the table. It's the right moment, she thought. Rising to her feet, she said softly, "I guess the time has come." With that she slipped off the white terry robe she'd been wearing, kicked off her shoes and stood up straight beside her chair. Caitlin was the first to speak. "Oh, how great! Look folks! She has a lovely dark bush — and it's so beautifully full and curly, too! Mommy told me that the reason she has always been bare is that her cunt hair was just wispy and yucky. Sheila's cunt is going to be utterly perfect!" Turning towards Jeff she asked, "Don't you agree, Uncle Jeff? Isn't she gorgeous?" "She sure is," he agreed. "But what triggered this? Why did you take off your robe, Sheila?" "Because I am now ready to enter your service, sir and madam," she replied, looking first at Jeff and then down the table at Susan. Going down to where Susan was seated she knelt before her, cupped her tits in her hands and said, "May I present myself, Mistress? My name is Slave Sheila. These are my tits. They're full but soft." Then visibly swallowing hard she spread her knees as wide as she could and bowed her body backward. In what was obviously a totally unfamiliar movement, she spread her cunt lips with her long, slender fingers and said, stammering, "This ... this ... this is my cunt..." The poor girl was sweating now although the room was very cool. The others could see the anguish the poor girl was putting herself through, but still she persisted. "This is my cunt, Mistress," she repeated. "It's now available to anyone you wish me to take for any purpose whatsoever. It has not been touched by anyone until now." Then she spun around on the floor, dropped her shoulders and pulled her knees up under her body to raise her bottom. With her weight on her shoulders, Sheila managed to reach behind herself with both hands and spread her asscheeks as far apart as she could With her face partially in the carpet, her voice was somewhat muffled as she said, "And this, Mistress, is my asshole. It has never been touched but is also available to you or any of your friends." Spinning around again, she rose to her knees and asked with a tremulous voice, "Is there anything else you wish me to show you, Mistress?" she asked. "Stand close beside me," Susan instructed quietly. Although she was torn up inside, Susan's appearance was completely impassive as she watched the girl rise and stand beside her chair. Reaching up she took Sheila's right breast in her hand and squeezed it hard. The girl screamed in pain and recoiled. As fast as a striking cobra, Susan's right hand came up and slapped hard back and forth the girl's face leaving perfect marks of her palm on her left cheek and the back of her hand on the right. Sheila started to recoil but then just stood up straighter and said softly, "Thank you, darling mistress, for trying to teach me to be a better slave." Then she added, "I hope you didn't hurt your hand or your fingernails." Sue looked at her sharply but then concluded that the girl was being honest. She was, in fact, concerned about Susan. With that Susan ran her fingertips over the girl's body and probed into her bodily cavities. Looking at the girl's face she could see tears flowing in a steady stream but she no longer moved a muscle. When Susan's inspection was complete, Sheila said, "I learned that a standard element in entering service to you people is to submit to a whipping. I'm now ready for mine. Mistress Susan, I know that thirty lashes is the standard to get started on. Please, darling mistress, may I have your permission to cry out? I can bear the lashes, but I'm afraid I couldn't remain quiet the way your perfect slave, Barbara, does. May I cry out, please, Mistress?" Without responding Susan asked, "Why, Sheila? Why are you doing this?" Gesturing around the table she continued, "Just look at the others. They are genuinely shocked — and it takes a lot to shock this group. But why?" "Because I must, beautiful mistress," the girl replied. "Just look at yourself. Look at Lady Barbara. Look at my beloved Kelly..." "Kelly wasn't beaten," Susan interjected quickly. "No she wasn't beaten," Sheila continued. "Rather, she was inhumanly tortured mentally. A sweet, incredibly pure and loving girl preparing to have her virginity sold to the highest bidder. Then she works as hard as she can to maximize the financial realization from that sale, knowing it would be dirty, filthy business. But she did it cheerfully and eagerly to try to help her mother!" The girl had almost completely lost control but continued, "Look at Caitlin! Kelly's daughter, Caitlin! Can there be a child with more beauty, grace, and love? Impossible! And her beauty! As lovely as she is externally, it's nothing compared to the beauty that shines through from the inside to light up the world. Where is it from? Her parents, with the father providing the drive and the mother — Kelly — providing everything else: the direction, the guidance, the counseling, and the love." Holding her head up straight she said, "All three women sitting around this table right now have suffered unspeakable pain, and did it graciously and lovingly. I don't believe I can possibly be as brave as you were, but please? Please whip me?" With that she dropped to the floor, lowered her head and kissed Susan's bare feet. She remained prostrate and just continued to kiss her feet while waiting. ------- Chapter 26 The group standing around the whipping post looked like people invited to witness an execution. Realizing what she'd done — depressing what had been a joyful evening celebrating the upcoming marriage of Barbara and Steve — Sheila's natural charm and high spirits reasserted themselves. "Caitie, will you please show me how this is done. For example, should I ask to have my back or my belly whipped first? Or does it make any difference?" Then with a cheerful grin to the others she said, "I've been to many Irish wakes happier than this gathering! Good grief! After all, it's just a sort of sorority initiation, isn't it?" After making the comment Sheila tossed her head and felt a very unfamiliar sensation. She was used to feeling her hair toss, too, but now her dark hair was shorter than she could ever remember. For many years she'd worn it longer than shoulder length, but now it was in a short urchin cut like Kelly's and Caitie's. ------- Following the declaration of her slavery, Caitlin had taken Sheila out to the kitchen. There, after spreading a plastic sheet over the floor, she knelt down and bent over while little Caitie used a very sharp knife to cut her hair. "It will prevent the whip from catching in your hair," she said softly. Then she added, "You can cry if you want, Aunt Sheila. Gram tells how she did this to Mommy on the day they met. When she finished with Mommy's hair, there were equal parts of hair and tears all over the floor." She grinned and continued, "Mommy always says that Gram is a super hair stylist because she has worn her hair short in the exact-same style ever since." Sheila was kneeling on the floor with her head down. In that position all she could see were Caitlin's lower legs and feet. As she looked at them she realized again how utterly perfect this little girl really was. Even her toes were perfectly shaped. Everything about Caitlin was perfection as she verged on puberty. Feeling the knife pull through her hair and out again, she raised her head and knelt up straight bringing her nearly to the height of the girl. Caitlin was holding a long carving knife in her right hand and a lock of Sheila's hair in her left. With an adorable little grin she asked, "Getting a little cramped, Aunt Sheila?" Sheila took the knife from her hand and set it on the floor. Then, still without speaking, she gently pulled the girl close to her body, folded her arms around her and then kissed her full on the lips. Although she was very inexperienced in lovemaking, she realized that Caitie's lips were always soft and ready for a kiss. As she felt the flow of incredible joy and pure goodness into her body from the girl's lips she very gently ran her fingertips over the satin smoothness of her skin. Moving her head back just far enough to focus her eyes she looked into Caitie's and saw a puzzled, somewhat quizzical look. "My darling niece," she said, "I want you to know that you're largely responsible for what I'm doing. You see, you're so pure and good. And you're such a wonderful reflection on the people who brought you into this world, your parents. "Caitlin, I want to be like your mother. Then someday, if I pray very hard to Almighty God, and if I become a far better person than I've been so far, maybe someday I might marry and give birth to a child like you. Caitlin Fitzpatrick, that's my dream and I want you to know it. Child, you are utter perfection!" While slowly shaking her head in negation, tears came to the corners of Caitie's eyes. "No, Aunt Sheila! Please don't say things like that. Ask my mother. She'll be the first to tell you that I'm a disobedient imp and two of me are about equal in value to one pair of broken-in Levi's. Perfection? Not!" Still looking at the little girl Sheila asked, "What if your mother were dying and the only thing that could save her would be a heart transplant ... from you?" In an instant the girl's face lit up with overwhelming joy. "That would be utterly fantastic!" Caitie exclaimed. "I can see it now: Mom and I are taken into the surgical amphitheater. Before they anesthetize her, she gives me the finest kiss of my entire life. I'm just overwhelmed with the power of my mother's love for me. Then I watch as they put her under, open her up, and take out her failing heart. "Then, if they will allow it, I would want them to operate on me without anesthesia. I would want to feel the scalpel cutting into my body and then feel the bone saw cutting through my ribs. Then the surgeon will cut in, remove my beating heart, and sew it into Mommy's body." The happiness on the girl's face was overwhelming as she said, "It will just be so neat!" "Then what?" Sheila asked, stunned by what she'd just heard. "Then, if I can, I would like to wait a little bit to be sure the transplant is successful — that it really takes..." "What if it doesn't?" "Then Mommy and I will go hand in hand to the Gates of Heaven and I'll be with her for always," the girl said simply. "But ... but what about Johnny Taylor? You'll be leaving him all alone," Sheila reminded her. Earlier while the two had been snuggling together on the sofa, Caitie had been telling Sheila all about Johnny Taylor, the love of her life. "No, I won't," Caitie insisted. "Why do you think I roped and hog-tied him so fast? There are all kinds of neat girls who would love to console him in his time of loss ... with their bodies! Boy! Can you believe what some girls will do? Here I wouldn't even be cold in my grave and they would be warming Johnny between their thighs." "Caitie, you're one of a kind. There's no way another girl could be close to you," Sheila protested. "That's all you know!" Caitie responded. "For example, in Chicago there's Krista Bradley, Ed and Vangie Bradley's granddaughter. She has gorgeous brown hair exactly like Barbara's but with the most incredible gray eyes you can imagine. Her father is a Rhodes Scholar and an All-Pro football player, while her mother, Cathy, was the first woman ever to play professional football and was voted the most valuable player in the Pro Bowl game. She was also Phi Beta Kappa and valedictorian of her college class." Sheila knew next to nothing about American football, but she'd seen a couple of games on TV at the pub. The fact that a woman could play was impressive. She did recognize the reference to a Rhodes Scholarship and to Cathy Bradley's academic performance. Continuing, Caitie said, "Then in Los Angeles, there's Bill and Ali Clifford's granddaughter, Betsy. She's the most incredibly cute little girl. She's sort of like me in coloring except with eyes that are bigger than mine even, but emerald green. She's utterly brilliant and even richer than we are. Then there's Laura Benson! She's utterly unbelievable! Her father is an aeronautical engineer and her mother, Sandy, is the finest trial lawyer in the state of California, and probably in the whole country. You meet Laura and you're utterly dazzled by her beauty. Then you look at her more carefully and realize it's just incredible goodness, grace, and purity that she just radiates. And you know what? She already asked if she could have sloppy seconds. Laura is the nicest girl! She made me promise to let her know if I ever throw Johnny back. She said that she's not proud. She would happily take my rejects!" With a big grin, she added, "See? Johnny will be just fine." Then she thought for a moment and added, "Maybe ... maybe God would even let me do what Susie Sloan is doing. I could watch Johnny and his wife, help her take him inside her body ... Then later I could look out for their children..." Although suddenly tears were streaming down her cheeks she was actually smiling as she repeated, "It will be just so neat!" Then she said, "Now back on your knees, Slave! We don't have all night!" ------- "I think it would be better if your back was to the post for the first fifteen strokes," Caitie told her. "You'll be able to see the whip coming. Since it's really going to hurt, I think you'll do better if you don't see the last ones. Okay?" With a cheerfulness she didn't feel Sheila grinned happily and nodded. Then she stood with her back to the post and wrapped her arms behind it as far as they would reach. She just held them there while Caitie tied them together with a length of rope. Earlier Sheila had expressed doubt at her ability to hold on to the post unsupported. With her arms pulled behind her, her tits were forced up and out while she felt the post running up her back. "I'm ready, Mistress," she said softly. Only then did she realize that Caitie, now standing behind the post, was gripping her right hand tightly in hers. Her touch was strangely reassuring as she prepared to receive the first stroke. The whip went back and cracked forward. Sheila gasped as she felt it slice into her thighs just above her knees. "Thank you, darling mistress," she said. "But how could she have missed so badly?" she added to Caitie in a whisper. Then she remembered feeling a sharp squeeze on her hand the instant the whip had struck her. "She didn't miss at all," Caitie replied softly, almost whispering into her ear. "She's starting low and working her way up. This way your blood won't be all over the place she cuts next — at least, not for a while, anyway. She doesn't want to splash the other people with your blood." The whip continued to crack, each time opening a deep cut on Sheila's body. Strangely, though, although her body was being sliced to ribbons it didn't hurt nearly as much as she expected it to. But still it was almost like a white-hot knife cutting into her body each time. Then, after eight strokes, to her amazement, Susan shifted the whip to her left hand and changed her position. Now she started at the top and worked down, but Sheila's blood was flying with every stroke. Obviously Susan was as effective with her left hand as she was with her right and every bit as accurate. Sheila remembered reading that, when flogging was the standard punishment in the Royal Navy, a ship's captain always tried to ship at least one left-handed boatswain's mate. The boatswain's mates were the petty officers who administered the floggings and a left-handed one's strokes cut across right-handed ones. Susan was so effective she did it all by herself. As Caitie had warned her would happen, the entire front of her body was now red with her blood from the neck down. Yet after each stroke the Irish girl smiled and said, "Thank you, darling mistress." Finally, with all fifteen strokes completed, she leaned back against the post and waited. For some reason, Caitlin didn't immediately untie the rope binding her wrists together. Instead, now that there were no other sounds she could clearly hear the girl taking deep breaths as if to regain something she'd lost. Then she could feel the girls small fingers quickly untie the knot and unwrap the rope. Ignoring the blood continuing to stream down her belly and legs she moved her arms in small circles to relieve the stiffness, then turned and wrapped her arms around the post. When she did, she gasped as all of the open cuts on her body contacted the post. This time she put her arms up high around the post — with her arms behind her that had been an impossible option. She felt that she would likely be hanging from her bonds before the whipping was concluded and figured that having her hands high would assist her to remain standing. "Please don't put your hands up there, Aunt Sheila," Caitie asked. When she spoke Sheila could hear something strange in the sound of her voice but didn't know what it was. Then she continued, "You're doing just great, but really I want to continue to hold your hand if you'll let me. But I can't reach up that high. Okay?" "Yes, my darling niece, it's okay," Sheila said. Holding her wrists low she found herself savoring both the incredible pain in her body and the degree to which her blood was now flowing freely from the more than a dozen cuts across the front of her body. While holding her hands in position for Caitie to retie them, she wriggled her body to spread her blood over as much of the post as she could. While wriggling her bleeding body she called out, "Darling mistress, I'm even seasoning your whipping post with my blood. I hope you'll allow me to do it regularly." With a strain she was able to turn her head around far enough to be able to see Susan and see the surprised look on her face. Continuing she added, "Is it possible to whip me from another direction? That way I'll be able to work my blood into the entire perimeter of the post and season it all around." Her comment almost made Susan sick. With a shake of her head she handed the whip to Barbara and said, "Slave, make yourself useful. You've been on the receiving end often enough. Now let's see if you know how to apply it." Then she just sat on the cold deck and watched. Looking around for the first time she was utterly appalled at the way drops of Sheila's blood had splashed almost twenty feet away. With an expression on her face of acute distaste Barbara took the whip and let it roll out. To the surprise of absolutely no one, she proved to be as expert with the whip as with everything else. In almost no time, starting on Sheila's upper thighs she moved up to her buns which received four strokes only one inch apart and then on up her back to the eighth which cut into her right shoulder and, reaching over, the tip bared the girl's collarbone. This caused Sheila to scream with anguish for the first time. Her scream drowned out a quieter one from Caitlin that Sheila thought she'd heard but wasn't sure. Caitie certainly was gripping her hand as if her life depended on it, though. If Susan had been slow and deliberate taking her time between strokes, Barb was very quick, acting to get the messy job over with as quickly as she could. Again it surprised no one when she shifted the whip handle to her left hand and, with an expression on her face of severe distaste, lashed her seven times beginning with a cut across her left shoulder that opened a cut in her left collarbone that was the mirror image of the one on her right. Again the girl screamed in anguish. But this time, having been listening very carefully, she was certain that she heard a scream from Caitie, too. In almost no time, the last of the fifteen strokes was laid on her upper thighs and she just allowed her body to collapse against the post. The pain had been terrible but, she was proud to say, she'd borne it with only two screams, and both times were when the whip had cut into her bone. Again there was a noticeable lag before Caitie carefully untied the rope around her wrists and freed her from the whipping post. Then, with the cutest smile Sheila had ever seen — that was hiding the flame of pain burning deep in her eyes — Caitie said, "Come with me, Aunt Sheila. I have to fix you up. But there's a duty you must take care of first." She then whispered into Sheila's ear. The girl went to where Barbara was still standing with the whip just dangling from her hand. Dropping to her knees she took the bloody whip in her hands at a point about four feet back from its tip. Then Sheila just squeezed it like a squeegee. After squeezing the tip, her hand was dripping with her blood that she'd squeezed from it. She licked the blood off her hand and repeated the process three more times until she was unable to extract any more. Then she kissed the whip, carefully rolled it up, and gave it back to Barbara who had been watching the whole process while struck utterly speechless. Prostrating herself, Sheila kissed Barbara's feet and thanked her for the perfect whipping. Rising to her feet quickly, she went to Susan, again prostrated herself, kissed her feet and said, "Thank you, beloved mistress, for inspiring me to be a better slave! The whipping was simply perfect and will serve as an inspiration for me to perform well during my training." Arising, she rejoined Caitie who said she was going to work on Sheila's body to prevent infection. When Barbara and then Susan offered to help, Caitie just shook her head and said, "She's my aunt. She's blood of my blood and I will care for her." Leading the way, she took Sheila through a door which, to her surprise, opened directly into the bathroom of her suite. Waiting there was a massage table on which she ordered Sheila to lie. When the girl complained that her blood would get all over it, Caitie just pointed and raised an eyebrow. Sheila climbed up and collapsed face down ignoring the agony caused by the cuts on the front of her body. Again Caitie got up on an overturned milk crate. First she ran her finger lightly over the two cuts that went into her collar bone and said, "I'll take these." Then she moved down and took a cut from her back, then four from her buns and one across her thighs. Whenever she said, "I'll take this," she would let out a little yelp. Having done that she began to carefully wash out the remaining cuts and then apply an antiseptic and then a painkilling ointment. For some reason, the remaining cuts — the ones that Caitlin said she would take — needed no care. However, because Caitie was working on her back, Sheila didn't know that. When she finished with the girl's back, she asked her to roll over. "I could have turned you over by myself a little earlier, dearest aunt," she said softly, "but not right now. Can you help me?" Sheila found she could roll over easily. It turned out that the whipping wasn't nearly as bad as she'd been led to expect. Now lying on her back she could see that Caitie wasn't looking very well, but still she grinned happily. For the first time, Sheila could see what Caitie was doing. The little girl selected all of the whip strokes which cut across Sheila's tits — there were five of them — and then three more across her loins. Each time she said, "I'll take this," and then winced in pain. Towards the end, she braced herself against the side of the massage table and closed her eyes after each one. Finally, having taken the eighth, she took several deep breaths then got her materials to wash out, treat and then anesthetize each of the remaining cuts. This time Sheila could see that she didn't treat the cuts across her tits, but she didn't need to. Suddenly she realized that she was feeling no pain at all across her breasts which minutes earlier had been in agony. "What did you do?" she demanded. "Caitlin Fitzpatrick, what did you do?" The girl just shook her head and continued to work on the remaining cuts. When she finished treating the last one, she just sighed and collapsed to the floor. Suddenly Susie Sloan appeared in midair. Seeing Caitlin on the floor she flew to the door, opened it, and flew out in search of Susan and Barbara. Finding them cleaning up the bloody remains on the deck she screamed for them to come quickly. Running after her, they found Sheila just sitting up on the table, while Caitie was still in a crumpled ball on the floor. "Can you get her into her bed?" Susie pleaded. "She needs help so badly!" "What happened?" Susan asked as she effortlessly lifted the unconscious girl up in her arms. To her amazement and horror, when she lifted Caitie, the girl screamed in pain even though she was still unconscious. Sheila jumped down off the table and limped into the bedroom. There she took the spread off the bed and pulled back the covers. As gently as possible Susan lay Caitie down on the sheets but again the little girl screamed. "What happened?" Susan repeated. Looking at Sheila, the girl was baffled. "It was Caitie," Susie responded. "I tried to stop her but The Boss wouldn't let me." Looking at Sheila she said, "Caitie was holding your hand while you were being whipped, wasn't she?" When Sheila nodded Susie continued, "I thought so. The Boss wouldn't even let me watch. What she was doing, you see, was drawing off at least half the pain of each stroke into her own body. I saw there were originally two cuts right into your collarbone," she said. "You must have screamed. Did Caitie? I'll bet she did, didn't she? Even as brave as she is, she's just a little girl." "My God!" Sheila breathed. "Of course! That's exactly what happened. And then just now, she was saying, 'I'll take this, ' indicating a cut — both of the ones in my collarbones, for example — and the pain would instantly disappear. She actually took it into her body, didn't she? "Caitie has taken into her own body at least half the pain of the beating. But why?" "Because she's Caitlin Fitzpatrick," Susie said softly. "Because she's the littlest angel. Because there are multitudes of the Heavenly Host who even now are praying for her pain to be bearable." Caitie was lying on her back with her head resting on a pillow. Her eyes blinked and then opened. Quickly she moved to get up but Barbara, sitting beside her on the bed, gently held her down. Remembering where she'd lashed Sheila she was careful not to touch Caitie on those spots because of her having absorbed the punishment. "I'm terribly sorry, Aunt Susan..." "I beg your pardon!" Susan interrupted. "A slave may only call me Mistress Susan. Do you wish to begin again?" Caitie instantly tried to wriggle with joy on the bed but stopped as quickly as she'd started when the first agonizing pain shot through her body. "My darling mistress, you mean that, having accepted my introductory whipping, I'm now a body slave, too? I'm utterly overjoyed!" Tears came to her eyes as she continued, "I know what I'm supposed to do, beloved mistress, but there's that wonderful biblical line that applies to me right now, 'The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak.' Mistress, I'm supposed to present myself to you but I can't do it on my knees the way I know I should. I'll do my best, though" Pointing towards her breast she said, "It's so bad I can't even touch my body where my breasts will be someday. But right now they're really flat. Just like a boy's." Spreading her legs she said, "But you can see that I'm a girl. And ... And ... And Mistress, I understand that there are some men who would pay a great deal of money to be able to have sex with a child virgin. Of course I would be available to entertain them." She tried to roll over, but again was restrained by Barbara. Continuing she said, "And, of course, I have a virginal asshole. Perhaps your beloved master, Jeffrey, might wish to exercise his marvelous sex in a very tight and tiny asshole. He might have to rip it open a little to get his huge cock in, but it would be marvelous. Then I can—" She was interrupted by Susan utterly dissolving in tears. "You'd do it, too, wouldn't you, Caitlin Fitzpatrick? Well, you're Kelly's daughter and Andy's granddaughter, for sure! The three of you are so good, so pure, so kind, so full of grace..." Dropping face down on the bed beside Caitlin, Susan just bawled. As she lay there she could feel the most incredibly soothing sensation on her neck and her bare back. Looking up she saw it was Caitie gently running her fingertips over her body. "My darling, there you go again! You have to comfort the afflicted in the same way the rest of us have to breathe." She just shook her head and said, "Well, what now?" "I ... I guess I've about had it, Mistress. I'm sorry I can't serve you tonight, but tomorrow—" "Tomorrow, you'll begin training our newest slave. Clear?" Susan interrupted. "It's very clear, beloved mistress," Caitie said quietly. With that Sue and Barbara withdrew after helping Sheila ease into the bed beside her niece. Then the woman and the young girl moved enough so that their lips could meet in the most loving kiss either had ever received. Lying back on her pillow Caitie said, "Hi, God! It's me again — Caitlin. I'm sorry I can't be on my knees before you like I know I should be, but—" "You will remain where you are!" a disembodied, incredibly stentorian Voice said. Sheila recoiled in utter amazement as the understanding of what was happening sank in. "I guess I should have asked you before, God, but I didn't really know how to go about it and it happened awfully fast, anyway. God, I would like you to meet my brand-new aunt, Sheila Quinn. She's one of your most perfect creations, too. She's sweet and kind and pure of heart. Just looking into her eyes a person sees the reflection of your Divine grace. Anyway, God, she has just absorbed a terrible beating and really needs your help—" "What about you, Caitlin Fitzpatrick?" the Voice demanded. "She's an adult. You're still a small child. Do you not need my help also?" "Gee, God, I don't think so," Caitie said with the most wonderful smile Sheila had ever seen. "You see, I'm experienced. After all that wonderful pain you gave me, I'm used to it now. It's just that it's been awhile ... I'm so sorry I got everyone upset. I'll try to make it up to my mistresses somehow." Then she grinned happily and continued, "But by tomorrow morning, I'll be almost as good as new." "Caitie, Caitie, what am I going to do with you?" the Voice demanded. "And for what are you offering your pain this time?" "Oh, golly, I'm so glad you asked. I nearly forgot. I don't know how credits work up there, but I guess people are dying all the time. I would like my suffering to go to the credit of all those poor souls in Purgatory who have no one to pray for them—" "You've just emptied it out again!" He interrupted. Then He added, "And it's so unnecessary, too! Caitlin Fitzpatrick, you've been through the fire already. Your body has been tempered by pain, so that you..." He paused without completing the thought but then said, "Of course, Johnny will have to be tested..." "Oh, please, no! You can't!" Tears began to flow as she said, "Please, dear God, instead of doing something to Johnny, do three times as much to me. Please? I love him so and can't stand the idea of him suffering in pain the way I did." Then she brightened and said, "Why don't you just take my life instead? Wouldn't that be as good? Please?" "Caitlin, Caitlin, what am I going to do with you?" the Voice interjected. To Sheila he said, "Sheila Quinn, you're blessed to be able to associate with this girl. She's very pleasing in my eyes." Suddenly Sheila felt the most incredible sensation permeate her entire body. She was not completely restored to normal, but she almost was. "Sheila Quinn, your assignment for tonight is to hold my littlest angel tightly in your arms. She'll relish the sensation and I will appreciate it greatly. The contact with her perfect little body will rapidly heal your cuts. Will you do that? Will you hold my littlest angel tightly? For me?" Rolling onto her side, Sheila reached out and Caitie came into her arms. As the Voice had suggested, holding the girl tightly against her body didn't hurt at all. In fact, it felt wonderful at every point of contact so the two wriggled to maximize the area of their two bodies that was touching. When they thought they had reached the point of maximum contact, Sheila felt the most incredible sensation on her cheek. Looking at her bed companion, she could see the girl's hair tousled — Caitie wriggled in delight when it was — and then a tiny teddy bear appeared between them. The little girl turned her head upward and Sheila could see the girl's lips compressed. When they returned to normal, there was the most beatific smile imaginable on the girl's face. Caitie put her lips on Sheila's, gave her the most incredible kiss, and then whispered, "Good night, God. Good night, Aunt Sheila." Then after a pause she added, "You better get a lot of sleep, Slave Sheila. You're really going to need all the rest you can get!" ------- Chapter 27 "Good morning, Slave Barbara," Caitie said softly. Barbara opened her eyes, surprised. Like Susan, normally the slightest sound or motion awakened her, yet this morning she'd heard nothing. Moreover, light at the window indicated that it was quite late for a girl accustomed to arising between five and five-thirty every morning. In the Collins household, it was significant to be addressed as Slave. It made whatever followed official and required that it be obeyed immediately. "Good morning, Slave Caitlin," Barbara replied, surprised at the sleepiness still in her voice. Then she remembered it was a Saturday, and her wedding day. Although she'd agreed to marry Steve, neither Susan nor anyone else had said another word about it. Bounding out of bed, she ran into the bathroom, brushed her teeth and almost instantly reappeared. "Now, Slave Caitlin, how may I serve my darling mistress this morning?" "She asked me to bring you to her immediately," Caitie replied. With her eyes wide she added, "She also asked me to be sure to secure your wrists with these." With that the naked little girl produced a pair of leather cuffs joined by a mere two links of chain. When fastened behind a person's back the individual's hands and wrists were completely immobilized, and the person became largely helpless. Her eyes flared for an instant but all Barb did was turn around and put her hands behind her back. Very deftly the girl fastened the left cuff, then crossed the right wrist over the left and fastened the right cuff. Now with her wrists crossed at the small of her back, the backward pull on her shoulders caused the girl's tits to be even more prominent. With a look of apology, after turning Barbara around to face her, Caitie bit down sharply on each of her nipples after first sucking them hard. Her mouth and sharp teeth accomplished two objectives. First, Barb's nipples — hard to begin with — were now as stiff as blunt pencils, and second, they both were now almost as red as her lips. Taking her by the arm, Caitie escorted her to the master bedroom. Knocking on the door softly, she opened it when Susan invited them in. Once inside, Caitie was dismissed and closed the door behind her. To Barbara's surprise, Jeff was no longer there, but two of Susan's adopted sisters, Colette Fletcher and Kelly Fitzpatrick, were. All three girls were naked and sprawled comfortably across the bed. To Barbara it was the most beautiful sight imaginable. Susan was a golden blonde, Kelly's hair was dark, while Colette's was an utterly magnificent chestnut. Dropping to her knees, Barbara said softly, "Good morning, beloved mistress. How may I serve you this morning? Could I persuade you to stripe my body so that I might feel my husband's presence inside me even more vividly tonight? The thought of my darling husband lying on my bleeding open wounds is very exciting." At that instant Susan and her friends looked like nothing so much as three women in an Eastern sultan's harem. In fact, she thought, if these three were harem slaves, their master would be in Heaven! Each showed the signs of already having been well and truly fucked that morning. Barbara was nearly certain that she could see love juices mixed with cum showing on the edges of Kelly's beautiful hairless cunt. As the girls lay sprawled on piles of fluffy pillows, Susan said in an offhand manner, "Slave, present your body to my sisters and me." Barbara instantly dropped to her knees on the carpet but Susan said, "No, fool! Kneel on the bed. We want you to be close to us when you make your presentation." Barbara rose to her feet again. As she did the other women cringed seeing the tremendous strain on her gorgeous body that her movement created because her upper body was immobilized. Kneeling on the bed, she rested her weight back on her heels. Just as she was about to begin her presentation, Susie materialized in the air in front of her. "Isn't this woman just utterly exquisite?" the tiny sprite exclaimed. "Just look at her tits! Her boobs are as perfectly-shaped as any of yours, and personally, I think I like her nipples a bit better. They're just utterly scrumptious." Then she told Barbara to wriggle closer to where the other three were reclining. Taking a hand from each of the women, she rested it on Bobbie's thigh. "Wow! Would you look at this? Three women whose hands are all the same — tanned, slender, with such beautifully long, slim fingers..." Looking at Colette who was looking at her in amazement, she said, "Hi! You're Colette Dupuis Fletcher, aren't you?" When Colette just nodded she continued, "Who else could you be with that incredible chestnut-colored hair and eyes like emeralds? Wow!" Floating towards her she held out her tiny hand and said, "Hi! I'm Susie Sloan, Steve's first wife, and I'm delighted to meet you at last." Colette was utterly awestruck by the two-foot tall sprite floating in midair. Hesitantly, she put out her hand which Susie gripped in her tiny one. "Hold her in your arms and kiss her, Mrs. Fletcher," Barb said softly. "She's incredible. In addition to being Steve's first wife, she's a martyr of the church and a saint ... unless she's been promoted to angel. Have you been?" Barb asked shrewdly. Susie jerked up with a start and spun around toward Barb. "How did you know?" she demanded. "Who blabbed?" For the first time all morning, Barb regretted that her arms were bound. She so badly wanted to hold the tiny girl and kiss her. Reading her thoughts, Susie floated over to her until her lips were only an inch away from Barb's. Leaning her head forward, Barbara's lips made contact. It was the most perfect kiss of the purest love and grace the two had ever exchanged. In spite of the great difference in their sizes, Barbara could feel Susie working her soft lips on hers. When they eased apart, she could see that Susie's eyes were glassy. With a shake of her head, Susie grinned and said, "The world just isn't fair!" "Okay," Barbara said agreeably. "The world isn't fair. But why isn't it fair this time?" "Because I'm the angel; you're not," she complained. "I'm supposed to be able to knock you out with my kisses, but you're not supposed to be able to affect me at all. But you sure do. Why? How?" Barb just shook her head. She had no idea. Then Susie spun, sat on Barb's shoulder and kissed her ear. Looking at the other women she said, "It demonstrates the point I was about to make. Barbara Jensen is now an utterly perfect person. And today she's going to make my beloved Steve so incredibly happy!" With that she floated over to Colette and kissed her. Kelly Fitzpatrick caught the beautiful girl when she fainted from the power of Susie's kiss. When she revived, Colette found Susie now sitting on her shoulder. "Now do you see what I mean?" Susie asked the group. "If Barbara had kissed Colette with the same power she used on me, she might have killed her! Can you believe it?" Clapping her hands she said, "But what are you all sitting around for? Was there some reason for this gathering of teenagers?" "Teenagers?" Barb and Kelly protested simultaneously. "I'm thirty-two years old!" the two said in unison. Grinning, Susie just shook her head stubbornly and said, "Your drivers' licenses may say thirty-two, but you're both just nineteen. You're the same age as Sue and Colette. Just look at the four of you! With the exception of Sue's additional two inches of height — with most of that luscious height being in the most gorgeous pair of legs God has ever seen fit to put on a woman — you four are like peas in a pod, but with a few utterly charming differences. "Colette Fletcher, how do you ever get Jim out of your bed? With your body, your hair, your incredible eyes ... How?" "I drain him dry and he hobbles out of bed bent over like an old man crying about his poor empty balls ... I tell him it's good for him. Like some others — Sarah Wilson, for example — I only like really fresh cum, and now he's able to make more of it so quickly! I tell him he needs to be dry, otherwise some really ambitious nurse might find him..." Colette just giggled. "And you, Susan Collins, what's your excuse? And how did you get Jeff out of your bed this morning?" "Jeffrey?" Susan asked blandly. "That was simple. He wasn't here last night. It isn't nearly time. I find that Jeffrey ... appreciates my charms more ... if I limit his access. I find that every couple of months is about right..." At that Sue squealed as she was attacked by both Colette and Kelly. In just moments she rolled into a tight little ball to try to protect herself from their tickling. Even tiny Susie joined in. Barbara, still bound, could only kneel and laugh. The three girls finally rolled on their backs, still laughing. Then they helped Barbara off the bed and with her wrists still bound took her into the shower. What followed was the strangest experience of Barbara's life as the three beautiful women — assisted by Susie — worked on her together. Susie's rôle was in many ways the funniest. Mostly she just sat on top of the glass shower door and heckled. Periodically, though, she would work tiny crevices in Barbara's luscious body. It was Susie, for example who so-carefully washed Barbara's cunt, using her tiny hands to reach into its folds and turns. The others just oohed and aahed at Barbara's incredible beauty. When they finished, they dried her off and put her on the massage table. When she asked about a bath she was told that the bath would come that night just before her defloration. Remarkably, though, Susan still hadn't released her from her bonds. As a result she was lying on her hands while she was on her back with all three women massaging different parts of her body. It was easier, of course, when she was rolled over on her belly. Then Kelly asked her to raise her hips high and spread her knees. Without the use of her hands or arms, this was a very difficult maneuver to accomplish, but she managed. Realizing what Kelly wanted to do Barbara relaxed her asscheeks as much as she could. She could feel her cheeks being spread wide by Kelly's slender hands. A moment later the girl said, "Has my little imp been working on your asshole, Slave Barbara?" Although her voice was muffled by being face down on the thin mattress she replied that she had been. "I thought so," Kelly continued. "I think my little urchin must be anal erotic or something. She just adores watching Kevin take me in the ass and she'll work on my asshole by the hour to clean it, stretch it, and, in general, make my bumfucking as wonderful as possible. How do you feel about it, Barb?" Before she could say a word, Susie piped up, "It's all my fault. I told Barb that my one regret was that I never allowed my husband to take me in the ass. The result was, of course, that the last of my virginity was taken by one of my captors. They took me every way it's possible for a woman to be penetrated by a man and in every combination possible. Although I wasn't really in such great shape, they might have even invented a couple. Certainly they could easily have made a couple of new holes where they had stripped off my skin. All I remember was that it hurt like hell. "But anyway, Steve was always sort of interested in anal intercourse, but I never let him. That was all Barb needed to hear! She's determined that Steve will take her in her ass tonight! Am I right, Barb?" With her face on the mat and her wrists still secured behind her Barbara's voice was muffled but her answer was affirmative. Susan and Colette lifted Barbara up so she was now sitting up on the massage table with her magnificent long legs dangling over the side. Sue noticed that Barbara was wiggling her shoulders and realized that her hands had been secured behind her for nearly two hours. "Aren't you going to ask why your wrists are bound, Slave Barbara," Sue asked. "No, beloved mistress. Why would I do that?" "Aren't you interested?" "Not particularly. I assume that seeing my difficulty of movement amuses or entertains you or your sisters. If it causes me a little discomfort, it's a very small thing." The three women looked at one another and just shook their heads at yet another indication of what a marvelous person Barbara Jensen was. Then Barb added, "I only ask God please to accept my small discomfort and credit it to Caitlin's intentions, whatever they may be." Helping Barbara off the table Sue sent her to fetch Caitlin. When she returned the girl looked up at Susan and said, "How may I serve you, beloved mistress?" "Is that the way you've been taught to respond to a summons from your mistress? Slave Caitlin, go get the dog whip and bring Slave Sheila back with you," Susan ordered. When she returned, Caitie dropped to her knees, kissed Susan's feet and said, "Thank you for reminding me of my shortcomings, beloved mistress." Then with her head still downcast, she asked, "Please, could my discipline be administered by Mistress Fitzpatrick? She's very good with a dog whip. And, beloved mistress, if it should please you, could the five strokes be doubled and administered across my chest?" With a little grin she added, "The whipping might persuade my tits to start to grow." "Why, Caitie?" Susan asked softly omitting the normal "Slave" preface. "Why what, beloved mistress?" Caitie asked puzzled. "Why do you want to be whipped? On today of all days when you're going to be wearing a lovely gown and will again be the flower girl at a beautiful wedding. Why?" "Because the starch on the gown will irritate the whip cuts so beautifully. I'll be in such lovely pain all day long. It will be utterly scrumptious!" the girl replied happily. "But why, my darling slave?" Susan persisted. "You certainly aren't a masochist. Why are you doing it?" "To offer it up to Almighty God with all of my prayers that Slave Barbara and Steve will have a very long and very happy life together. If I really suffer and then offer my suffering to Him for them, maybe God—" Just then there was a brilliant flash of golden light. The light quickly gathered into a ball and settled over the kneeling child. It shimmered but became brighter and brighter until it rivaled the brightness of the sun. By this time, it was impossible to see Caitie's form covered as it was by the blanket of light. Then a stentorian Voice echoed around the room saying, "Caitlin Fitzpatrick, that's just about enough! Can't you see what you're doing to your dearest friends? And doing to your mother who adores you? Caitlin Fitzpatrick, I'm going to tell you something only one living soul knows. "Your mother, Kelly, was on her knees praying all night long, night after night while you were suffering in the hospital. She was trying to get me to take her life, or to give her a permanent affliction, or do something — anything — to her so that her beloved child might be spared the terrible pain. While you were suffering, Kelly Fitzpatrick, the mother from whose perfect womb you came, was suffering far more. There was absolutely nothing your mother didn't beg me to do to her to spare you. Nothing!" There was another rumbling like thunder and the Voice continued, "Was that all? In the Fitzpatrick family? Impossible. Your two little brothers, Kevin and Sean, went to your mother one day. Kevin, the older, did the talking for both of them. What did they say?" There was a sound like tears but then the Voice continued, but now it sounded both hoarse and choked-up. "Those two little boys were both naked and little Sean was just clutching his big brother's hand. They asked their mother to offer them to me as a sacrifice, as Abraham offered to sacrifice his son, Isaac, that you might be saved." Again there was a sound almost like tears but the voice continued, "Kevin had it all worked out. He and Sean would lie on a kitchen table side by side and their mother would cut out their hearts! "Do you remember an enormous, sudden storm a few months ago? It was very violent but appeared from nowhere? That was the reaction above when the offer of those incredibly pure and good little boys was heard. Caitlin, do you know why? You're nine. Kevin is six and Sean is three. Kevin decided that six plus three equals nine, so I ought to be willing to trade nine for nine. They adore you, too!" Again there was a sound like a voice being cleared. "We decided that the Fitzpatrick family is utterly unbelievable. It is perfect in my eyes." Then there was a sound almost like a chuckle and It continued, "Of course I do get some flack from time to time about the fact that you people seldom wear clothes. "Then there are those who are scandalized when, every Sunday morning, all of the children — now even including little Sheila — are naked in bed with their parents while Kevin plows your sheath, Kelly." There was a pause, then He continued, "Girl, are you ever going to loosen up? I mean ... After four children... ?" This time there was the sound of incredibly deep laughter and the Voice continued, "I am supposed to chastise you for not being physically modest. In fact, it's your only shortcoming. I point out, however, that you're one of my most perfect creations and if I were a woman who looked like you, I would never wear any clothing!" There was a sound almost like thunder and the voice continued, "There will be no talk of further punishment, Caitie! Do you hear? After all of the suffering in your family — after your brothers pleaded with your mother to sacrifice their perfect lives, then, Caitlin Fitzpatrick, your life was saved by two of the magnificent women here with you this morning, Susan Collins and Colette Fletcher. Both of these magnificent women would cheerfully give their lives for yours at any time — as they almost did already!" There was a thunder-like rumble in the room and then the Voice continued, "And then there's Barbara Jensen!" Incredibly, the Voice sounded both happy and joyful. "She is utterly incredible! "Caitlin Fitzpatrick, do you know how many times she took you to church? Do you know how many times she was whipped each time she did? Can you imagine the utterly agonizing pain caused by that coarse garment rubbing on the open whip cuts on her back and shoulders? There were times when she almost fainted from the sheer pain while walking with you to church. Do you know what she did? She would concentrate her thoughts on her freezing bare feet as she walked in the snow and slush hoping that the pain from her feet would drown out the pain from her whipping. "But never did she let on that she was even in any pain, let alone the degree of pain she was suffering or the fact that, Caitlin Fitzpatrick, it was all for you. It was not as she tried to convince you in order to receive a kiss from Steve although there were occasions when it was only his kiss that saved her from collapsing from the unbearable pain." There was a pause and then the Voice concluded, "Caitie, Caitie, it's impossible for a couple to accumulate any more blessings than Barbara and Steven Sloan already have. Moreover, because of Barbara's suffering, they, like you, have their own Heavenly multitude praising them and praying for them. "Now, Caitlin Fitzpatrick, I want you to get on your feet, kiss each of these women, and beg for their forgiveness. Now move!" With that there was a silent explosion and golden light sprayed the entire room covering everything. Rising to her feet before Susan her eyes were wide as she asked, "Mistress, what should I do?" Then she added, "Darling Mistress Susan, please forgive me for what I was doing to you. There's absolutely nothing I would less like to do than to cause you any pain. You saved my life." With that she just looked up at Susan's face with tears forming and slowly flowing down her cheeks. The girl's wanting was so obvious. Taking her face in her hands, Susan tipped her head and melted her lips in hers. Feeling the girl's body trembling, she opened her eyes and saw the little girl's body was shaking. "What's wrong my darling?" Sue asked softly. "I ... I ... Oh, beloved mistress, I so want to be able to put my arms around you and hug you tightly, but as a slave..." "As the lovely little girl — God's littlest angel — you can hug me any time you wish, my darling," Sue said as she began to hug the dark-haired girl. Before her arms closed, though, Caitie jumped up, wrapped her arms around Susan's neck and pulled her head up to the level of hers. Now, as Susan held her tightly the little girl melted her lips on Sue's and began to probe her mouth with her tongue. As she held the girl Sue slowly sank to her knees so Caitie's feet could again be on the floor. Finally they eased apart with Sue saying softly, "Wow!" The little girl's eyes were gleaming. Then she said, "Beloved mistress, will ... could ... please, would you do me a great favor? I ... I ... I'll make it up to you somehow..." "Of course, Caitie," Sue said softly. "What is it?" "Please release Slave Barbara's wrists. She has been suffering so much, and ... and ... and you heard Almighty God..." "Oh. My. God!" Susan exclaimed. Rushing to Barbara she quickly unbuckled the straps on the wristbands. Then taking the girl's hands in hers, she started to knead her wrists to restore the circulation. When she brought her hands around in front of her, Barbara let out a little scream of pain as her arms moved from the position in which they had been immobilized for nearly three hours. Putting the girl back on the massage table face down, Susan and Colette each worked on one of her shoulders. It came as no surprise to either of them to find the girl's shoulders tight with knotted muscles. "Beloved Barbara, can you ever forgive me?" Susan wailed. "What an utter fool! I asked that your wrists be secured as a joke. But then we were so fascinated by the way you could move and do things with your wrists secured." With a grimace she concluded, "But then like a hopeless, thoughtless idiot, I forgot all about it!" Caressing her friend's shoulders she asked, "How do you feel now, beloved slave? Back to normal?" "I feel simply scrumptious, darling mistress. Now how may I serve you?" "I thought you'd never ask, beauteous slave. Will you do me a favor?" "No, Mistress, I won't," the girl said quietly but firmly. "It's quite impossible for me to do you a favor. As your property, Mistress, I must do what you tell me to do. I can't possibly do you a favor. Now what order do you wish me to carry out? How may I serve you?" "You'll serve me by giving me a beating. Come!" With that she took Barbara's hand and marched outside, dragging the girl behind her. After selecting a whip she gave it to Barb and took her position with her back against the whipping post. "I think ten lashes should be about right, don't you agree? Please put them high on my back and across my tits. If you're really good, you'll even be able to cut my nipples the way Steve cut yours. Now, five in front and five in the back. I'm ready." "Well, I'm not," Barbara said, dropping the whip to the deck. "If you think I'm going to whip you, beloved mistress, you have another think coming!" Speaking very softly Susan said, "If you do not, Barbara Jensen, you'll no longer be able to stay here at the apartment. It's vitally necessary that you do this. Darling Barbara, please ask Colette about me. She'll tell you that we were both raised on whippings. I was even the one who taught Jeff how to use a whip to beat me. And, my darling, you've absorbed countless strokes. Even God Himself is impressed with your endurance. Well, darling slave, I can take it, too. Now please! I don't want to have to send you away." Barbara realized that tears were flowing from Susan's eyes as she molded her back to the post and waited. With a series of very quick movements the whip uncoiled and then struck as quickly and as ruthlessly as a striking snake. In just seconds there were three cuts across her left tit and then, flipping the whip handle from her right hand to her left she struck twice more, this time slicing open Susan's right. Glancing down Susan saw that each nipple was sliced across its center. Every time the whip cut her, all Susan did was to gasp and then take a deep breath. After five strokes, she turned and faced the post. When she did, she did what Sheila had done. Holding her tits in her hands she used them to paint her blood all over the post. Then she worked it into the wood grain by wriggling her body against the smooth post. She just ignored the agonizing pain that still seared her chest and was made far worse by the contact. Hugging the post, again Barbara lashed her twice across her right shoulder swinging right-handed and then three times across the left. Dropping the whip, Barbara dropped to her knees and began to weep. Susan was almost instantly on her knees beside her and hugging her tightly. "Please hold me tightly, darling Barbara. I need it so badly!" Looking up, Barbara wrapped her arms around the girl and felt her hands on Susan's bleeding cuts. "Don't move your hands, my darling," Susan insisted. "It feels so good to have you squeeze me right on the cuts." Then Susan eased back and said, "Thank you for the perfect discipline, Mistress. It served as a very badly needed reminder to me to show more consideration for others than I've been doing." The two girls got to their feet and arm in arm, went back into the house to where Kelly and Colette had been waiting. They took a shower together with Barbara carefully washing out all of the cuts on Susan's body and then, to her delight, kissing each one whispering as she did, "I'm so sorry I hurt you, beloved mistress." ------- Chapter 28 Susan just reveled in both the kisses and the pain. After putting painkilling ointment and salve on each cut they again began to dress Barbara for her wedding. As they were putting the final touches on her Caitlin appeared now dressed in her lovely flower girl's dress. At that point Barbara, who was now completely dressed except for her wedding gown itself, dropped to her stocking-covered knees before Susan and said, "Mistress, I know you've been planning on being my matron of honor. And as the bride's best friend, it's only right." Tears began to appear at the corners of her eyes as she continued, "But, beloved mistress, would you mind terribly if I asked someone else to be my maid of honor in your stead? With your permission — and yours also, Mistress Fitzpatrick — I would like Caitlin to be my maid of honor. Would you permit it?" Susan just dropped to her knees, took Barbara's face between her hands and concentrated on communicating the greatest love possible. Again ignoring the cuts on Susan's breasts and shoulders, Barbara again held her as tightly as she could while the two girls' lips just melted together. To the other women, there was just the visible power of the kisses being exchanged. "My God!" Kelly breathed, "anyone else but these two would be dead!" When the two reluctantly eased apart, Kelly asked, practically, "But what will the priest say? Won't he have a bird? Won't he feel we're making a travesty of the sacrament of matrimony?" "If he knows what's good for him, he won't!" Susie declared, appearing again in midair. "The Boss thinks it's absolutely the greatest thing he could possibly imagine." Floating over toward Caitie who was still speechless with surprise she asked, "What do you think of the idea, darling Caitlin? Your fan club thinks it's utterly great!" "I'm overjoyed," Caitie said softly. Going to Barbara she dropped to her hands and knees and kissed the girl's feet. "Beloved Barbara, you are honoring me above all women. There are no words that I can say. Only that I'm utterly overjoyed!" Then she looked up and grinned her adorable impish grin and added, "Can I consider this a dividend on my investment in your mink coat?" Barbara scooped the girl up and kissed her lovingly. Then Susie told them to take Caitlin back to the rectory, introduce her to the priest and the pastor and instruct them to look into her eyes. Although puzzled, they knew Susie well enough now to know that the diminutive naked angel always had a good reason for any suggestion. Susan finally lowered the wedding gown around Barbara's head and then smoothed the beautiful dress on her perfect body. Then she fastened a triple strand of perfectly matched pearls around her neck and put magnificent diamond studs in her ear lobes. "And where did these come from, Mistress?" Barbara asked. "They're utterly magnificent!" "They represent the least little payment on all of the things you've done for Jeff and me, for all of the pain you've suffered, for your cheer, for your myriad kindnesses, for your thoughtfulness ... Because Jeff and I love you so very, very much! Okay?" Barb kissed her quickly and disappeared for a moment. Returning, she knelt before Caitlin and said, "Darling Caitlin, it's traditional that the bride gives her maid of honor a memento of the wedding. Sweetheart, I can't tell you how happy and proud you've made me by consenting to be my maid of honor. I have this small gift as a token of my love and my gratitude. I so hope that you like it." With that she gave the girl a small jewelry box. Opening it, Caitie's eyes became as big as saucers. Then she screamed, "Mommy, Mommy! Come and look. Isn't this utterly magnificent." With exquisite care she removed a beautiful gold circle pin that was quite heavy with the weight of its 18-karat gold. Kelly, on her knees beside her daughter looked at the pin and said, "My darling, it's exquisite!" Kissing the girl gently she added, "And it's your very first adult jewelry. Caitie, it's so beautiful!" Turning the pin over, she saw tiny engraving. Showing it to Caitie she said, "It says, 'To my very best friend, Caitlin Fitzpatrick, on the occasion of my wedding, from Barbara Sloan.' What do you say, my darling daughter?" "I say I adore my friend, Barbara Jensen Sloan. I say that this is the happiest day of my whole life, and you've made it so, darling Bobbie!" Looking up with her eyes wide she asked, "Could you put this gorgeous pin on my dress? And would you give me a kiss?" Very carefully Barbara pinned it on the lovely dress and was thrilled by the way the little girl just beamed with pride. Then hugging the girl tightly, she melted her lips on Caitie's. When they parted, Barbara felt a sinking sensation in the pit of her stomach. "Darling mistress," she said to Sue, "I've just made a terrible mess of things. With Jeff and you in the wedding, everything was great, but now he's in and you're not—" "He's not in, either," Susan interrupted, "so now Jeffrey won't get to sit alone and ogle all of the beautiful girls. He'll have to be with me where I can keep an eye on him." When Barb asked who the best man was going to be, all Sue did was grin and said it was a surprise. Then, to her utter amazement, instead of dressing, Susan asked Colette to drop the terrible coarse-textured poncho over her head and winced from the agonizing pain when she did. Colette, playing her rôle to the fullest, slapped her twice across the face and then pressed the rough fabric into the cuts on Susan's shoulders and chest. "Thank you, darling sister," Susan said with a smile. "I'm delighted that you still know me so well." Going down in the elevator to the garage level, Barbara found Jeff wearing a chauffeur's uniform and holding open the door of the Rolls limousine. Caitie climbed in, followed by Barbara. To their surprise, he closed the door, opened the front door and helped Susan into the seat beside him, being none too gentle with her as he did. Colette and Kelly were going to ride with their husbands who had just arrived at the apartment to pick them up. Reaching the church, Jeff pulled up at the rectory door and helped Barbara and Caitlin out of the car. He remained with the car because, assuming everything worked out as expected, the girls would get back in the car, be driven around the block and delivered to the front door of the church. Going up to the rectory door the two girls were both giggling, recognizing as they did the oddity of a bride and her maid of honor calling on clergymen immediately before the wedding ceremony. Fortunately, the door was quickly opened by the housekeeper and they were shown into the study. There the pastor, Monsignor Kelliher, greeted them with surprise. Since the arrangements had been made with another priest who would be saying the nuptial mass, he was also summoned to the study. When the second priest, Father Reagan, joined them, he was wearing his white vestments for the nuptial mass. With a warm smile Barbara addressed the pastor and said, "Monsignor, I wanted you to know in advance of the ceremony that my principal witness, my maid of honor, will be Caitlin Fitzpatrick. I thought you might like to meet her first." Caitie, as Barbara had known she would, made a most perfect curtsy to the two priests and introduced herself. Monsignor Kelliher was nonplused. "But ... but ... but this is very irregular. She is the merest child. I really cannot permit—" "I have been instructed to ask you both to look directly into Caitlin's eyes," Barbara interrupted. "Please do it." The older priest was sitting behind his desk in a leather-covered swivel arm chair. Spinning toward the side, he held out his hands to Caitie who came around the side of his desk and put her small hands in his. When he looked into her eyes, he was stunned. "Mike, come here!" he exclaimed and the younger priest came around the desk, too. When he looked into her eyes, all he saw was the most incredible love, purity, goodness, and Sanctifying Grace. Suddenly there was a golden glow over Caitie's head and The Voice said, "This is my friend, Caitlin Fitzpatrick. Because of this small girl, there are no longer any souls in Purgatory. There are, however, a multitude of newly-qualified saints with Me in Heaven all singing her praises. It was with enormous happiness that we heard Barbara Jensen invite this angel to be her maid of honor. "You see, Barbara is also very special. Suffice it to say that there are really very few people that either of these young women can kiss with all of their power except one another. Whenever these two kiss, the joy of the people here beside me knows no bounds. It is my wish that Caitlin serve as Barbara's maid of honor." With a rumbling almost like thunder there was a final question, "Do you have any objections?" When The Voice began to speak, Barbara had gone to stand behind the small girl. When The Voice finished his speech, the golden glow expanded to include Barbara as well. Then it began to shimmer and grow brighter and brighter until it rivaled the sun. Suddenly there was another silent explosion and the golden light exploded to cover the entire room and everything in it. Meanwhile Barbara just held Caitie tightly. "Good grief!" Monsignor Kelliher finally breathed. Then to Barbara he said, "Clearly it has been decided that Miss Fitzpatrick is to be your maid of honor But can you tell us something about her?" Quickly, Barbara told how Caitie had been afflicted by God with an ever-increasing level of pain. "But, you see, all she ever did was to spend her waking hours cheering up the other children in the hospital. Except for a bright flame of pain in her eyes no one would know there was any problem. But at night, when the other children slept after weeping and crying most of the day, Caitie would scream and weep in her sleep. Then each day she would decide with her mother for whom she should offer 'my wonderful pain.' "You just heard Our Lord: This small girl has emptied out Purgatory. She is referred to by The Lord as 'his littlest angel.' Do you need any more?" When the pastor asked Caitie if he could have a kiss, she jumped up on his lap, wrapped her arms around his neck, and very carefully melted her lips to his. Seeing the older priest's eyes grow glassy, Barbara gently pulled Caitie's head away. "Good heavens!" Kelliher exclaimed. "Now I understand. This girl is truly Divine, isn't she?" Then he called his young associate over and Caitie kissed him, too. Finally Barbara grinned and said, "Can I assume that there will be no problem with Caitlin Fitzpatrick being my maid of honor?" The two priests could do no more than nod weakly as the girls left the study and returned to the waiting car. When Jeff drove around the block, he helped the two girls out of the car, parked it and then helped Susan out. When she was standing barefoot on the sidewalk, she just looked up at her beloved husband. Taking her into his arms he melted his lips on hers. Ignoring the agonizing pain from the coarse fibers tearing into the cuts on her body, she just melted and said, "My darling, I had forgotten how much I actually enjoy being punished." Then pouting she said, "And I could never get you to do it, either. But now," she said proudly, "I have a personal body slave who is as good with a whip as I am myself. From now on, my darling, you can count on seeing your wife's body scored with whip cuts. Aren't you happy?" "I adore my darling wife," was all that Jeff would say. The two entered through a side door of the church and took seats in the back corner. Remarkably, for a very small wedding there were substantial numbers of people present. Moreover, many of them were people who neither he nor Susan knew. When she asked who the tall, handsome man was who was serving as Steve's best man, Jeff just grinned but wouldn't tell her. When the Wedding March began, they both rose and looked toward the center aisle. There, proudly alone, Caitie walked slowly carrying her bouquet. Susan and Jeff were both delighted at the girl's so-obvious happiness. Following her came Barbara on the arm of Jack Taylor, Andy's husband. When they reached the altar, Caitie drew back her white veil and Jack kissed her lightly on her luscious lips. Earlier, when arrangements were being made for the wedding, Barbara Jensen had said that she couldn't have a nuptial mass because she'd already been married. Sniffing with her nose in the air, Susie pointed out that, first, Barb and Simon Anthony had been married by a judge, so it didn't count in the eyes of the Church, and, second, since she was still a virgin, her previous marriage had never been consummated, so it didn't count at all. Looking at Steve, Barbara's heart rolled over. Taking his hand the two went up to the altar. The only odd thing was that Barbie had no idea who Steve's best man was. The mass continued to the point where on a Sunday there would be a homily. Since this was a wedding mass on a Saturday, normally this part was skipped. However to Barb's surprise Steve escorted her to a chair, seated her and then took a seat beside her. Monsignor Kelliher, the pastor, climbed up to the pulpit and addressed the congregation that was surprisingly large for this wedding mass. After his preamble, he said, "This is a truly remarkable wedding. First, there are only four members of the wedding party, and two of them are the bride and groom. For those of you who may not know, this is the minimum for a wedding to be legal: there must be at least two witnesses. However, the four people here at the altar this morning are truly remarkable. Let me tell you about the women first. "We talk a great deal — or at least, we used to — about the 'poor souls in Purgatory.' The maid of honor — a young girl, Caitlin Fitzpatrick — has emptied it out. Truly, she did! This girl was afflicted with incredible pain. It was so great that it was impossible to use a machine — called a dolorometer — developed to measure pain. Why? Because if one were to have cut off Caitlin's hand, she would not have felt the additional pain! This is the maid of honor. The bride? She's in the same class of sanctifying grace and purity as the maid of honor. Suffice it to say, there's great joy in Heaven right now, celebrating the union of this young woman with Steven Sloan." Looking around the church the pastor smiled warmly and continued, "Let us look at the male side of this equation. The best man is Kenneth Carlson. Who is he? He's the most decorated hero in the history of the United States! He holds two Medals of Honor! In addition, there are two awards of the Distinguished Service Cross. This man has four awards of the two highest awards for gallantry our country can award. And he's the best man! Why? Because of the groom. "Who is he? He's Steven Sloan. Steve commanded the Corps of Cadets in his senior year at the United States Military Academy at West Point. He was a Rhodes Scholar and received his Ph.D. from Oxford University in international economics. In Vietnam he won the Distinguished Service Cross with oak leaf cluster, and the Silver Star with two. In short, here at the altar we have two of the greatest heros our country has ever known!" Again looking around the church the pastor continued, "Steve Sloan was married before. His wife, Susan, was so brave as to be unbelievable. I know that his earlier marriage ended in tragedy after only a few weeks. His wife was tortured to death before his eyes over a three-day period during which everything imaginable was done to her. Nevertheless, in Barbara, Steve has found a woman at least as good as his former wife. In fact, we now know his former wife is being recognized as a saint and martyr of the Church. But Barbara is considered to be at least as good! "Does this say something? I think it does. I think it says that we have a hero marrying a woman who is truly holy. She is pleasing in the eyes of God." Pausing, he looked around the church and then continued, "Barbara wants as many children as God will allow her to carry. The primary reason Caitlin is her maid of honor is to serve as her inspiration and her prayer that God will bless her with a child like Caitie." With a very broad smile he said, "Well, I suppose we should get on with it, shouldn't we? Then Barbara and Steve can get started on their personal production." Father Reagan continued the wedding mass. Kneeling beside Steve, Barbara found she needed to hold his hand. She decided that his powerful tanned hand felt so good in her slender one. To her surprise Steve raised her hand to his lips, kissed the back of her fingers and whispered, "My darling Barbara, I love you so very much!" She just shivered with sheer joy when he did. When they reached the exchange of vows, Barbara surprised everyone including herself by speaking up in a powerful voice that carried to the corners of the church. Even Susan in the back corner could hear every word clearly. She grinned when she heard Barbara emphasize the word, obey, in "love, honor, and obey." Barb's eyes were glistening with tears when she held out her hand for Steve to slip on the plain gold band that she'd insisted upon. It was with some reluctance that she took a heavy gold band from Caitie and slipped it on Steve's finger. When she insisted on only a plain gold band, to her amazement he had insisted on the same thing. Finally, they reached the point where Father Reagan pronounced them man and wife and told Steve he could kiss his bride. She slipped so perfectly into his arms and he could feel her body trembling as she raised her lips to his. Although he knew a light peck was expected, it wasn't what Steve had in mind. Gently but firmly he pulled her close and melted his lips against hers. There was an instant flood of electricity between them, but something else, too. A golden glow appeared around their heads and then expanded to cover their bodies. Alarmed, Ken Carlson picked Caitie up in his arms to protect her. When he did, Caitie wrapped her arms around his neck and melted her lips against his. The instant that happened a second golden glow formed around them For Carlson, who had known Caitie from the moment of her birth, this was an astonishing event. Kathy had told him of the golden glow appearing at the office, and had explained how it related somehow to the fact that they never aged. Physically, Kathy Carlson was only nineteen while Ken was twenty-three, although their drivers' licenses said they were both pushing fifty. While the golden glow shimmered and grew brighter around them, he felt the incredible power of Caitie's kiss. It was the purest love, joy, and Divine grace. Barbara tried to communicate her love for her husband through her lips. Her kiss was like Caitie's but with even greater power as well as totally unleashed passion. The two were utterly oblivious to what was happening around them. Father Reagan and the two altar boys were dumbstruck. Taking the hands of the two young boys, the priest dropped to his knees and silently prayed. The two balls of golden light had now grown so bright it was impossible to see the people inside them. Finally, there was a thunder clap that sounded happy and the golden light exploded to cover everyone in the entire church. Slowly it dissipated leaving the four people still in each other's arms. "Thank you, my darling husband," Barbara breathed. "Thank you, Uncle Ken, for protecting me," Caitie whispered. "I feel so warm and safe in your arms. And your kiss was scrumptious!" "Caitlin Fitzpatrick, now I know why my oldest boy, Kenny, is so unhappy. He knows you're already engaged to Johnny Taylor who he considers to be the luckiest man in the whole world." "He does!?" she exclaimed. "I ... I ... I never thought ... As handsome as Kenny Carlson is... ? And he likes... me?" The little girl, still being held in Ken's powerful arms, could not believe it. "But ... but ... but I'm just an ugly duckling. With all those gorgeous California girls, why... ? How... ?" "Because you're so incredibly beautiful, you're beyond belief, Caitlin Fitzpatrick. And as physically magnificent as you are, it's nothing compared to the beauty you radiate from within. You're one of God's angels come to earth, my darling, and every boy who has ever seen you is madly in love with you. Okay?" The little girl just hugged him tighter and buried her face in his neck. Ken put his hand on her lovely hair and hugged her while she burrowed into his neck. Instead of putting Caitie back on her feet, he carried her down the aisle that way following the joyous bride and groom. At the entrance to the church a detail of uniformed men snapped to attention. Mike Morris, in his Marine major's uniform, ordered the detail to draw sabers. To her amazement and delight Barbara went under the arch of sabers to the waiting car. Susan was already seated inside while Jeff held the door. Behind it was the Taylor's limousine with Sam Duncan waiting for Ken Carlson and Caitie. Getting in the car, Barbara was glowing with joy. As soon as Steve was seated and the door closed, Susie materialized. For the first time, she was fully clothed, wearing a bridesmaid's dress. "Oh, Steve, your wedding was just so incredibly neat!" she enthused. "And wasn't the ceremony just great? The Boss decided he had to take a more active rôle. That's why he even let me get dressed today." She grinned and added, "Isn't it a hell of a note, though? Here I've been as naked as the day I was born whenever I've been with you two. But today, when I should be preparing you to finally fuck your wife, I'm dressed and my charms — such as they are — are hidden. Somehow, I always seem to be a little out of phase." Reaching out, Barbara took the sprite in her arms and kissed her. It was a kiss of love, purity, and an incredible level of grace. Then Susie floated over to Steve and gave him a loving kiss, too. "Now I am truly happy, Steven Sloan. Thank you so very much for making my happiness possible," she said. "After a magnificent honeymoon — I'm coming, too, by the way — you'll come back and continue to explore each other's magnificent body. And then after a few years..." Susie, to Barbara's great joy, nuzzled Steve's neck. While gently stroking the sprite he used the intercom to speak to Jeff. "I can't thank you enough, Mr. Collins, for arranging to have Ken Carlson out here..." "Well, you can start thanking me by calling me Jeff. How's that for openers? And today Sue is back to being Slave Susan. She really likes it better that way, anyhow. Okay?" Steve agreed. Then Barbara whispered something in his ear and he grinned and nodded his head. "I think it's a wonderful idea, my darling. There's an old Tom Lehrer song — I think it's The Wiener Schnitzel Waltz — that has a line, 'revealing for all of the others to see / just what it was that endeared you to me... ' You will feature your luscious cunt, won't you?" "Along with my tits and tiny asshole, my darling," Barbara replied with a charmingly impish grin. "All my openings you're going to stuff with your magnificent cock today. I can hardly wait!" Then she looked at Steve and added, "My darling, I really hope that I'm a really great piece of ass for you — and a really great fuck!" At that instant Susie reappeared on Barb's shoulder and said, "Don't worry about it. Steve would never know the difference." She instantly disappeared before Barb could spank her. ------- Chapter 29 Somehow Simon Anthony learned of Barbara's wedding. Now financially ruined, Anthony spent most of his time dead drunk so he really had no idea how he had learned of the event. Nevertheless, he did know about it and, sober for a change, shaved and dressed carefully for the first time in many weeks. My God! he thought. Since that dinner at the Collins, I've been in a drunken stupor almost constantly. Anthony was still drunk when he returned to their apartment after the party. The next day he began a binge that ultimately destroyed him. Although he had no memory of it, in just a few weeks he went from a very small apartment on the Upper East Side with a good but overpriced address — even in New York terms — to a rooming house, which more accurately would be called a flophouse. The $30,000 that he'd scraped up to pay as interest to Collins was all gone, although only Heaven knew where. Somehow he managed to sober up enough actually to get to the church where the wedding was scheduled. After entering the church by a side door he found a seat in the back. While waiting for the ceremony to begin, he looked around and was astonished to see both Jeffrey and Susan Collins sitting across from him. His astonishment derived from the fact that Jeff was wearing a chauffeur's uniform while Susan was wearing a very strange-looking poncho-type garment. But why aren't they in the wedding? he wondered. After all, they own Barbara now. While he was still puzzling over both their strange appearance and their presence at the back of the church the organist shifted from incidental music to the Wedding March. Hearing the so-familiar music along with the rest of the people — Simon was surprised at how many people there were — he rose and faced toward the rear. A small dark-haired girl appeared at the rear archway. After taking a deep breath she began to walk in a beautifully measured pace up the aisle. She was the most beautiful child he had ever seen and was obviously so happy she bubbled. Now he was really puzzled. Although certainly not an expert on weddings, he thought he remembered the procession sequence as being the bridesmaids, then the maid of honor, followed by the flower girl and ring bearer and then by the bride. But where were the bridesmaids? The beautiful girl was clearly the flower girl — and a very beautiful one she was, too. Then he was startled to see an incredibly beautiful woman dressed in white enter on the arm of a very handsome young man. Although he'd never met him, Simon made it a point to be able to recognize most of the wealthiest men in New York. Accordingly, he was able instantly to identify Jack Taylor, probably the richest New Yorker of them all. Simon was confident that his net worth — possibly not even counting his wife's — exceeded $10 billion. His wife, Andrea, had billions in her own right. Looking at the woman on Taylor's arm, Simon was stunned. It had to be Barbara, but it couldn't be. But it was! Even through his alcohol-fogged brain he remembered that the night he sold her into slavery her hair had been hacked off short, and this woman's hair was in that style. Her features were utterly exquisite and she moved with the elegance and grace of a queen. But what happened? he wondered. When the couple reached the altar, the woman bent down so the little girl could draw back her white veil. She did it with the happiest, most impish-looking little grin Simon could imagine. Jack Taylor, meanwhile, looked on with the pride he would show if she really were his daughter. With her veil drawn back he gave her a loving kiss and then put her hand into the big man's who had been waiting for her. Looking at the groom, he represented to Simon everything he himself could never be. He was tall and slim but with a very powerful build. Thinking about himself, Simon was utterly appalled. Now he weighed nearly 300 pounds in spite of being only five feet six inches tall. Moreover, he knew that with the very small size of his erect penis coupled with his obesity and Barbara's, he doubted if he'd ever even penetrated her body. And now, with the priest beginning the wedding mass, he realized that he and Barbara had been married by a municipal court judge. They had not been married in the church and, in fact, had never set foot in one for the entire duration of their marriage. As the ceremony moved along Simon Anthony became even more puzzled. First, it was now quite clear that the child was, in fact, the only bridesmaid — the maid of honor, he supposed. The best man, on the other hand, was almost a carbon copy of the groom: six feet three, about 225 pounds with sun-streaked brown hair. Then the congregation took seats while an older priest climbed up to the pulpit. When Simon learned who the bridesmaid was he was astounded. The priest, incredibly, put Barbara in the same category. Then he learned that the groom and the best man were both real military heros of the highest order. Utterly dumbfounded, he remained in a daze for the rest of the ceremony. Remarkably, he could hear every word when Barbara spoke her marriage vows. When she did, he was impressed with the beauty and warmth of her voice. Finally, when the couple embraced and the golden light enveloped them, Anthony was astounded. Then he realized that what he'd heard earlier was nothing but the simple truth: Barbara was blessed by God Himself. When the best man swept the little girl up in his arms to protect her, the golden light enveloped them, too. Almighty God is blessing this wedding! he realized. There was something else, though, that finally penetrated his alcohol-fuzzed brain. When Barb turned to face her new husband and raised her arms to embrace him, he realized for the first time that she was not only incredibly beautiful, she was actually years younger! He wasn't certain of her age — typically he cared nothing for other people, except for what they might do for him — but he was pretty sure she was nearly thirty-five. But today she looked so much younger — not even twenty-one! When the ceremony ended, Anthony remained seated in the pew in a daze. Only when the church had completely emptied did he get to his feet and make his way outside. At that point he made up his mind to attend the reception that he figured would almost certainly be at the Collins apartment. Finding his way over to the building, he was glad that he'd had the foresight to shave and to wear a decent suit. Fortunately, other guests from the church were entering the building at the same time so he wasn't challenged by security. Joining the group, he went up in the private elevator car with them. The only other time he'd been to the apartment — the awful night when he sold Barbara into slavery — the unit was beautiful. This time it was both beautiful and wonderfully festive. The door was held open with a door stop and the newly-arriving guests just walked in. Following along behind, he found himself in the magnificent living room. There an incredibly beautiful woman was holding a tray of champagne glasses. His eyes bugged when he realized she was stark naked. It was Colette, wearing only a large white bow on the back of her head and a tiny one in her pubic hair. Today she, Ellen Duncan and Susan were serving the guests. Alone among the three she didn't know Simon Anthony by sight. Looking at him she offered him a glass of champagne and then said, "As a slave, I'm available to be fondled by the guests. Since you seem to be preoccupied with my tits, why don't you just feel one? They're really quite nice." Very gingerly, he put out his hand and touched the girl's breast. He realized she was utterly perfect and he said so. She just grinned prettily and said, "I'm glad you like it. My husband is a great tit man, too. He just loves to squeeze my boobs. And I love to feel him doing it, too." With that she moved off with her tray. Trying to be as unobtrusive as possible — due to his great girth he was still highly visible — Simon moved into an unoccupied corner so he could sip his champagne and just look around. It came as absolutely no surprise to him to find that the champagne was Dom Pérignon. As he looked around he was surprised to see Susan Collins. Like the girl from whom he'd gotten the champagne, she was also naked. However, new whip cuts showed red as they crisscrossed her breasts and shoulders. What happened to her, I wonder? A cluster of people standing together across the room dispersed. When it did, Simon was stunned. There was Barbara Sloan standing absolutely naked beside her husband. Not completely naked, Simon thought. She's wearing white stockings with blue garters set high on her perfect thighs, plain white pumps, magnificent pearls and a beautiful lace veil on her head. But that's all! He just stood and stared at the vision. As he watched Susan Collins went up to her carrying a tray of champagne glasses. Proudly, she said to Steve Sloan, "Did you see what your wife did to me? Isn't she incredibly good with a whip? I looked at myself in the mirror and was astounded at how symmetrical all the cuts are. Honestly, Steve, it's even better than I could do." Then with a big smile she added, "I can't wait for you two to come back from your honeymoon! You know what? I think Jeff has been right about me all along. From the very first night he said that I was a masochist, so as the sadist that he is, he punishes me by not beating me." Then she went close to Barbara and while holding the tray with one hand tipped her head to the side. Even from where he was standing across the room, Simon could see the look of longing in her face. Barbara just leaned forward, tilted her head and let her soft lips meet Susan's. Only then did Simon realize that Barbara, wearing two-inch heels was exactly the same height as Susan who was barefoot. As the two women kissed he could actually see the electricity flow between them. When Barbara eased away, she looked into Susan's eyes and could see a wistfulness reflected in them. "And what is it this time, beloved mistress?" she asked very softly. Susan said nothing but just continued to look into her eyes. Slowly shaking her head she put out both hands and grasped Susan's tits. The girl mashed her boobs into Barbie's outstretched hands, and in spite of the cuts across her nipples, she just sighed with pleasure. "Masochist!" Barbara exclaimed in a whisper. "Sure am," Susan agreed with a grin. "The fact is though, my darling slave, the touch of your hands on my lacerated tits is healing. Honest! It really is." With that the girl took her tray and moved off among the guests. Simon saw an opportunity to do something that had become almost an obsession with him ever since he first glimpsed Barbara at the church. Moving astonishingly fast in spite of his obesity, he dropped to his knees before her and wrapped his arms around her thighs. Looking up he pleaded, "My darling, can you ever find it in your heart to forgive me for what I did to you?" Shaking his head slowly he continued, "But I'm really not sure for what I would like your forgiveness. I guess it's really for marrying you in the first place and then trying to destroy you. Then selling you into slavery! My God... !" "It was the best thing that ever happened to me, Simon." By now Barb had recovered from her initial shock of seeing him again after so many months. "Look at me. Then try to remember what I looked like when you first met me." With a cute little grin she continued, "I'll bet you can't ... but I can! Simon Anthony, I was a pig. Being honest, I guess you made me into a bigger one — I think I weighed over 160 when I met you and then I gained about twenty-five more pounds over the next eight years. But no, Simon, had you not sold me into slavery, this would not — could not — have ever happened. Today, Simon Anthony, I consider myself the luckiest, happiest woman on the face of this earth!" Meanwhile Steve was just looking downward. This was the first time he'd ever laid eyes on Simon Anthony but he'd immediately recognized him from his description. The man had only visited the apartment the one time when Barb's slavery began and that had been Steve's night out. He put his arm around his wife and she snuggled against his shoulder. Just then Simon moved forward and buried his face in Barbara's luscious cunt. With a couple of quick strokes with his tongue he was lapping up her juices. "Simon!" she exclaimed. "What are you doing? Stop it!" To the surprise of everyone, the fat man jumped to his feet and fled from the room. Turning to Steve she said, "Good grief! What do you make of that?" In the meantime Simon had fled out to the hallway and caught the elevator car which had just discharged another load of arriving guests. Reaching the street level he blindly rushed out the door of the building and stumbled off in the direction of his rooming house. Only after walking for blocks did he calm down enough even to determine where he was and where he should be going. Finally reaching his rooming house, he went up to his small room. There he went to his bureau drawer and took out a large vial of pills that he set aside. After checking again to see that his door wasn't locked, he took the few items out of the bottom drawer of the dresser and set them on his bed. Taking the now-empty drawer out of the dresser, he laid it upside-down on the bed and then carefully removed an envelope that was taped to the bottom. Quickly he dumped the original contents back into the drawer and slid it back in place. It wasn't that he was neat — he was anything but — but the room was so small he needed to reclaim the space. Opening the envelope he took out the life-insurance policy he'd hidden inside and reread it very carefully. As he remembered, the policy — for ten million dollars — had essentially lapsed and no longer had any internal cash value; it had been borrowed out years before. However, the policy was in its extended-term insurance phase and still had almost a year left to run before it completely died. Since it had been issued nearly eight years earlier, the policy's suicide exclusion had expired years earlier, also. Finally, he confirmed that Barbara was both the policy owner and beneficiary and very carefully wrote a note giving her new name and address. In spite of what was in prospect, Simon Anthony actually felt happier than he could ever remember feeling. Then he thought of the line from Charles Dickens' A Tale of Two Cities, spoken by Sidney Carton: "It is a far, far better thing that I do than I have ever done..." The line took on new meaning as he carefully swallowed all the pills in the container one by one, and then lay down on his bed. ------- Chapter 30 Meanwhile, back at the Collins apartment, the wedding celebration was in full swing and with more guests continuing to arrive the party just kept getting bigger. As a result, first Anita Johnson, then Kelly Fitzpatrick, and finally Sally Wilson stripped off their clothes and joined the other girls in serving the guests. Although Andy Taylor was about to strip and join the other servers, Susan told her in no uncertain terms that as her mother she was always a guest in her home and was expected to act like one! Since the exchange took place in front of Barbara and Steve, all Andy did was stick out her tongue. When Andy moved away, Caitlin who was now standing naked beside Barbara in what had turned into an impromptu wedding party receiving line — Ken Carlson was next to Steve while they reminisced about old times in the Rangers — whispered to Barb about how unhappy Sheila Quinn was. Since her very existence was to be kept secret from Andy, with her present in the apartment, Sheila, who desperately wanted to serve the guests at the reception, was relegated to the library in the Sloan's apartment. For her part, Caitie's lovely prepubescent body was now totally bare except for her lovely floral headpiece. When Johnny Taylor appeared, Barb squeezed Steve's hand to attract his attention to the two children. From both Sue and Jeff they had heard the story of the two children appearing at the apartment the day after their wedding and its aftermath with both children being spanked. "You're looking so incredibly beautiful, Caitie," the boy said, "but shouldn't you be wearing some clothes? I mean ... What if the other boys... ?" "Why, John Taylor, you're jealous!" she exclaimed. "You are, aren't you?" Although he said nothing, his blushing face responded for him. "Why, Johnny?" she asked softly. "That's why," he replied indicating two boys about her age standing at the archway. One boy was a golden blonde with brilliant blue eyes while the other had sun-streaked brown hair and warm brown eyes. "What do you mean?" she asked. "That's only Jeff Clifford and Ken Carlson. I don't understand." Just then the two boys approached. Although they had been some distance away, neither Caitie nor Johnny had made any effort to keep their voices down so both boys had clearly heard the exchange. Now very bashful, the two boys came up to Caitie and just stood in front of her. "Hello, Caitlin," Ken Carlson said. Jeff Clifford chimed in with his own greeting. "Hi, guys!" Caitie responded. Jeff Clifford was Ali Clifford's second son, and was her age, as was Ken Carlson, Ken and Kathy Carlson's second child and eldest son. Both were from Los Angeles and both had older siblings Johnny Taylor's age. "What's wrong?" she asked. Both boys looked like they had lost their last friend. "It's just not fair!" Jeff declared. "Just because he's older is no reason why Johnny should have you roped and hog-tied already. Caitlin Fitzpatrick, you're not even ten years old. Why are you settling down with one guy so soon? Kenny and I never even had a chance..." He stopped when he saw the look of incredulity on her face. "You ... you ... you guys could be interested ... in me?" she exclaimed. "I don't believe it! I'm just—" "—the most beautiful, most perfect female in the world, is all," Ken Carlson completed. "When we heard the priest in church today, he sure got it right! And ... and then, when God came down on you and Dad! Caitlin Fitzpatrick, you're just plain perfect. And we never even had a chance..." "Barb, they're teasing me, aren't they?" she asked hopefully, looking up at her friend. Dropping to her knees, Barb took the girl in her arms and hugged her tightly. "No, my darling, I don't think they are. They recognize an utterly perfect young female creature when they see one. That's all." "But, Barb," the girl protested, "these guys are from California where they raise the most exquisitely gorgeous girls! How could they possibly be interested in a dark-haired street urchin from New York like me?" Before responding Barbara held out her hand to greet the two boys. Caitlin performed the introductions. After introducing them to Steve, the small group continued their conversation. Barb thought it was significant that Ken Carlson, senior, remained out of it but just watched his son. She thought the boy was a miniature of his father and would grow to be a duplicate. And this man was the greatest military hero in the history of the United States! Finally she said, "Caitie, why don't you at least give each of the guys a kiss? After all, they came nearly 3,000 miles to see you." Turning to the Taylor boy she said, "You don't mind, do you, Johnny?" Although it was obvious from his facial expression that he minded a great deal, he didn't object. Watching the young people it occurred to Barbara that all of these children were essentially perfect. Then she remembered something Susie had said: Each of these children had been conceived under conditions of perfect married love. In all probability the mothers had been unconscious at the instant of conception, having passed out from a sensory overload caused by continuous orgasm. That in turn was essentially standard among all of these women although unheard of elsewhere. All the pregnancies, she'd learned, followed the Taylor pattern: they essentially didn't happen. Moreover, what the Taylors had begun — delivering babies at home, attended only by other women — had also spread to the West Coast. But then, after being nurtured on an infant's perfect food, its mother's milk, so warm and rich and laden with love, right from a perfectly formed breast, the children were raised in an environment filled with love of God, love of country, love of family, and obedience. While Barb was musing over her discovery, Steve seemed almost to be reading her mind. "My darling," he whispered, "suddenly, I'm scared to death! Do you think we'll ever be able to have children of our own a fraction as good as these? Do you realize what a responsibility we're taking on?" "Hold me tightly, please," she replied. "I'm scared, too. But we do have one thing going for us, my darling. In Susie we have our private angel. Isn't that a help?" "Damned straight, it's a help," the sprite exclaimed, materializing right in front of them. Then with a sexy wink she vaporized again. With arms around each other's waist the Sloans turned their attention back to the children. Caitie had kissed Kenny and now turned her attention to Jeff Clifford. Putting her arms around his neck, she tipped her head and melted her soft lips against his. When he squeezed her tight little buns, she wriggled her pelvis against his. Then, as much to see what would happen as anything else, she probed his mouth with her tongue and contacted his. With a jolt of the purest, most innocent love that hit like a high-voltage charge of electricity, the boy went limp in her arms. Steve Sloan, moving like a flash, caught the lad before he hit the floor and held him tightly. Caitie was surprised but not nearly as much as she appeared to be. "Caitlin Fitzpatrick, that look of surprise is as phony as a three-dollar bill!" Barbara exclaimed. "What did you just do to that poor boy?" With injured innocence the girl widened her eyes and said, "I didn't do anything, Barb, except kiss him. And I didn't really let loose, either." "Caitlin, you're lying," Barb stated glaring down at the little girl. "I'm going to have to wash out your mouth with soap." "Why, Barb?" the girl asked, still wide-eyed. "Sheila said the same thing to me last week. But I brush my teeth and my mouth is usually clean and fresh. Why would you want to wash it out with soap? I don't think it would taste very good, either." "It tastes awful, Imp. It's what adults do to little girls who tell lies!" "Tell a lie? Me?" "My darling," Barb said to Steve, "are you sure you want to go ahead with this? Our marriage isn't consummated, and you could get an annulment. After all, we might get something like this ourselves." Steve was still holding Jeff Clifford in his arms and had the boy's head resting on his broad shoulder. With a grin he replied, "Do you really think we could possibly be so lucky?" As soon as he said it Caitie gave him her loveliest, most winning smile. "Just look at her! Doesn't she just melt you to the floor?" At that point a young girl came rushing over to Caitie from across the room. She was an utterly gorgeous little girl with golden blonde hair, brilliant blue eyes and a deep tropical tan. The girl was a vision in shades of gold. "You're not fair, Caitlin Fitzpatrick!" she exclaimed. "You're just not fair!" Then she broke down in tears. Taking her into her arms, Caitie said softly, "What's wrong, Kris? What did I do now?" Pulling away, the girl tried to glare at Caitie even though tears were now streaming from her eyes and blinding her. Then she just dove back into Caitlin's arms and said, "It's not your fault, Caitie. It's ... it's ... it's the guys. They all love you and ... and ... and ... they never ever look at anyone else. Then when you put Jeff out with your kiss after melting Kenny to the floor ... He doesn't know I'm even alive," she wailed. She hugged Caitie tightly around the neck and cried, "But I love him so..." "You what?" Caitie exclaimed. "Well, what are you doing about it besides crying?" "But what can I do?" the girl exclaimed. Clearly the very concept of doing something about her feelings for Ken Carlson was startling. Then she started to hiccup as she tried to suppress her crying. Barbara stood close beside Steve. He put his free hand on the luscious curve of her hip and pulled her body close to his. While she listened to Caitie, Barb raised her lips for a kiss which came immediately. The two watched as Caitie stroked the smaller girl's golden hair and hugged her tightly. "Have you ever seen anyone like her?" Barb whispered. Steve grinned and lowered Jeff Clifford to the floor. Looking at the younger girl the boy asked, "What are you doing here, sis?" Raising her nose into the air the girl said, "Just leaving," and tried to pull away from Caitie. The girl was much stronger and wouldn't let go. "Please let go, Caitie," the girl pleaded. "I have to find Mom." "I doubt that very much, Kristin Clifford. Now what are you trying to hide?" The dark haired girl looked at her young friend and said softly, "You're in love with Kenny Carlson, aren't you?" "Let me go!" the blonde exclaimed. "Why won't you admit it?" Caitie asked softly. "You were upset a moment ago and blurted it out. You really love him very much, don't you?" she asked shrewdly. "Of course I don't," the girl exclaimed. "Besides, he doesn't even know I'm alive, and ... and..." "And what?" Caitie persisted. "His father was the greatest military hero in the history of our country. And my daddy never even fired a shot in anger. He wouldn't even care to look at me." "Steve," Ken Carlson interjected, "do you remember Ali McGrath? From Vietnam? Did you ever see her?" "My God!" Steve replied. Then looking closely at Kristin he said softly, "She's a miniature, isn't she? Do you mean... ?" " ... that she's Ali McGrath's daughter? I sure do," Carlson interjected. "And you know something else? She's Ali's third child. Ali had really warmed up by then, and had already worked out the bugs with Ken Clifford and then his brother, Jeff, here. Kris? Well, what do you think?" "I think that she's the most exquisite little thing on two legs I've ever seen, is what I think," Steve replied. "But you're the prospective father-in-law, Ken. What do you think?" "Think about having the fruit of Ali McGrath's loins as a daughter-in-law? There's no way I could ever be any happier. And then you have to realize that she's Bill Clifford's sixth! He was really warmed up when one of his ambitious and perfect sperm found one of Ali's utterly perfect eggs..." Then looking down at his son he said, "What about you, Kenny? You're the man. What do you think of Kris Clifford? Do you have any interest? Any at all?" The nine-year-old boy looked at the blue-eyed six-year-old girl. Then he reached out his arms to her. With a yelp she dove for his arms and he wrapped them around her tightly. Although only six, she raised her head, tipped it, and softened her lips as much as she could. When he kissed her, everyone could see the electricity that flowed between them as the girl tried to melt her lips into his. While working her lips she slowly moved her body against his to try to get as close to him as she possibly could. Finally they eased apart and the boy asked softly, "When, Kris?" "The first day I saw you, Kenny," she replied softly. "I've loved you for as long as I can remember. Mommy wondered why so often I would be crying as I went to sleep. It was because I was thinking of you and how hopeless it was. I was certain you didn't even know I was alive and couldn't care less if you did know. My darling, I think I loved you on the day I was born. Ken Carlson, I was created to be your mate — in the same way that Princess was created for Prince. And my love for you is just as primitive, too." Then she gave him the most brilliant smile anyone had ever seen. Although only six years old, Kris's was a duplicate of her mother, Ali's, sunshine smile. It lighted up the whole room with its brilliance. "Aren't they utterly adorable, darling?" Barbara asked. Just then she was startled to realize that a giant Bengal tiger had stalked into the room and was pacing toward the children. Before Barb could do anything, Kristin Clifford exclaimed, "Hi, Prince! Is Princess here, too? And what about Duke and Duchess?" The royal Bengal tiger paced majestically up to Kris, sat down on its haunches and looked down at the little girl's face. He was now sitting up like a gigantic house cat — he weighed over 600 pounds — with his tail neatly wrapped around his forepaws. He looked at her alertly and communicated, "Hi, Kris!" Although the huge animal couldn't talk, it had the ability to mentally communicate with people whose hearts were pure. Since this included the entire Taylor/Clifford/Bradley clans, and since the tigers had been around almost literally from the day Kris Clifford was born, she saw nothing at all strange about being able to talk to him. The little girl wrapped her arms around his huge neck as far as she could reach and kissed him firmly on his lips. Very gently the tiger wrapped its forepaws around the girl and hugged her to his soft, furry breast. When he relaxed his hold the girl said, "Prince, there's someone I want you to meet." With that she moved toward Barbara and Steve. The instant Prince saw Barbara and then Caitlin he dropped flat on the floor with his paws spread wide. His eyes were closed while he visibly shook with fear. Suddenly a second huge cat came bounding into the room. She slid across the carpet coming to rest beside Prince. "No!" she silently screamed. "Please don't kill my darling! Take my worthless life instead, I beg you!" "What's going on?" Kristin demanded. "What are you two doing? I just wanted to introduce you, for gosh sakes. What is this?" Instantly Caitie was on her knees hugging Prince. "What's the trouble, darling Prince? You know me, certainly. What's going on?" With its eyes still closed the animal communicated in the most frightened way possible, "It's not the same thing. I can no longer even look at you..." The girl hugged him around the neck and even managed to lift his huge head off the carpet. Then she very gently began to kiss him full on the lips. "Stop! Oh, please stop!" the tigress silently screamed. "You're killing my darling. Please! For the love of God..." Then the huge animal actually began to weep. At this Barbara dropped to her knees. Although she knew absolutely nothing about large animals — least of all, Royal Bengal tigers — she certainly recognized a female trying to protect her mate. Putting her arms around the tigress's neck she whispered, "Hi, I'm Barbara Sloan. Who are you? Will you be my friend... ? And maybe tell me what's going on?" As she held the animal in her arms she could feel her shaking like a leaf. "Please relax! And tell me your name? Please?" Being held in the arms of an angel, there was nothing else Princess could do. "My name is Princess, divine angel," she replied. "I heard 'Princess' clearly enough," Barbara said. "But what was the rest?" By now she realized how soft, warm and sweet-smelling the giant animal really was. Very gently she kissed the animal on her cheek and felt her tremble as she did. "What's wrong?" Barbara asked again. "What am I doing to you?" "You're an angel, Mistress," the poor animal communicated. "I am only a poor tiger." Gently she moved her huge head from side to side being very careful not to upset Barbara as she did. The animal's eyes were still closed tightly and her paws were outstretched to make herself as vulnerable as possible. But she continued, "Prince and I live with our king and queen. We associate with emperors and empresses. But ... but... God's angels? It's just too much." The huge animal just shivered and then lay still. "Then you will obey me?" Barbara asked softly. With her eyes still closed the animal communicated, "To the death! Of course, Divine One! What would you have me do?" "I would have you rise and sit ... And I would have your consort, Prince, do the same thing! It's not fitting for a Royal Bengal tiger to be in such a position. Arise! I command it!" Barbara exclaimed. As she said it, she had no idea what would happen, but she figured it couldn't be any worse than what had been happening. The two tigers suddenly jumped up to their sitting pose — looking like giant house cats — that Prince had previously adopted. Both animals were still shaking with fear — and remarkably, even though they were now sitting upright, their eyes were still closed. Since her first orders appeared to work Barb commanded, "Now open your eyes! Both of you! I wish to look into your beautiful green eyes. Now do it!" Both pairs of eyes instantly opened. Positioning herself in front of the larger, Prince, she looked into his huge green eyes. The poor animal appeared to be utterly terrified. But Barbara, noticing for the first time the thick white fur on his chest, moved close and started to rub her nipples back and forth across it. "Darling, this is utterly magnificent!" she exclaimed turning back to look at Steve. Then she heard Princess's thoughts — a very strange concept, that. "Mistress, could ... would ... Please put your gown on again! We're only poor tigers. In the presence of divinity, we can scarcely move. Please?" she begged. "Well!" Barbara exclaimed with a wry grin, "I guess I've been told." As Caitie handed her her gown and she slipped it on she pouted, "And I thought my body was looking pretty good now, too..." Poor Princess was beside herself. Again her great body shook and, remarkably, tears began to flow from her great eyes. "Of course not, Divine One! Your body is utterly perfect. It's just that we can only take so much of your beauty. Can you possibly find it in your heart to forgive me?" "Forgive? For what on earth could you possibly be asking forgiveness?" Barbara exclaimed. "I ... I ... I had the temerity to ask you to put on some clothing," the lovely tigress replied. Barbara just studied the monster cat carefully and finally shook her head. "I was going to refer to you as Tom and Bobbie Conroy's pets, but that obviously isn't correct. You are their protectors, aren't you?" "They ... They are very important people. Prince and I are their guardians and protectors. And when the children appear, we will guard them, as well." Then looking straight into Barbara's eyes she concluded, "Our highest ideal is to be able to give our lives to preserve theirs." With what was undoubtedly a little grin she added, "Of course being tigers, we wouldn't give our lives lightly. If it should ever happen, the ground would be very messy indeed." "Of that I'm sure!" Barb replied. "I only wish Steve and I could have a protector, too." "You will," the tigress responded simply and with no elaboration. Meanwhile Caitie had slipped on her lovely dress, too, then scampered out to pass the word to the women who were serving. Soon everyone at the party was fully dressed. When she returned to the living room, she was leading another woman by the hand. Going up to Barbara she said, "Barb, I would like you to meet one of the neatest women alive. This is Barbara Conroy and her husband, Tom. You commented on Kris Clifford's perfection. Bobbie is Kris's teacher." Then with a little grin she added, "She's also the best swimmer on the West Coast. You and she ought to race sometime." Then she quickly told Bobbie how Barbara had broken the world record for 400 meters as a byproduct of a morning workout with Sue. Finally, she said, "And Bobbie and Tom are Prince and Princess's master and mistress. You better look out!" Barbara looked into the eyes of the woman standing before her. She was one of the most exquisite blondes she had ever seen. Moreover, she realized that both of them wore their hair the same way, in a gamine cut. Extending her hand she said, "Welcome, Barbara Conroy. I can't tell you how pleased I am that you came all this way for my wedding!" Bobbie took the proffered hand and reached for Barb's other one. While holding hands the two women looked into each other's eyes, then slowly moved together. As if in a trance, they kissed. The flow of the purest love flowed between them. Dimly, Barb was aware of a warm noise coming from deep in the bodies of the two great cats. My God! she thought, they're purring! And, indeed, they were. Easing away Bobbie, with her eyes dancing with joy, said, "And what are you doing to our poor pets? I mean ... After all, Royal Bengal tigers are on the endangered species list and you, Barbara Sloan, nearly killed two of them! Turning toward the giant cats, she asked, "Prince and Princess, are you all right? Will you survive?" Then looking around she asked, "But for that matter, where are the urchins? Are you sure they're not destroying the Collins' lovely apartment?" Now relaxing for the first time since she laid eyes on Barbara, Princess made a soft sound. There was a commotion by the doorway and several people were nearly bowled over by two tiger cubs racing into the room. "Yes, Mommy," the two said in unison. Then with their eyes as large as saucers they added, "We came right away. Aren't you proud of us?" Barbara stepped back into Steve's waiting arm which almost automatically wrapped around her waist. The two cubs were apparently identical, weighing about seventy-five pounds each. Princess looked at Prince and shook her head in dismay. "First, children, I want you to say hello to Mr. and Mrs. Sloan. Then there's something else you must do..." The two cubs, focusing on Barbara and Steve for the first time, became terrified. "But ... but, Mama, they're ... they're divine!" "Yes, dears, we know. But she is very kind. So kind, in fact, she might even pet you. Now what do you do and say?" Turning to Barbara, Princess said, "These are Duke and Duchess, our cubs. Please forgive them, Divine One? They're still very young..." To Barbara, what followed was truly amazing. One of the cubs put one paw behind the other and bowed. It was, she realized, a tiger cub's curtsy. The other bowed deeply. Then they both sat up straight. While Duchess wrapped her tail around her forepaws and looked up alertly, the other, Duke, extended his paw and said, "Good afternoon, Mrs. Sloan. My name is Duke and I'm delighted to meet you. And this is my sister, Duchess." "You're so cute!" Barbara exclaimed. Dropping to her knees she took the paw in her hand and shook it gently. Then she wrapped her arms around the cub and very carefully kissed its cheek. Even though she tried to modulate her love, it was too much for the animal who slumped over on its side. Kissing Duchess lightly produced the same result. In just moments the two began to revive. "Mommy!" Duchess exclaimed. "I feel so great! It's as if I'm filled with joy and grace. What happened?" "You have been blessed, my darling," Princess replied softly. Then in a firm tone — all of the tigers' communications had been mental, but to a person filled with grace it was as if they were speaking aloud — she added, "Now I want you two to go back — slowly — and apologize to all the people you almost knocked down on the way into the room. Now move!" The two now-thoroughly chastened cubs retraced their steps apologizing as they went. "Aren't they utterly adorable?" Bobbie Conroy asked. "Can you seriously imagine tigers apologizing? Because that's exactly what they are doing." By now the reception had become a large family reunion for the Clifford, Taylor, and Bradley clans. All of the non-family guests had already left. As she met the families with their children, Barbara found herself leaning against Steve for support. "My God, darling," she whispered, "what are we going to do? Have you ever seen such incredible human perfection in your entire life? Do you realize what a challenge we've taken on?" "But you have me," Susie interjected as she materialized in front of them. "Don't I count?" "Count?" Barbara nearly screamed. "Susie, you're our only hope!" Then the sprite added, "Here come two young people who give The Boss enormous joy. Can you believe it? They've been madly in love virtually from the day they were born! They're Andy Cartwright and Ken Clifford. She's Ali Clifford's granddaughter and he's her son. Aren't they just neat?" Then turning to Bobbie and Tom, Susie extended her hand and said, "Hi! I'm Susie Sloan. I used to belong to the big lug standing beside Barbara. Now she's Barbara Sloan, and I couldn't be more pleased or proud." Barbara quickly explained Susie's background to the couple. Concluding, she said, "Susie is a saint and martyr. Now she's been promoted to angel." With a grin, Barb faked a puzzled look and asked, "Sue, are there grades of angel, by the way? It never occurred to me before, but you're in a position to answer a lot of questions about what life's really like up there." Susie's hand was still extended, but that wasn't what Bobbie had in mind at all. She took the tiny woman in her hands and after placing one hand gently behind Susie's head she proceeded to kiss her with all of her love unleashed. Barb and Steve laughed merrily as they watched the tiny thing wave her arms frantically in the air and then just collapse in a dead faint. Bobbie pretended not to know what happened as she looked at the bridal couple with her eyes wide. In moments, Susie began to regain consciousness. Glaring at Bobbie she said, "That's not fair! You're only human. I'm the angel. You're not supposed to be able to do that." But then she reached out toward Bobbie again and kissed her gently at first, but then with increasing power. Sensing a contest of some sort, Bobbie returned the kiss with increasing love of her own. At that instant, the two began to emit a golden glow that began to get larger and brighter. The tigers dropped to the floor and stretched out flat with their eyes closed. A disembodied voice proclaimed in a stentorian voice, "That's about enough of that!" Then in a softer, kinder tone of voice He added, "Prince and Princess, arise! You and your friends have been very pleasing in my eyes. Don't be afraid. These people — all of them — are those who you have been chosen to protect." Then the golden glow focused on Susie as he added, "I guess she showed you, didn't she?" But then He proceeded to tell the assembled families about Susan Sloan. How she had sacrificed her life for Him and for her husband. Then the glow came over Barbara, Steve and Caitie as He concluded, "I am glad you put your clothes back on, at last. You do know, I hope, that I'm being teased unmercifully up here. All the talk is about my girl-watching." Then the glow slowly faded and the room was back to normal. The two children who had been on their way to greet the Sloans had stopped in their tracks but now continued toward the bridal group. Barbara noticed them and tugged at Steve's elbow. Just as he turned to look they saw two other couples enter the room. The girl — Andy Cartwright — was twelve years old, five feet five and starting to take on a womanly shape as her puberty progressed. She had platinum-blonde hair that was almost white along with the most brilliant emerald green eyes Barb had ever seen and with an utterly perfect deep golden tan. Her consort, Ken Clifford, was almost a head shorter. Nonetheless, the two looked in many ways like an adult couple. Barbara's eyes widened as she saw two more couples enter the room. Because she was seeing Connie Cartwright immediately behind her daughter, Andy, her eyes widened. "My God, Steve!" Barbara exclaimed in a whisper. "Just look! They must be sisters although they'll look like identical twins in just a few years." The foci of her comments were both platinum blondes with the most brilliant emerald-green eyes she had ever seen. Although Connie's hair was shorter than shoulder length, Andy's was now very short in an urchin cut identical to Caitie's. "That other woman has got to be Kris Clifford's mother, Ali," Barb continued. "That adorable little Kris is a miniature of her. Have you ever seen a more beautiful woman in your life?" "Sure have," Steve whispered without further comment. Surprised, Barb, looked at him in amazement. "Where?" she demanded. "Standing right beside me now," he explained softly. Turning towards her he added, "Why in hell do you think I married you?" Meanwhile the two young people had reached them. Extending his hand, Ken Clifford introduced himself. "Good afternoon, Mr. and Mrs. Sloan. I'm Ken Clifford, Ali and Bill Clifford's son. I would like to introduce my niece, my lover, and my future wife, Andy Cartwright. We would like to extend our wishes for a long and happy life together." After the introductions were performed, Andy, who had extended her right hand, extended her left and held Barb's hand in her own. Barbara found herself looking into the most brilliant green eyes she had ever seen, and now they were piercing and seemed to be looking deep into her soul. Andy Cartwright winced and commented softly, "It really hurt you terribly, didn't it?" "What hurt?" Barb responded. "I don't understand." "When Susan whipped you that night and then Steve beat you the following morning." Backing off a bit she looked at Barb's shoulders which were bare because of her strapless gown and asked, "But where are the scars?" As she asked she used her fingers to carefully run across Barb's collar bone. Then with a grin she answered her own question. "Of course!" she exclaimed. "You were thirty-two years old then, and now you're only nineteen. It hasn't happened yet." "But how could you possibly know?" she asked. "Who told you?" "You did, Barb," the girl replied with no further explanation. Then Ken Clifford interjected, "Mrs. Sloan, Andy and I are both a little peculiar. I'll explain it to you later. But in the meantime, how about if I replace Andy while she meets Mr. Sloan." As he finished speaking, Andy went to Steve and repeated the procedure, holding both of his hands in hers and looking deep into his eyes. "Oh, my God!" she cried and then began to cry. "Oh, Mr. Sloan, I can feel the torment you felt as you watched your gorgeous wife tortured to death!" Dropping his hands she wrapped her arms around him and just bawled. "But he's fine, now," Susie remarked from her perch on his shoulder. Hearing the sprite's voice Andy pulled away and looked up. Seeing the tiny woman she gasped. "But ... But ... but you're Susan Sloan!" she exclaimed. "I was," Susie replied with a grin. "Now ... Well, I'm upstairs." Looking down at herself, she shook her head sadly and continued, "And, as usual, I'm improperly dressed. And I had such a beautiful bridesmaid's dress, too." Susie for the first time was wearing a pair of tight Levi's and a faded work shirt with the sleeves cut off. Then she stuck out her hand and said, "Hi, Andy Cartwright. As you noted, I'm Susie Sloan." The girl just shook her head in utter amazement. Before she could say anything, Susie said, "You know, an idea just occurred to me. I heard someone say that Bobbie Conroy is the best swimmer on the West Coast. Well, Barbara Sloan is the best here in the East. Furthermore, since she really didn't do anything today other than prepare for her wedding, she didn't get a chance to have her usual workout." Looking up at the ceiling she continued, "How about a race? Say... 400 meters? It should be fun. And besides, Barb really needs the workout." In no time her idea was accepted and acted upon. The two girls found themselves on the starting boxes of lanes two and five of the six-lane 50-meter pool. Meanwhile, Jeff Collins had activated all of the electronic features of the pool including the ultra-slow-motion video cameras that would record the entire race. After the girls completed their warmups, he activated the automatic starting sequence. When the buzzer sounded both girls were off like shots, but an instant later both heard the double buzzer of the recall. Bobbie Conroy had left a fraction of a second early. Again the sequence began but this time it was a fair start. The people lining the pool just watched in utter amazement as the two women went back and forth. To the people it was as if they were watching a swimmer and her mirror image. The strokes were identical as were their times for the splits. Indeed, the splits were the same to a hundredth of a second. When the two touched the wall and turned for the final 50 meters the bells rang simultaneously in both lanes. They continued to the wall and touched at the same time. When they did, the electronics went wild, going through its programmed routine for a world's record. It was only when the people began to cheer that they realized the commotion was only for Barbara Sloan's lane. Looking at the display they realized that she had edged Bobbie Conroy by one one-hundredth of a second. Moreover, as the display read out in detail, they realized that she had taken more than six full seconds off the men's record. There was another difference. For the first time in anyone's memory the girls did not just pop out of the pool. Both were hanging on to the pool wall, utterly exhausted. Seeing them, Tom Conroy and Steve Sloan went to their wives and pulled them out. After quickly shedding their own clothes the two men helped their wives into the sauna and turned up the heat and added water for steam. They sat on the benches while their wives were stretched out on them with their heads pillowed on their thighs. Steve Sloan could only shake his head in utter amazement. "Tom, do you realize my wife couldn't even swim a stroke less than six months ago? It's true. Now? Good grief." Then reaching out his hand to shake he said, "And that was the most incredible race in history. The two of them are utterly unbelievable!" After watching as the sweat poured from their wives' bodies, each man grinned at the other, picked up his wife, opened the door and then just dumped them feet-first into the refrigerated pool. The two women who had been nearly asleep in the sauna, screamed as the shock of the cold water hit them. The two men jumped in beside them, popped up and lifted their wives out. After showers and a massage, they led the two women back to the living room, now wearing warm terry bath robes. Steve sat on the floor and pulled Barb back against him while holding her tightly. "Darling," he whispered, "you were utterly magnificent!" She just rubbed her back against his body, nuzzled his neck and almost purred. Then she jerked upright as she heard Ken Clifford with studied casualness ask Jeff, "How much do you want for your slave, Barbara Sloan?" Unbeknownst to Barbara, Jeff and Ken had been discussing the matter while she and Bobbie with their husbands had been recovering from their record-breaking swim. Following their agreement, Jeff pretended to be astonished by the question. "I beg your pardon!" "Well," Ken said placatingly, "I didn't mean to get you all pissed off. But she is chattel, after all, and almost everything has a price..." Pausing for a moment and pretending to think, Jeff finally responded, "Yeah, I guess that is true, isn't it." Seeming to think out loud he spoke as if to himself, "Well, let's see ... I forgave two $30,000 interest payments ... But, hell, there's no way Anthony could have possibly come up with the second — he really had to scramble to come up with the first — so that would have been a write-off..." Suddenly looking up at Ken he shook his head and said flatly, "I can't sell Barbara to you." "What do you mean, you can't?" Ken demanded. "Because I don't own her is why!" Jeff instantly retorted. "Susie does." "Oh!" Jeff exclaimed. Then he paused and turned to Susan who was also in on the arrangement. "Mrs. Collins, will you sell Barbara Sloan to me?" "No," Susan said flatly. She was glaring at Ken but said nothing further. "But why not?" Ken protested. "Surely there's some price..." "It's not the money," she replied. "I will not even talk to you if you call me 'Mrs. Collins.'" With a quick smile that hinted of his mother's famous "sunshine smile" he started over. "Susan, will you sell Barbara Sloan to me?" This time there was immediate interest. "For how much? What are you offering?" "First, Sue, I guess we had better get this on a proper business footing. Technically, I'm not buying Slave Barbara, Kendy Company is. But let's see..." Ken paused for a few moments while pretending to think. Finally he said, "I'll give you $100,000 for the slave, and I'll even throw in another $500,000 to purchase your freedom. Or Kendy Company will. How about it?" "Oh, dear!" Sue exclaimed. "I don't know what to say. In the first place, although the money is nice, that's never been my problem. Our problem is what to do with what we already have. We're being buried under it. And as your father's son, I'm sure you understand that problem. I know you've heard enough bitching from your sisters about being deluged with money when your parents unload another fifteen or twenty mil or so into their bank accounts..." Pausing for a moment, she appeared to be thinking. Finally she shook her head and said, "Slave Barbara is not for sale. I'm sorry. Although your offer is more than fair." "But why not?" Ken protested. "Because," Sue said flatly. "This is a big apartment. Surely you don't expect me to have to clean it all by myself? Who will do the cleaning? The cooking? The serving?" "What about me, Mistress?" Caitie asked, coming into the conversation. "I have been initiated as your personal slave, after all." Shaking her head, Sue demurred. "I'm sorry Caitlin, but it's impossible. You're much to young. You are required to be in school." "I have it all worked out, Mistress," Caitie responded. "You can home-school me. And if an assignment isn't done properly, a trip to the whipping post should serve to concentrate my attention on my studies." "Are you serious?" Sue replied. "Of course!" Caitie exclaimed, now excited by the prospect. "As it is, I don't learn anything! All I do all day is work with the kids who are slow learners. You can't believe how dull that is. And you and the master have the most magnificent library ... Mommy talked about teaching me herself, but between her job on construction sites along with caring for my brothers and sisters, it hasn't been possible. "And you have a super computer! Working on the Internet I've been to the Louvre, to the Vatican ... It's just so neat! And I'm really good at cleaning and serving, and Gram says I have the makings of an excellent cook ... Please?" Then she added the ultimate reason: "And, Susan Collins, as the person who saved my life, you owe me. You really do." "Oh, Caitie Fitzpatrick, I adore you!" Susan exclaimed, holding out her arms. The little girl ran into them and hugged Sue as tightly as she could. Loosening her grip she melted her lips against Sue's, then began to probe her mouth with her small tongue. When the two tongues met, everyone in the room could see the electricity and the love flowing between the woman and the girl. Then a golden glow appeared over both of them, growing brighter and brighter. Then they all heard The Voice say, "It is right." Then after a pause He added, "Remember, Susan, Caitlin is the Littlest Angel. We are all counting on you to educate her properly: spiritually, academically and socially. I'm sure you will be an outstanding teacher." With that the golden glow diminished while the two continued to cling to each other Finally they eased apart. After taking a deep breath Susan turned to Ken and said, "I accept the offer of Kendy Company. You may buy Barbara Sloan." Ken looked to Andy Cartwright who pulled out a checkbook, quickly wrote out a check, signed it, and passed it to Ken. After glancing at it he passed it to Susan remarking, "Andy's the treasurer of Kendy. She writes all the checks." Barbara had been watching the whole episode with amusement at first. As things developed, she began to be concerned, then scared. "You can't do this, Mistress!" she exclaimed. "You just can't!" "Barbara, you're my friend," Susan began. "But I must." After pausing for a moment to collect her thoughts she continued, "The beating you gave me this morning was the very best of my entire life. But thinking about what Jeff said, I'm afraid he's right. I guess I am a masochist. While occasional blood on the sheets is an occupational hazard when a guy shares his bed with a fertile woman, I'm afraid I would be overdoing it, big time. You must go." "But what about me?" Steve Sloan protested. "We've just been married, for heaven's sake! Now she's going to be in California, I guess, while I'm still here in New York..." "What will you be doing?" Jeff interrupted. Steve was stunned by the comment and was speechless for a moment. "Why ... why, I'll be the butler, chauffeur..." He stopped as he saw Jeff slowly shaking his head. "I'm afraid not, Steve," Jeff said sadly. "I didn't want to tell you earlier because of the wedding and all, but you're fired." Steve looked at Jeff with utter incredulity but Jeff continued, "It seems that the guy who succeeded Sam Duncan as first sergeant of Carlson's Rangers is retiring. He's Sam's buddy, and Sam says he's really great. So anyway, he's taking over as chauffeur and butler, while his wife will be cooking and cleaning. Ellie Duncan can't wait to start working on her, either." Steve, utterly flabbergasted, could say nothing for a moment. Finally he murmured, "But what will I do?" "Mr. Sloan," Ken asked diffidently, "would you like a job?" Steve's head was spinning from the shock of what Jeff had just said. All he could do was nod his head slowly. "Neat! You're now general manager of Kendy Company!" "What's Kendy Company?" Steve asked. "Aside from my wife's new owner, that is." Ken grinned and told Steve about Kendy Company, a company he and Andy Cartwright had formed. An investment company started when they were only six years old, it was now a global investment company with assets in the billions of dollars. Concluding his explanation he grinned and said, "Now maybe we'll get some respect. Lots of businessmen and bankers look at Andy and me as a couple of kids. Now we'll have a real adult to meet with them, to sign the papers, and to generally look impressive." Ken Clifford looked over Steve carefully and then nodded. "You're big enough, and look tough enough. You'll do just fine!" "I suppose it doesn't really matter," Steve said, "but what does the position pay?" "Well, Mr. Sloan, we're growing fast, but cash flow is occasionally a problem for us right now. We'll pay $100,000, if that's okay with you?" "You're going to pay me $100,000 a year!?" Steve exclaimed. "Good grief, no!" Ken responded. "That's per month! A guy's got to live, after all. Then there's the year-end bonus, profit sharing, and all that stuff." With a grin he added, "In fact, that's your first job. A company ought to have benefits programs, but Andy and I never bothered. So if you don't take good care of yourself, you'll have no one to blame but yourself." By now Steve's brain was beginning to work again. "But wait a minute. I'm general manager of Kendy Company ... And Kendy owns my wife..." Looking sharply at Ken he asked, "What is she going to be doing? Where is she going to be living? Will I ever be able to see her?" "I certainly hope so," Andy quickly replied. "There's really no room at my house, with Mommy always dropping another sibling, and poor Kenny lives at the hotel. She'll just have to live with you." Steve hugged Barbara and kissed her passionately. The poor woman, nearly beside herself moments earlier, had begun to relax. She would be with her beloved husband after all. Then he asked, "But what's Barbara going to be doing?" With a quick grin, Andy asked, "Wasn't that obvious after what happened today? She's going to be joining the faculty of the Clifford & Jamison school. She'll be teaching the younger students while Bobbie focuses on the older ones. Now, with the enrollment over one hundred, she certainly could use the help." "Teach!" Barbara exclaimed. "Teach what? I don't know my name half the time. I'm a virtual illiterate. It's utterly ridiculous." Instead of responding, Andy lowered her head and prayed, "Dear God, through your direct intercession in your third person, the Holy Spirit, you have filled us with your blessings and made it possible for us to learn. With Bobbie Conroy, one of your most perfect creations teaching us, we could do nothing less. Lord, would you please make it possible for Barbara Sloan, another perfect creation, to teach, too? We ask this through your blessed son, Jesus Christ, from whom all blessings flow. Please, God?" A golden glow appeared over Barbara Sloan and just grew brighter. Then The Voice said softly, "It is my greatest wish, Barbara Sloan. I know how much you love me and wish to serve me in all things. Our newest angel, Susan Sloan, tells me you are perfection. Moreover, as smart as your husband is, Susie assures me you are even brighter. And you know what? She's right. You are. Here today for your wedding are a few of the young people you will be teaching. Please do me a favor? Look deeply into their eyes. Please?" The glow slowly dissipated leaving Barbara utterly stunned. Then Andy said softly, "I guess it's been decided, hasn't it? God answered my prayer ... with a vengeance." Then looking around she spied Kris Clifford. "Kris, come and meet your new teacher." As the six-year-old moved forward, Ali Clifford arose from the floor where she had been in Bill Clifford's arms. Approaching Barbara Ali said, "Mrs. Sloan, I would like to introduce you to my daughter, Kristin. She's ... she's very eager to learn." Then to the little girl she said, "Kris?" The beautiful little blonde performed a perfect curtsy and said, "Good afternoon, Mrs. Sloan. My name is Kristin Clifford. And I can't tell you how excited I am at the prospect of being your student." With her eyes as big as saucers, she said, "Imagine! My teacher set a new world's record for swimming 400 meters on her wedding day!" Looking at her she added, "And you're so beautiful." Then she paused for a moment and asked, "Mrs. Sloan, will you do what Bobbie does?" "What does she do?" Barbara asked. "Every day, during nap time, she sleeps with one of the kids. It's absolutely the greatest! She did it with me once. That's the problem, you see. Now there are so many of us, and only one of her ... Anyway, I slept with my head pillowed on her tit while she just stroked my body and whispered in my ear ... It was just so neat!" Rather than answering, Barbara went down on her knees and extended her hands to the little girl. When Kris took hers, Barbara remembered what she had heard from The Voice and looked deep into her eyes. "My God!" she murmured. "There's nothing but love, innocence and Divine grace." Hugging the little girl tightly she proceeded to kiss her gently. When their lips met, Barbara could feel the incredible love in the girl and increased the power of her own kiss. When they slowly separated, she felt light-headed. Looking up at Ali she said, "Mrs. Clifford, you have truly been blessed by Almighty God. This girl is an angel! She's exactly like Caitie!" Instead of responding, Ali wheeled around looking for Susan. "Susan Collins, where in hell is that whip? I haven't been insulted so badly in years!" Wheeling back on Barbara whose eyes were wide with shock she exclaimed, "Slave! The name is Ali! It's short, simple, and easy to pronounce! Now can you say 'Ali'?" Barbara grinned, shook her head, and repeated, "Ali, you have truly been blessed by Almighty God. This girl is an angel! She's exactly like Caitie!" Ali Clifford grinned back and winked. Then she said, "Kristin is my third child. Of course, I'm prejudiced, but I think she is pretty neat." Then she added, "I can't tell you how happy I am that you'll be joining the staff of our little school. It's really wonderful." After meeting more little Cartwrights, Carlsons, and Bradleys, Barbara's head was spinning. Turning to Steve she said, "Darling, I certainly hope He doesn't forget His promise. These children are utter perfection. Products of perfect love, raised with discipline, love of God, love of learning, these are the children I'm supposed to teach! Good grief!" ------- Chapter 31 Barbara Sloan was sitting on the floor leaning back against Steve who was kneeling behind her with his arms around her. With his large hands cupping her tits, she just sighed and whispered, "Darling, you're much better than some dumb old bra." Then she closed her eyes and added, "My God! What a day this has already been ... And we haven't even cut the wedding cake!" Whispering in her ear Steve replied, "But we've already lost a lot of the guests. I guess this is just the extended family now." No sooner had he said it then Ken Carlson rose to his feet. As he did the women who were serving appeared with trays of champagne flutes. Taking one, Ken held it up in the direction of the bridal couple. "Barbara and Steven Sloan, as the best man it is traditional for me to wish you health, happiness, and all that good stuff. But I'm not going to. At least, I'm not going to do it yet. Rather, I'm here to issue you a warning. And do a few other things." He shook his head, appearing sad, then continued, "First, Steve, I want to welcome you into the Clifford & Jamison Husbands' Protective Association. I hasten to add that it's really pretty worthless as an organization. It has never, ever, lived up to its name. "'Protect'? What a joke! But we do have some pretty good poker games from time to time, and I guess you qualify to play. I'm in it. Then there's Mike Morris, a Medal-of-Honor winner along with a pile of lesser stuff. We also have Bill Cartwright. Maybe you've heard of him. He was a Special Forces Medal-of-Honor winner imprisoned for fourteen years in Hanoi and points south. But what, you might wonder, is the organization supposed to protect us from?" Looking at his wife, Kathy, he said, "Woman, on your feet, out of your clothes, and come stand beside me." Barbara let out a soft gasp as the incredible beauty of Kathy Carlson was revealed. "Good heavens, darling," she whispered, "Even her pubic hair has sun streaks!" "So do yours," Steve whispered back. When he softly kissed her ear she just wriggled in his arms with delight. "You've all seen those old World War II movies in which the RAF pilots were sitting in the ready room when they get the order to scramble all fighters?" Ken continued. "Then chairs and tables are overturned as they rush to the door and out to their waiting fighters? That's us. Or at least it's me. What causes it? We're not fighting anybody much." Shaking his head sadly Ken said, "It's the same damned thing, time after time. We'll be having a great poker game going. Then I'll start to wonder what Kathy's making for dinner. (She's the finest cook west of the Mississippi, anyway.) Then, like a fool, I'll make some comment, and over go the tables and out we go. And I go home to this." With that he caressed his wife's perfect body. When he did, Kathy turned in his arms and proceeded to melt her lips to his. As they kissed he cupped her trim ass cheeks in his large hands. She wriggled her body against his in delight when he did. Now speaking over her shoulder he added, "She feeds me a gourmet meal then leads me by the hand to the bedroom where the torture starts. This woman is sexually insatiable, Steve. All of our wives are. And Barbara is exactly like them. It's ... it's awful! And it's unfair! Is this any way to treat a hero? I mean ... Really!" "Okay, buster!" Kathy exclaimed. "Enough is enough! Now you get out of that monkey suit. I want everyone to see your terribly abused body." Ken just grinned and winked at her. With her assistance, in just moments he was bare, too, revealing his deeply tanned and heavily-muscled body along with his cock and cum-laden balls. Kathy groped him, caressed his sac and in a stage whisper said, "Of boy! I can't wait for tonight. I'll drain you dry!" "And she will, too!" he responded. "That's the problem. We're just sex objects." Shaking his head he continued, "But is that all? Don't we wish. Now? Well, just look." With that four children appeared. Susan Carlson, age 12, now beginning to bud into womanhood, holding the hand of a small boy who was about three. Along with them was Kenny with a gorgeous girl who appeared to be six years old. "We get these, too." Ken looked at the children and Barb could see his eyes widen as he realized the ages were twelve, nine, six, and three. Looking at Kathy he asked, "Lady, have you been holding out on me? Are you pregnant again?" "Of course I am," she replied quietly. "Hell, you've complained enough in the last few weeks that there's scarcely enough milk in my tits for your morning coffee. I had to do something to replenish the supply. But it's not for at least a couple of weeks, though." Barbara could scarcely believe it, although from her experience with Kelly Fitzpatrick she knew it to be true. Meanwhile, Ken reached down and gently placed his fingers on Kathy's very flat lower abdomen. From the look on his face it was obvious that the unborn infant was kicking. "It feels sort of funny, doesn't it?" Kathy asked quietly. "You may not believe it — but I know some of you will — but Kathy doesn't even tell me anymore. Do you know what happened with baby Mike? In the morning I had made love to Kathy until I was utterly dry — the normal event. That night when I got back home, there's Kathy in the kitchen nursing a tiny infant. Of course, she delivered in the office and later drove herself home. Her concession to childbirth? She remembered to bring the Port-A-Crib to work that day." He just shook his head. "But do you know what the most fantastic day of the week is in the Carlson household? It's Sunday. First of all, Kathy gets up and gets the youngest Carlson from his or her bed. All of the others troupe into our bedroom as well. Then after making love to my beautiful wife — with Susan, our oldest, now critiquing my technique, I should add — we all go back to sleep on our bed. "Later, Kathy gets everyone up and we go to church. (There are compensations, though. I can't tell you how proud I am to have my whole family together in Church. They're really pretty neat.) When we return home, Kathy makes brunch for everyone. 'Everyone' now usually includes Mike Morris — who often sleeps over on Saturday night in Susan's bed! Of course, it's really not so bad. When he does, Susan makes the brunch. (But the way she serves Michael Morris on her knees is disgusting!) It's possible Sue is an even better cook than her mother, if you can believe it! "Then what? After brunch, it's time for us to go and play golf. Now, I really need help on this one. Can you believe that my wife, who, in her very first golf tournament wins the LPGA Kapalua Open by fifteen strokes, has the nerve to ask me for strokes? Honest, she does. Of course, she routinely kills me, although I'm now playing to a USGA handicap of one!" Bringing all of his children to the front, Ken continued, focusing on Steve and Barbara. "Steve, this is what you have to look forward to. You'll be killed. I remember talking with Mike Morris about it one time. He pointed out that, as a Ranger, all I ever got were the toughest, dirtiest details. I replied, 'But Mike, when you're in the jungle, the enemy doesn't climb into your sleeping bag with you!' "There's one more thing, though. Six years ago, in a courtroom in Los Angeles, I saw my daughter Sue, explain to the court why the United States is 'the City on the Hill' — a shining beacon to the whole world. Do you know what I did? I cried! Honest to God, I did. Here I was, listening to my six-year-old daughter explain what it was we had been fighting for. Later she asked me if I was ever proud of her. I told her then, and repeat it now: Kathy and I couldn't possibly be any more pleased and proud than we are all the time! "The future? Well, Susan is engaged to marry Michael Morris, Jr., the son of the most decorated U.S. Marine in history. In the meantime the two of them are redoing the Department of Defense to increase the 'tooth' and cut down on the 'tail.' They both have their Ph.D.'s in history, military science, and military strategy. And then this morning I learned that Kenny will be marrying Kris Clifford. Those two kids are as madly, passionately in love as Susan and Mike Morris are. "And as Kathy and I are." Looking at Steve and Barbara, Ken raised his glass, shook his head, and said, "I guess I have to say it, Steve and Barbara. My hope and prayer is that you two have as great a marriage as we've had." Looking at Kathy he said softly, "My darling, I adore you!" With his champagne glass still held aloft he melted his lips to her waiting pair. At that point everyone in the room cheered and drank the toast. Before anyone could move Barbara was on her feet. "I know it's the groom's rôle to respond to the best man's toast, but this is a more liberated age. Besides, Kenneth Carlson, he knows you and is your friend, so he might not tell the truth. But I will." Suddenly tears were pouring down her cheeks but she didn't lower her head nor was there the slightest hitch in her voice as she continued, "I have never seen anything so utterly beautiful in my entire life. Ken and Kathy Carlson, you define the rôle of parents. You have given birth to the most gorgeous children I've ever seen. Is that all? Of course not! "You have raised them in an atmosphere of love. Foremost is love of God. Then love of family. Love of country. I want to offer a toast to one of the most perfect families God, in his infinite mercy and wisdom, has ever seen fit to create: the Carlsons! May God continue to shower you with blessings!" Raising her glass, she offered it towards the Carlsons, then emptied her glass in a single gulp. The guests all drank with her. Later, Barbara and Steve found themselves sitting on the floor talking with Andy Cartwright and Ken Clifford. They were amused because Andy was sitting across Ken's lap, occasionally turning her head for a kiss. Curiously, it seemed to occur at random moments, often in the middle of a sentence. When Barb asked, Andy simply replied, "I need it to live." Then with the warmest smile the older couple had ever seen she added, "Ken and I have been married for as long as we can remember — from the time we were six years old, anyway. Unfortunately, it's still going to be a few years before we can have it solemnized. And, for that matter, I guess I have to wait a few years to let him to put on some more weight. Our parents all say that the men need to weigh about twice as much as the women to be able to survive." Then with a little grin she added, "Of course, I have an additional handicap, being a platinum blonde. We're supposed to be pretty cold. Mom's a platinum blonde, too, as I guess you noticed. Dad teases her all the time about being slow to warm up. One night when I was very young, I was in bed with them while Dad played with Mom's nipples, and let his finger tips gently play all over her body with particular attention to her cunt. Her poor clit was so engorged it was protruding from between her nether lips. When she pleaded with Dad, he said that platinum blondes were slow to warm up — he was just being considerate. She said her cunt was hot enough to ignite asbestos and if he didn't do it right then, she was going to cut it off and do it herself! It was so funny." After looking at the ceiling thoughtfully she added, "You know what? I'll bet that was the night one of my siblings was conceived, too." Then with a little grin she said, "All of us kids joke about it. You saw Kathy Carlson. How un-pregnant she looks? That's standard for all the women. We joke that all of us are born with quick reflexes and great flexibility. That's because if we weren't, we wouldn't be born at all. Our dads' huge cocks are always penetrating to where we're trying our best to grow." Then with the warmest smile the two had ever seen she concluded, "Of course, it doesn't appear to have adversely affected any of us." "Changing the subject," Steve interjected, "what, exactly, is Kendy Company? Now that I'm general manager I guess I ought to know." Shaking his head he added, "I don't know a damned thing about investments. In fact, as I'm sure you already know, Barbara claims I've been living in deep, dark hole I dug for myself after Susan was tortured to death." Then after a shake of his head he continued, "She's absolutely right, of course. Ever since, I have systematically avoided any responsibility of any kind that could affect other people. But now ... Now I have the love of one of the world's most perfect women, Barbara Sloan, so I've got to change. And thank you for the opportunity. But what's Kendy?" There were tears at the corners of Andy's eyes as she addressed his question. "First, there is absolutely no charity in what Ken and I are doing. Earlier I said that we are both a bit strange. You see, I have the capacity to explore inside a person's brain and go back in the past. "For example, with Bobbie Conroy I found out that, although she thought she was a vile person who would bed anything in pants, the fact was that she had been raped repeatedly when she was sixteen. Worst of all, the rapists convinced her that she had drugged herself up and organized her own gang-bang! They are all now serving twenty-to-life in Illinois state prisons." The smile she then gave Steve was the warmest he had ever seen. "I don't think I could have lived at all after what you went through, Steve. And that brings me to my better half, Ken. If I can see the past, he can see the future. With you in control, we're going to do far better than we've ever done before. It's not a hope, you see; it's a certainty." Without a break Ken picked up the narrative. "As far as knowing nothing about securities, that's no problem. Let me give you some background. This whole thing started about eight years ago when Andy and I were four years old. We each borrowed a million dollars from Mom to get started on. At first, it was a competition—" "And can you imagine?" Andy interrupted. "A four-year-old girl having to learn discounted cash flow? And that was just so I didn't have to listen to this jerk talking about feminine intuition when I picked stocks!" Ignoring the interruption, Ken continued, "Then a couple of years later, we were kind of tired of the competition, so we joined forces and formed Kendy Company. As I'm sure you've already guessed, I'm the 'Ken' and Andy is the 'dy' of Kendy. But you see, typically we don't buy listed securities. What we do is travel around and look for opportunities. We have a computer software company in the Czech Republic, an advanced electronics company in Poland, an oil production company in Kazakhstan, a software house in India, a computer components company in Taiwan—" "But how?" Barbara interrupted, utterly amazed. With a diffident little smile Ken answered, "First of all, Andy and I have an ear for language, I guess. Let me use the Czech investment as an illustration. It hasn't closed yet, but it's just about there. But there's another Czech precision manufacturing company that we do own. Almost all of our investments worked the same way. First of all, we're just kids — very young kids! One summer, backpacking around Europe, we got off the train in Prague. There are lots of Americans floating around there now ... a regular community. "Anyway, we just started talking to some young Czechs. Of course all of the conversations were in English — they never knew we understood a word of Czech, let alone could speak it. Anyway, we met some guys who were very experienced in precision machining. They used to make missile components for the Soviets. Anyway, we worked it all out, then disappeared. A short time later some banker- and lawyer-types descended on Prague. Unlike us, they stayed at the finest hotels, had chauffeured limousines to get around in ... you know: the whole bit. Anyway, they did the deal." Looking at Steve he said, "From now on, that's your job. First of all, I know you're a hell of a lot smarter than the clowns we hired. Often, it was all we could do to keep them from screwing up a deal Andy and I had already put together. We're certain any changes you make will only make the deal better for all of us." Then after snapping his fingers he added, "Damn! I knew I forgot something. As an incentive, you get ten percent of all of these deals. We figure that it will cause you to really think about what we're doing. With our peculiar abilities we can be certain that the people we're dealing with are honest. But we can't be sure that, in their planning and hopes for the future, they're not honestly wrong! Steve, that's your job, and we hope you'll take it." "Now wait one minute," Steve replied, his head spinning from what he had just learned. "You and Andy will continue to travel around with backpacks, sleeping in haylofts and acting like you don't have two nickels to rub together. Then, after you've put a deal together, I appear on the scene staying at the finest hotels, eating at the best restaurants, and being driven around in a limousine meeting cabinet ministers and heads of state to ultimately sign a few pieces of paper. And then I get ten percent!" Andy and Ken looked at each other, clearly worried. "Isn't that enough? Ten percent is only a number. How about twenty? Maybe twenty-five?" Ken offered. "Good grief, no!" Steve exclaimed. "It's too damned much! I get to live like a pasha on your money!" "Oops!" Andy added. "We forgot something. We'll schedule the trips so Barbara can come with you." Turning to Barb she said, "You can't believe how wonderful the opera is in Prague, or watching the Kirov ballet in St. Petersburg from a box that's almost on the stage..." With her sunshine smile she added, "It's really neat!" "Now wait a stinking minute!" Barbara protested. "What is going on? I can see Steve's rôle in all of this, but what's mine? Why am I going along? Good heavens! The airfare alone is murderous. Round-trip economy to Prague—" "Economy!" Andy and Ken interrupted simultaneously. "Good heavens, no! If it's not a chartered jet, it's at least first class. Barb, you are representing one of the largest conglomerate corporations in the world..." "Just how big is Kendy anyway?" Steve asked shrewdly. Both of the young people looked embarrassed. "Actually, Steve, we were hoping you wouldn't ask," Andy responded. "The fact of the matter is we really don't know. You see, there's no market for the stock, so we can only guess at the value..." "So guess," Steve interjected. The two were clearly embarrassed but Andy said so softly they could scarcely hear her, "Between five and fifteen billion." At this Steve started to laugh. His laughter grew louder and he couldn't control himself. Since he was sitting on the floor anyway he just lay back until he was stretched out flat howling with laughter. Barbara took advantage of the opportunity to tickle him. But Steve was laughing so hard he didn't even react to the tickling but just kept on laughing. Finally controlling himself, the laughter died out to giggles and he sat up again. Tears of laughter were still streaming from his eyes. Looking at Barb he said, "Hon, I am now the general manager — and maybe the only employee... ?" When he looked at Andy and Ken they both nodded. " ... of a company with assets of at least five billion dollars!" "Barb," Andy interjected with her eyes wide and serious, "now you can see why it's so important for you to travel in an appropriate manner. It's important, when dealing with governments and central banks to look the part." Snapping her fingers she added, "In that connection Ginger Conrad and Nita Johnson will be putting together a new wardrobe for you—" "But I have a wardrobe!" Barbara protested. "You have a slave's wardrobe, not one appropriate to this. Of course, you'll be able to augment it in your travels. For example, the very finest sable never leaves Russia. If you want a really nice sable coat, you have to get it in Saint Petersburg or Moscow." "But I'm a dumb woman from Indiana, for gosh sakes! I don't know anything about—" "Your slavery will serve you in good stead," Andy interrupted. "Which is at an end, of course." Turning to Ken she said, "Maybe you'd better tell her what you saw when you looked into her eyes." "I saw you moving among world leaders like a queen. You, too, have an incredible facility for languages, as does Steve. Coupled with your humanity, your goodness, and Divine grace, you will just leave a trail of people behind you who love you. Barb, you mentioned the finest hotels. I can assure you there will be fights among the staff members to see who will be allowed the privilege of serving you two. Honest, there will." Then with a grin he added, "And you're going to have so damned much fun, too! Can you imagine what it's going to be like to be fucked in the finest hotels and palaces in most of the capital cities of the world? Can you? And when a maid sees you nude! Wow! And they will, too." Turning towards Steve, he melted his lips on hers. The two young people watched as an incredible charge of electricity flowed between them. Just then Susie appeared sitting with her legs crossed on the shoulder of Barb's terry robe. "Oh, neat! And I get to go, too! I can hardly wait." Then the sprite disappeared as suddenly as she had appeared. For the first time ever neither Barb nor Steve had been aware of her presence. When they slowly eased apart with their eyes still glassy Andy asked, "By the way, where are you two going on your honeymoon?" It was as if the two had been hit with a rubber hammer. Steve recovered first and replied with a shake of his head, "I have no clue. We never thought of it, although I guess Susie did say something about it. We were just going to get married today. Then we would make love all night and assume our duties in the apartment tomorrow morning." He just continued to shake his head. "Two suggestions," Andy continued. "First, there's always Kapalua on Maui. It's where all the people go on their honeymoons, and Granddad owns it. But there's another idea..." "What's that?" both Barbara and Steve replied in unison. "Your swimming gave it to me," Andy said. "You beat Bobbie Conroy, something none of us — from the West Coast, anyway — thought was possible. You see, every year Bobbie and Tom go to a deserted island near Maui. They're naked and bring nothing except a couple of knives. They live there for a month or so. You saw her incredible golden body today. That's the result. The fact is, that's how they spent their honeymoon. They spent six full months on the island alone. Everyone said that if they both came off alive, they would be together forever. They did, and I'm sure they will be. Compared to them, my love for Ken is just a mild infatuation. God, do we love them!" "Let's do it, darling!" Barbara exclaimed. "And if we don't make it, I will have fulfilled my life's ambition: I will have spent the rest of my life in your arms." When she said it she had no way of knowing she was echoing what Bobbie and Marie Conroy had each said years earlier. "I guess that's decided then," Steve said. "But why the interest in our honeymoon?" Now both children looked embarrassed and again Andy answered, "It's a part of a question you raised earlier. You asked where you would be living. Well, since there's only the two of you, and there will be the significant traveling that we just discussed it didn't seem right for you to have a house just yet. And ... and then it's not the easiest thing in the world to put a 50-meter pool on the roof of an apartment house, so we thought that if you were going to be away for a while we could have things ready for you." Looking pensive for a moment, she added, "For example, while Sandy Benson can decorate an apartment from just the blueprints — and has — it's really better if she can see it finished to really see how the light falls, and that sort of stuff. Then Kathy Carlson wants to lay out the kitchen with everything just so..." "What is going on?" Barbara nearly screamed. "What are you doing to us?" Andy looked embarrassed as she replied, "Well, gee, after stalling for months you two decided to get married pretty quickly, and we didn't get a chance to look for appropriate wedding gifts..." Then her attitude changed. Sticking out her lovely little chin she demanded, "And what's so damned wrong with giving you an apartment, anyway?" Without responding directly Barbara looked at Steve and said, "My darling, I said it before, and I'll say it again: This is the most remarkable day of my entire life. This morning I awakened as a slave. Now, I have my freedom, I have a husband whom I adore, I even have a job — the most important job in the world, too — as a teacher. And ... and ... and the opportunity for an incredible honeymoon, your new job, foreign travel..." Then she looked up, saw Susan, and called her over. "My darling Susan, how can I possibly thank you? When I came here for the first time that night, I was dead. I remember telling you about it, too. When you whipped my sad excuse for a body that first night, I told you that it was the first feeling I had had in about ten years. Now how can I thank you?" Susan, now wearing a strapless cocktail dress looked down at her whipped shoulders, then looked up at the ceiling. "Well," she said, "I suppose you could whip my inner thighs and my cunt..." Then with her brightest smile she asked, "How about that?" "Darling former mistress, I would love to," Barbara replied, "but you're a masochist. You said so yourself. So — joining your husband, Jeff — as the sadist I am, I won't. You would enjoy it much too much." Then rising to her feet she took Sue in her arms and melted her lips to hers. Probing her mouth with her tongue, the two tongues met and there was an almost-audible sizzle as their mutual love flowed between them. "My darling Susan, I adore you. And I owe you all my happiness, and even my life itself. Aside from a beating, is there anything I can do for you?" "There sure is," Sue replied. "Will you compare notes with me when we get pregnant? You are my very best friend, you know." Then in a much softer voice she added, "And my mother. Andy adopted me, Barbara Sloan, but you're my mother. Barbara Sloan, I adore you, too." Then with a frown she added, "That's as it may be, but in the meantime I spent a lot of money on that lovely bridal gown that you've now worn for only about an hour. How about if you put it back on before packing it away for twenty-five years or so?" The two women disappeared for a few minutes and then returned with Barbara back in her wedding gown and with Susan in the bridesmaid's dress she was originally going to wear. Remarkably the welts on Susan's body had completely disappeared. When she had noticed their disappearance while changing, her reaction had been, "Oh, damn! I so wanted to bloody Jeff with my cuts tonight, too!" The family party resumed, now with a sense of joyousness that was now particularly shared by the Sloans. ------- Chapter 32 Meanwhile, earlier in the afternoon, shortly after Caitie had persuaded Susan to accept her as her slave and student, Sue had taken her aside and said, "Slave Caitlin, I have a job for you." Dropping to her knees with her brilliant blue eyes bright the girl asked, "Mistress, how may I serve you?" "You may gather up Ken Carlson and that utterly darling Kris Clifford. And rescue poor Sheila from the Sloan's apartment, too. The poor girl probably feels like she's in prison. Then take Prince, Princess, Duke and Duchess for a walk in the park." Knowing she was teasing the girl, Sue pretended not to notice the pleading in her eyes. But after an extended pause she said, "Oh, hell, I suppose you might as well ask Johnny Taylor to go along, too ... But I doubt if he'd care to..." "Oh thank you, darling mistress!" Caitie exclaimed. Jumping to her feet, she ran off to find Sheila, Johnny and the others. After changing into her own worn jeans, the group gathered up the tigers then went over the few blocks to the Taylor apartment where Johnny, Ken, and Kris all changed, too. As they walked along the street with the pair of tigers leading the way, it was a remarkable sight, even for New Yorkers who pride themselves on their blasé attitude. The little procession truly stopped traffic. Prince and Princess paced along as befitted their station as guards to an angel. The two tigers studiously ignored the stares and gasps of utter amazement directed at them. Disgusted, Prince finally commented, "Darling, the way they stare you would think these yokels have never seen a tiger before." "Honey, I'm sure they have never seen a tiger, let alone a pair, least of all a whole family, walking along the sidewalk." Then with a warm smile she asked, "But what do you think of our little urchins?" The two cubs, pacing a little behind and between their parents were looking up at the wall of tall buildings lining the street. It was something utterly beyond their experience. "I think they're doing very nicely for such young people. I hope you noticed that, in spite of all of their sightseeing, they're maintaining their position exactly the way we've tried to teach them." When the little group reached the corner of Fifth Avenue and 72nd Street facing Central Park, they found a young police officer who Caitie knew, Dan Murphy. When she stopped in front of the astonished officer, the tigers stopped, too, and instantly assumed their house cat pose with their tails wrapped neatly around their forepaws. Without a word being needed, the two cubs imitated their parents, taking their position beside their mother. "Good afternoon, Officer Murphy," Caitie greeted him. "Here are some people I would like you to meet. First, this is my aunt from Ireland, Sheila Quinn." When Murphy saw Sheila, his heart turned over. At six feet three, 215 pounds, Murphy, an Army veteran from the Military Police Corps, was a recent addition to the New York City Police Department. Like Sheila and Caitie, he had dark hair and brilliant blue eyes. Then drawing himself up to strict attention he gave her his very smartest salute and said, "Welcome to New York, Miss Quinn!" Then his heart fell as he added, "It is "miss" isn't it? Or is there a Mr. Quinn?" "I'm certain there is a Mr. Quinn, Officer Murphy," Sheila replied with the lilt of Ireland in her voice, "but he's not related to me. As far as I know, my only living relative is Caitlin's mother, Kelly. But thank you, sir, for your warm welcome." Then with a big grin she added, "Of course, it's really not hard for an Irish girl to feel at home here in New York!" With a warm smile the officer said, "The name is Dan. Please? It's Daniel Patrick Murphy. As you can see there's a little bit of Ireland in my heritage, too." "Please call me Sheila, Dan. I would like that very much. So preoccupied with Sheila as he was, Murphy had forgotten the tigers completely. Then Caitie continued, introducing John Taylor, Kris Clifford, and Kenny Carlson. "Officer Murphy, I don't think you ever met my fiancé, John Taylor before. But maybe you know his parents, Jack and Andy Taylor?" Murphy's eyes widened. Just that morning he had read in the department newspaper of a gift of $25 million to the Police Athletic League (PAL) from John F. Taylor, III, and Andrea Pierce Taylor. When he mentioned it, Johnny reddened but admitted that they were his parents. Then, knowing he had served in the Army, Caitie asked, "Have you ever heard of Carlson's Rangers, Officer Murphy?" Indeed he had. His eyes widened again as he pointed to Jeff with a question obvious in his eyes. "Ken is Ken Carlson's eldest son. He's going to marry Kris Clifford. She's the daughter of Ali McGrath, who you might have seen sometime on the Late Show or something." Murphy just shook his head in utter amazement. Then he brightened, looked at the tigers and said, "I guess you two are their bodyguards, aren't you? With such marvelous people, they deserve every protection." "Thank you, sir," Prince mentally replied. "My name is Prince, Officer Murphy, and I would like to introduce my mate, Princess." As he said it, Prince extended a paw while Princess executed a perfect tigress's curtsy. Murphy was utterly stunned. The tiger was actually communicating with him. When Sheila laughed at his discomfiture, he realized it was the merriest, loveliest laughter he had ever heard. Recovering, Murphy extended his hand and found himself shaking hands with a Royal Bengal tiger. Then he said, "Princess — or is it Mrs. Princess? — it is indeed a great privilege." Then he was astounded as the giant cat giggled. Princess replied, "It's just 'Princess, ' Officer Murphy. After all, I am Prince's mate, not his wife. As animals, we are not eligible for holy matrimony." Then with what was undeniably a very warm smile she added, "Of course it would be impossible to love him more than I do if we were married..." Turning to the cubs she continued, "And it gives me great pleasure to introduce our children, Duke and Duchess. Although Prince and I try very hard, they are still very young, so they don't always behave in the fashion we consider appropriate." The cubs this time were behaving perfectly. Side by side, they were posed in their house cat position with their tails neatly wrapped around their forepaws. "Duke, what do you say?" "Good afternoon, Officer Murphy!" Duke responded. In an instant the cub had changed positions and was now sitting up straight on his hind quarters. His right paw was extended to shake hands. Taking it gently, Dan Murphy shook it with a smile. Duke continued, "It is a real honor to greet one of the most important members of the New York Police Department." "And it is a great honor for me to meet you," Dan replied, "but I'm the longest way away from being 'the most important member.' I'm only a probationary patrolman." Then Duchess greeted him as well, this time causing her parents to smile with pride as she executed the most perfect curtsy her parents had ever seen. Then Dan asked, "What brings you all out here today, anyway?" "It's such a glorious spring day, Dan, we thought we'd go to the park. And after all, these poor tigers have come all the way out from Los Angeles, and they really do need some exercise." "Normally, I would warn you about Central Park," Murphy said. "But, first, I'm sure there will be lots of people around so it should be safe enough. But, second, with Prince and Princess with you you'll be as safe as in church. Looking at Prince again, he mused, "Didn't I recall hearing something happening in Los Angeles five or six years ago? Something involving a tiger?" "It could have been Rajah protecting his beloved mistress, or possibly King retaliating for a few rapes," Prince replied. "Although we teased King about it unmercifully, I guess he wiped up the street with a number of rapists, but we all pointed out that they were very messy kills. Not neat at all! There were body parts strewn all over the street when it was over. Instead of a morgue wagon, they had to get a street sweeper to clean up the mess..." Prince appeared to think for a moment and then added, "I guess he just lost control. You see, Officer Murphy, there are few things we tigers hate more than a gang rape of a defenseless woman. And, although it was messy, it was very effective. Every single rapist was left in pieces." Murphy just shook his head and said, "I would say it was a meaningful learning experience for the rapists but, from what you tell me, it was a little late for the 'education' to do them any good." "If such a situation should ever arise here in New York, Officer, Princess and I will try to remember what you have just said," Prince replied. With that Murphy escorted them across Fifth Avenue and the group made its way into the park. Finding a large expanse of grass, the children began to play with the cubs. At first the cubs were fearful, knowing the divinity of Caitie, and the near-divinity of all of the others. But when Caitie began to tickle Duke's ribs, the cub just rolled on his back, then enveloped Caitie in his paws. The group, with Sheila watching, were having a marvelous time. The children found that playing with Duke and Duchess was like playing with house cats, but cats that weighed as much as they did. After watching the people for a few minutes Prince and Princess moved into a wooded area a hundred yards away from the people. There they mated, then lay down in the shade to nap. ------- Chapter 33 Calvin Monroe was disturbed. Although at sixteen he was now a full member of the Black Avengers, Ahmed's behavior was increasingly troubling him. Dealing crack was one thing. Robbery, extortion ... These were just ways of getting money, ways that were certainly easier than working. But it was something else. While most of the gang members were young — under sixteen, down to twelve — Ahmed, the leader, was in his twenties. And he was becoming more violent, in Calvin's view, just for the sake of violence. Ahmed explained it as retribution, but Calvin wondered, Retribution for what? Sure, blacks had been enslaved. But neither he nor any other gang member could even calculate how many generations back that had been. The Black Avengers was a gang formed some years earlier. Its first members had long since graduated to full-bore careers ... mostly in crime. There was a competition of sorts among several gangs to see which was the "baddest" of them all. Right now, I guess it's us, Calvin thought. Although they usually all wore their black jackets with "Black Avengers" emblazoned across the back and a particular model of black Nike's, being a warm late-April afternoon, today they just wore white t-shirts, similarly marked. Calvin realized he had become increasingly uncomfortable in the gang, although he didn't let on. He could have been in the leadership if he wanted to be, but had managed to avoid it while still remaining in good standing. When he was younger, the visible fear on the faces of people they passed on the street made him feel like a man, although he was only twelve at the time. Now at sixteen, he was already six feet three and weighed 185. He figured he was about as tall as he would ever be, although he would put on some weight as he filled out. He realized that he didn't want to be feared, only respected, and the activities of the Black Avengers were not focused on gaining true respect from anyone. But this afternoon, Ahmed had announced that they were going to roam Central Park to see what sort of fun they might have. Calvin wasn't at all sure he shared Ahmed's ideas of fun. By now the dozen gang members — the entire present membership — had spent over an hour roaming through the park. Calvin used to get a perverse sense of pride noticing the fear visible in the eyes and in the behavior of the people — black and white — that they encountered, but now it bothered him. And their fear is well-founded, Monroe thought. Our gang is a bunch of predators. And there are twelve of us and only a few of them. Coming over a small knoll he saw a small group of white children playing with a couple of small animals. Calvin's brows knitted as he looked at the animals from a distance, trying to figure out what they were. They were the size of fair-sized dogs, but they didn't look like dogs. On the other hand, they were certainly playful enough. Even at this distance he could occasionally hear the sound of laughter coming from the group. While Monroe was studying the animals, Ahmed and his three senior lieutenants were studying the people. Ahmed had been immediately attracted to the dark-haired girl who looked to be about ten, but particularly to the very young golden blonde. While every gang member was armed, the senior four were the only ones with firearms. Ahmed had a 9 mm automatic, while the other three had police .38s. "I think we're really going to have some fun," Ahmed commented. "Have you ever wanted to rape a little blonde girl? I'll bet she'll bleed wonderfully." Turning to his companions, he ordered, "Let's do it!" Moving down the knoll, the gang was only about thirty feet away from the playful group when they were first noticed. While Ken Carlson, Kris Clifford and Johnny Taylor were rolling on the grass with the cubs, Sheila and Caitie were talking together with Caitie teasing Sheila unmercifully about Dan Murphy. The girl was amused at the way Sheila blushed so easily at the mention of his name. When Caitie saw the approaching gang she said, "Uh, oh! Here's trouble, I'm afraid." By now the group was only ten feet away. Ahmed looked the girls over and mused, "I wonder what it would be like to fuck a woman who's bleeding from gunshot wounds. Well, there's one way to find out..." With that he pulled the automatic from his pocket and fired twice at the unsuspecting Sheila. His first bullet hit her in the right shoulder, while the second hit her in the side, waist high. The force of the bullets fired at close range spun her around and knocked her down. At the first shot, the other three gun-toting gang members moved ahead of Ahmed, drawing their own weapons. It proved to be a very dangerous place for them to be. They still had not recognized the two animals for what they were. Meanwhile, Calvin's eyes widened as he realized what Ahmed had done. This dude is losing it! he thought. Good heavens! He may be around the bend. With that he stopped and let the gang move ahead of him so he was now in the rear. Duke and Duchess had been rolling in the grass acting like kittens as the kids tickled them. Their first warning that something was wrong was Ahmed's first shot. Instantly, they were on their feet looking toward the sound of the shots. Realizing that Sheila, one of the humans they had been charged to protect, was down, the two launched themselves in the direction of the attackers. In just two bounds they leaped to attack the three leaders with guns who were now in front. The men instantly started firing at the two furry attackers. Duke was hit in the chest while Duchess was struck in the shoulder. Nevertheless, roaring in fury and with their claws unleashed, they launched themselves, raking the faces of the two men with their razor-sharp claws. Now moving on blind instinct, they went for the jugular. In a flash, both men were dying with their throats ripped out. Ahmed, recovering, began firing at the two animals, hitting Duke twice more and Duchess once. On the hill above, Prince and Princess were napping. At the sound of the first shots the two great animals were instantly alert. Hearing their cubs' cries of rage, the two were off as if they had been shot from cannons. They had just cleared the crest of the hill when they saw the cubs attacking. Without any communication between them the two bounded down the slope instinctively knowing what to do. They were approaching from an angle from the rear of the group and from directly behind Ahmed who now had his back to them since he was facing towards the left. While not as fast as a cheetah, an adult tiger can easily maintain a speed of 35 miles per hour and can reach 50. While the assailants started to relax, having put down the two attacking animals, before they could make a move to check the condition of their two fallen associates, they froze in fear as they heard the scream of the furious tigers who had just seen their beloved cubs shot. Princess launched herself at Ahmed's back with her huge claws extended. When she raked his back with her enormous paw, it ripped five enormous gouges in his back extending from his shoulders to well below his waist. At the same time, the fourth armed man wheeled in the direction of the frightening sound. Seeing Prince as he gathered himself to leap, the man was frozen. An instant later the furious tiger had raked him with his claws, tearing his face and his chest. Falling over backwards with Prince on top, in an instant his throat had been torn out by the tiger's huge teeth. "Prince! Stop!" Caitlin shouted. The girl, stunned by the incredible series of events that had taken place in just a matter of a few seconds, was functioning again. "The rest of you!" she shouted to the shaken gang members. "Down on your faces with your arms outstretched. Now!" Responding instantly, Calvin dropped face down on the ground and stretched his arms out. With his face down he had very limited vision, but the two friends whom he could see were doing the same thing. "Princess," Caitie commanded, "we need something to bandage your cubs and Sheila. Why don't you remove a few of their shirts?" Because he was on the perimeter of the group, Calvin was one of the first selected. He cringed as he heard the sound of the great cat's breathing and then felt her warm breath on the back of his neck. The next thing he felt was something at the back of his neck that he guessed was one of her claws. He closed his eyes and breathed a silent prayer, the first prayer he had said since he was a very small boy. Then he felt an amazingly fast motion down his spine and then could feel the tigress trying to remove the remains of his t-shirt that she had just sliced open from collar to hem. Sensing what she was trying to do, he raised his torso from the dirt and in an instant could feel the remains pulled from his body. When Princess brought the first shirt to Caitie, the girl used it to try to plug the ugly wound in Sheila's side, while Johnny and Kenny Carlson began to work on the two cubs. Meanwhile, Prince was dividing his attention between what the children were doing with the wounded and the eight remaining gang members who were all stretched out flat on the ground. When she had done all she felt she was able to do, and could see that the cubs had been treated as well as the boys' abilities permitted, Caitlin stood up and addressed the prone gang members. "Okay, guys, now here's what's going to happen: First, I'm asking Prince and Princess to carefully look at each of you and learn your characteristic scents. To make life easier for yourselves, when they come to you, get your face off the dirt so they can each get a really good look." Although her voice had been shaking from emotion when she began speaking, she had now calmed down. Then she continued, "I'm going to tell you a few things about these animals. First, they are Royal Bengal tigers. At home they routinely hunt over a range of twenty miles or so — roughly the area of metropolitan New York. Furthermore, while they normally hunt by sight, they have a very acute sense of smell, and an incredible olfactory memory. Since you're probably all sixth-grade dropouts, that means a memory for smells." Calvin Monroe mentally winced when he heard her words. Although he knew what "olfactory" meant, he was quite sure he was the only gang member who did. Meanwhile Caitie continued, "The police will be here shortly and will arrest you all. This time, though, your behavior in custody is going to be very different from what it has been. (I'm certain you've all seen the inside of a police station more than once. And you probably know the booking routine better than most of the officers.) This time you are all going to sing like canaries. You will not request a lawyer, you will not ask for a lawyer to be present during questioning, and you will answer every question as fully and truthfully as you possibly can. "Now why are you going to do this? Because if any of you appears on the street out of custody in less than ten years from today, you will be instantly dead! Do I make myself clear? Would you like to come and look at your former friends? You're welcome to do so if you wish. But I guess you probably don't want to look, do you? It is a bit messy. In fact, it's more than a bit messy. "But why will you be instantly dead?" she asked rhetorically. "Because the small animals lying here on the ground are these tigers' cubs. They love them as you would — or should — love your own children. "Moreover, they don't know about Miranda warnings, the rights of the accused and all the rest of that stuff. All they know is that each of you is a part of a gang that may have killed their children." Caitie paused for a moment and then continued, "There is one more point I should mention. Today, there were a dozen of you and only two of them. When they catch you, there will be only one of you and two of them. Have you ever seen a cat play with a mouse? Would you like to be their mouse? You will be, you know. You will ultimately wind up dead, of course, but after I don't know how many hours. And you know something else? I don't want to know, either." Turning to the two huge cats she said, "Okay, guys, why don't you take a look and get a good smell." To the gang members she said, "By the way, perhaps you might like to try your luck and run away before the tigers get a good look at you. I wouldn't advise it. Not unless you're awfully fast. Let me put it into perspective for you. These cats can maintain 35 miles per hour for hours at a time. Now that doesn't sound very fast, but it's doing 100 meters in 6.4 seconds. The world record is a fraction under 10. Anyone want to try?" Monroe just lay on the ground waiting. When he saw the two tigers come up to him, he raised his face from the ground and looked at them. He had never been so scared in his entire life. They were so close he could feel their hot breath on his shirtless body. When he looked at their eyes he saw the coldest green imaginable — the color of Arctic ice. When they went on toward the next guy, one of them casually stepped on his back knocking the breath out of him. He realized that either could have killed him in an instant. The Black Avengers like to think of ourselves as predators. Good lord, he thought, we don't know what the word means. These are predators. I guess guys like us made the city into a jungle. But a tiger's native habitat truly is the jungle. I guess it's only right, though. We made the city into a jungle and now we have jungle predators here with us. He vowed to himself he would do exactly as he had been told, and do it in spades! ------- Dan Murphy was woolgathering on the corner where he had left Sheila, Caitie, and their friends when he heard what he felt certain were shots coming from the park. While debating with himself about leaving his post, he then clearly heard the screams of the outraged tigers as they attacked. That sound settled the issue. Grabbing the radio microphone clipped to his shirt he called the dispatcher, identified himself and said, "Shots fired. Officer needs help." Then he gave his location as the location in the park — the open field — where he was almost certain his friends would be. Then he stopped traffic and raced across the street and into the park. He quickly reached the field and saw the people there. He almost gagged when he saw the pieces of the bodies of Ahmed and his senior henchmen. Then he was stunned to see the rest of the gang stretched out prone on the grass. Only then did he see the children caring for Sheila and the two tiger cubs. Stopping for a moment, he grabbed the microphone, called the dispatcher and requested a medevac helicopter to be dispatched along with a patrol wagon and the morgue wagon. "What's going on up there?" the dispatcher demanded. "I don't know yet, Sarge," Murphy replied. "But I see parts of what I guess are four bodies scattered around, as well as a seriously wounded girl. But there are also two wounded tiger cubs. And they're an endangered specie. Notify the SPCA to get one of their ambulances over here right away, too." Dan signed off immediately before giving the dispatcher time to ask any more questions. As he ran toward the group he tapped the back of his belt where his emergency first-aid kit was supposed to be. It was there. Reaching Sheila, he took out emergency dressings and replaced the now-blood-soaked rag stanching the flow of blood from her side. Sheila, although unconscious, seemed to sense Dan's presence. Her eyes blinked and then opened. He almost cried as he could almost literally see the pain in them. "I'm sorry, Dan," she murmured. "I wanted our next meeting to be a date, not a disaster." With a wan smile she reached out with her good left arm and whispered, "Please kiss me." When he leaned over, her hand rested on the back of his neck, then she pulled his head toward hers. When their lips met, it was like nothing Dan had ever experienced. He could feel the electricity between them and hear the bells. She released his head and murmured, "I love you, Daniel Murphy, with all of my heart. Thank you, darling, for my very best kiss..." With that she lapsed back into unconsciousness. Just then he heard one of the little cubs, Duke, communicate to his father, "Dad, we tried our best. Honest, we did. And Duchess was so neat! You should be so proud of her..." Looking over at the two, Murphy could see great tears start to flow from the eyes of the giant tiger. As gently as he could, Prince licked Duke's fur to clean off some of the blood. "My son, I'm very proud of you both. You did all you could do. I'm sure God is very proud of you, too." By this time the scream of sirens could be heard approaching from all directions. In just a moment the first of the squad cars patrolling in the area came bouncing across the open field. Before it had fully stopped, the second officer was out of the car with a riot gun in his hands. Within less than a minute, it was joined by three more. Moments later all of the surviving members of the Black Avengers were on their feet with their hands cuffed behind their backs with a small pile of seized weapons lying on the ground nearby. As the policemen were completing their task they could hear the chuffing of a helicopter's rotor as it settled to the ground. Instantly two EMTs were on the ground with a litter and racing toward Sheila. One of them took her microphone and radioed that the victim had suffered two gunshot wounds with the one near her midsection being life-threatening. In moments they had replaced the bandages with pressure dressings and were carrying Sheila back toward the helicopter. Seeing what was going on, Caitie, on the spur of the moment yelled, "Prince! Let's go! Princess will stay with the cubs. Johnny, look after them, will you?" With that she raced toward the helicopter whose rotor was starting to wind up preparatory to take-off. In spite of his desire to stay with his wounded children, Prince could no more refuse the request of an angel than he could fly. With a bound he was after her. As she scrambled into the open side door, he leaped in after her. The two EMTs looked at her with utter incredulity, but before either could say a word she said, "We're coming with you. Now move it!" The pilot didn't like the extra weight — Prince weighed over 600 pounds — but there was nothing he could do. Feeding maximum power to the engines, the craft rose from the ground, circled briefly for altitude, then headed east towards the East River where it turned south toward Bellevue Hospital. ------- Chapter 34 As they moved south down the river, Caitlin Fitzpatrick realized that the entire event had taken no more than about an hour from the time they left the Collins' apartment. For some reason, she had a premonition. Now with time to think she realized that Sheila was a foreign national and, in all likelihood, someone would have to authorize treatment for her. The craft settled towards its landing at the Bellevue Hospital Heliport on the East River at 23rd Street. Looking out the window Caitie was gratified to see a group waiting for them with a Gurney. No sooner had the helicopter touched down, but before the rotors had even slowed, the door was ripped open and Sheila was passed out to them, still strapped to the litter. Without a word being spoken, they raced for a door. After a very quick thank-you to the crew, Caitie raced after the retreating medical personnel with Prince at her side. Entering the vast hospital, Caitie was bewildered for a moment. Then she saw the back of one of the people who had been waiting for them. She ran after the woman and, even though she couldn't catch her, was able to maintain her in sight. When the group raced with the Gurney into an emergency treatment room, Caitie was content to wait outside. Finding an unoccupied chair, she sat down. Only then did she realize how exhausted she was. It had already been a long and very eventful day, and it wasn't over yet. Prince was sitting on the floor beside her chair in his house cat pose. Reaching out, Caitie stroked his fur and scratched behind his ear. Try as he might to maintain his regal pose, Prince moved his head closer to her and began to purr. Passers by were startled by the very loud, but very low-pitched sound. Turning his head towards her, Prince communicated, "Your parents are truly blessed, My Lady." "'My Lady'?" Caitie protested. "What, on earth, does that mean? I'm only an unkempt street urchin!" Slowly shaking his great head the tiger communicated, "You can't be serious! God Himself has proclaimed you his Littlest Angel!" Then raising one eyebrow he communicated, "And remember, Angel, that any virtue — even modesty — taken to excess can become a vice. Urchin? Not!" Slowly everything that she had heard that day began to penetrate. "You really mean it, darling Prince? I'm really not so bad?" To Prince's mind, the answer to that statement was so obvious, no answer was called for. Instead he just smirked — or a Royal Bengal tiger's version of one, anyway. Before Caitie could come up with a rejoinder, the door to the treatment room burst open. A man wearing a green surgical gown grabbed a nearby phone and placed a call. He drummed his fingers on the counter top waiting for the phone to be answered. Clearly, he was in a rush. Whatever it was, the matter was very urgent. The doctor snapped to attention when the phone was answered. "Mr. Sloan?" After a pause he said, "We have an emergency down here. A young female is here in Emergency. It's a gunshot case. Two bullets, both still in the body, one lodged in the shoulder while the other severed the small intestine and lodged against the spine. We need permission to operate immediately. The woman's life is in immediate danger. She will be dead if we do not begin to operate within the next twenty minutes!" He listened for a moment and then said, "Is that your last word?" A moment later he slammed down the phone and muttered, "You no-good bureaucratic son-of-a-bitch!" His shoulders slumped in defeat as he started to head back to the emergency treatment room. Jumping out of her chair, Caitie moved in front of him causing him to stop suddenly to keep from walking over her. "How is she, Doctor?" she asked softly. "Did you hear my conversation just now?" he responded. When Caitie nodded, he continued, "Then you know the story. And in case it wasn't obvious to you, he said, 'No way!'." "Doctor... ?" "Caulkins," the doctor replied. "Please begin preparations for the operation immediately. I will have the authorization within fifteen minutes. Is that time enough?" "I guess so," was the answer. "It will take us about that long to round up the surgical team and get her fully prepped." "Where is your wonderful Mr. Sloan, anyway?" Caitie asked. "And how do we get to his office?" As she asked her questions she nudged Prince. She knew that Bellevue was an enormous hospital, but she also knew that the tigers had an astonishing sense of place. Regardless of the complexity of the directions, Prince could get them there. When the doctor finished giving directions to Sloan's office, she grinned at the tiger and said, "Prince, I'm sure you can get us there a lot faster than I could. Would ... Could ... Is it possible for you to give me a ride?" "You would ride on me, Divine One?" Prince asked, utterly astonished at this development. "Could you carry me? Can you carry all my weight?" she asked with her eyes wide. Rather than answering, Prince dropped to the floor and lay there flat. Although she was skeptical, Caitie got on top of him astride his shoulders. To Prince, Caitie's weight was nothing at all. Getting to his feet he started to trot down the hall following the directions he had carefully memorized. Because the hospital's doors had been designed with Gurneys in mind, all Prince needed to do was push against them to get intervening doors to open. For Caitie, it was great fun. The tiger moved in a flowing pace that was incredibly smooth. She took the opportunity to gently stroke his head and his lovely coat. "This is such fun!" she cried. "Could we do it again, sometime?" Then with concern she added, "I'm not wearing you out, am I?" "Angel, I have never been so proud in my entire life!" Prince exclaimed. "Just imagine! Me! Just a tiger, carrying a real angel on my back." Then he assured her that he had often served as a marriage bed for his king and queen, Tom and Bobbie Conroy. "And one of my buddies, Rajah, often exercises with his mistress, Joyce Johnson, doing ballet movements while standing on his back. And she weighs at least three times as much as you do," he said, "and that's while he's running at full speed, too! And for that matter," he added, "she often takes a nap while on his back. Princess Joyce claims that our pace is very smooth with just enough sense of motion to lull her into a deep sleep." Turning his great head he inquired, "Do you find it so?" "It's so incredibly neat, it's beyond belief!" Caitie enthused. At one point Prince stopped at an elevator and told Caitie to press the "up" button. When the car arrived, rather than telling her the floor, with great care he extended a claw and pressed the proper button himself. He told her that he was being very careful so as not to hurt the button. Finally, they found themselves in the administrative headquarters of the great medical complex after passing through a series of increasingly elaborately decorated offices. Stopping in front of a door, Prince announced, "We're here, Little Angel." Then he lay down to allow Caitie to gracefully step down to the floor. "Dear Prince," Caitie whispered, "are you supposed to obey me in all things?" With his eyes wide, the great tiger could only nod his head rapidly. "In that case, it is my command that you call me Caitlin, or Caitie." With a lovely grin she announced, "I really like Caitie best!" Again, all the animal could do was nod. He was congenitally incapable of failing to carry out any request of hers. Then Caitie opened the door, and entered the office with Prince following proudly behind. They found themselves in the outer office, now empty on a Saturday, and could see a man sitting behind a large desk in the windowed office beyond. Presumably this was the Mr. Sloan whom she had come to see. Horace Sloan was sitting behind the desk engaged in his favorite occupation: shuffling papers. Horace was the consummate bureaucrat. At age forty, he was a veteran of over fifteen years of paper-pushing wars. Although a senior hospital administrator, he had next to no idea of the operation or mission of the hospital. But no matter: Paper pushing was paper pushing wherever it was found, and so were the bureaucrats. Horace operated on a single overriding principle that had served to further his career: Unless someone could show him in writing that he must do something, the answer was always "no." Since bureaucracies operated on the basis of number right minus at least ten times the number wrong, the easiest way to avoid making a mistake was to do as little as possible, and, at all costs, avoid taking the initiative. If a decision must be made, call a committee meeting to syndicate any risk. When he had received Dr. Caulkins' call a few minutes earlier, the decision was optional, so of course the answer was no. While he reviewed the papers in front of him, he considered the advisability of calling a committee meeting on Monday morning. Given the number of people who would need to attend, he figured it would be possible to schedule the meeting — on an emergency basis, of course — in as little as two weeks. The fact that the victim would be dead in an hour unless the operation was performed never even entered into his mental equation. He was wrapped up in his thoughts, trying to figure out who should be included in the meeting, so he did not notice the little girl until she was standing right in front of his desk. "Ahem!" Caitie said loudly to attract Sloan's attention. When he looked up, she continued, "You are Mr. Sloan, I presume?" Utterly baffled by this sudden event, Horace could only nod. "Great!" Caitie exclaimed with a very warm smile. "Then pick up your phone, call Dr. Caulkins, and authorize the emergency surgery immediately." By now Sloan had recovered from his surprise and adopted his customary pompous manner. "Little girl," he said sternly, "this is a restricted area. Leave immediately or I shall be forced to call security and have you removed!" "That would not be wise," Caitie said softly. Turning to Prince she said, "It wouldn't be too wise, would it, Prince? After all, Aunt Sheila's life is in immediate danger." Only then did Sloan become aware of the presence of the tiger. For some reason the animal had seemed to almost blend into the surroundings. "My God!" Sloan exclaimed. "What is that ... that beast!?" "Prince," Caitie continued, "why don't you go around the desk, introduce yourself, and explain to Mr. Sloan why he wants to give Dr. Caulkins immediate permission for the operation." Prince seemed almost to flow around the desk, so gracefully did he move. Then sitting in his house cat pose with his tail neatly wrapped around his left paw, he extended his right to shake hands. Sloan, frozen into immobility, did nothing. With a little shrug, Prince lowered his paw to the floor and then his demeanor changed dramatically. From behaving like an overgrown cat, he was instantly a deadly tiger. His green eyes changed from warmth to glacial ice. Baring his teeth, he emitted a growl that just grew in volume and intensity until it seemed to echo from the walls of the office. "That's enough, Prince," Caitie said softly. "I think you were very eloquent in your explanation." Turning to Sloan who was now white as a sheet and visibly shaking she said, "You did understand Prince, didn't you, Mr. Sloan? Or perhaps you would like additional reasons?" With his jaw open, Sloan was incapable of speech. All he could do was to shake his head. Once he began, he just continued, moving his head from side to side faster and faster. "I didn't think you needed any more reasons, either," the girl said, "but I just wanted to make sure. Now why don't you pick up the phone ... No! Wait. Knowing that you're a career bureaucrat — you certainly look the part, by the way — I'm sure there's some form you should sign, too. There is, isn't there?" Again, Sloan could only nod. When he was finally able to speak, he told her in a quavering voice what the form was and where they were kept. Obtaining the form, Caitie carefully filled it out while Prince remained with his great head only inches from Sloan's face. Whenever the man looked like he was about to move, Prince let out a very low-pitched growl. When he did, Sloan could feel the tiger's hot breath on his face. He remained still in his seat. In fact, he appeared to be almost welded to it. After carefully reviewing the form, Caitie cleared away some papers and put it on the desk. "Prince, darling, perhaps you should back up a few inches so Mr. Sloan can get to his desk. Right now he seems to be having some trouble moving." When he picked up a pen, Sloan's hand was shaking so badly he could hardly hold it. Caitie frowned and said, "Sir, have you seen a neurologist lately? Your nerves ... Well, frankly, they seem to be shot. Perhaps it would be better if you practiced signing your name a few times before you try signing the form. I would hate to have to fill out another one. After all, we really don't have much time." With perverse delight, she turned over one of the papers on the desk and told him to practice signing his name. The papers on the desk, initially organized into a number of neat piles, were now scattered all over its top. It'll take him a week to sort things out after this, she thought. Oh well, it will keep him out of trouble. After several attempts, Sloan finally regained enough control to legibly sign his name. At this point Caitie moved the form in front of him and indicated the place for him to sign as authorizing hospital officer. Having done so, he looked fearful as he looked into her face. "That's neat!" she exclaimed. "Now why don't you pick up your phone and call Dr. Caulkins? There's no time to waste." Sloan dialed the extension and spoke to Dr. Caulkins, giving the approval. He looked annoyed when Caulkins obviously asked about the written authorization form — he considered his authority to have been challenged — but assured him that it was signed and on his desk. A copy for the patient's record would be down very soon. As he was about to hang up the phone, Caitie asked for it. When he passed the receiver to her, she spoke to the doctor. "Dr. Caulkins, this is Caitlin Fitzpatrick. How is my aunt doing? Is everything all set?" "We're just completing the preparations. But there's going to be a problem, I'm afraid." Struck by a pang of fear, Caitie asked with her voice quavering, "What's the problem?" "Miss Quinn's blood type is A-B Positive, and we don't have enough blood for the operation, I'm afraid. We could use plasma, but it's not nearly as good, and there's not enough time to get more whole blood from the central blood bank. More is on the way but it will take at least three hours for it to arrive, and we don't have that much—" "How soon do you need it?" Caitie interrupted. "Within an hour," he replied. "We have enough to get started on, but not enough to complete the operation." "I'll be down in twenty minutes or less," Caitie replied. "I'm A-B Positive, too." "But you can't possibly," the doctor protested. "You're much too young—" "She is blood of my blood, and flesh of my flesh," the girl interrupted again. "I can, and I will. My aunt will not die if there's anything I can do about it." "But we need too much—" "You can have all of my blood, Doctor! Is that clear? Or should I have my tiger, Prince, explain the advantages to you?" Caulkins conceded defeat and told Caitie where to report. This time she activated the speaker phone feature so Prince could hear the doctor's directions. Hanging up the phone, she asked Sloan if it was necessary to dial "9" to get an outside line. He nodded but then said, "But you can't use that phone! It's for official use only. You can't use it for personal calls!" With an expression of utter disgust, Caitie reached into the small pocket in her jeans and took out a folded one-hundred dollar bill that her parents insisted she always carry in case of emergency. After carefully unfolding it and smoothing it out, she placed it on the center of his desk — after scrambling more papers — dialed "9" and then the Collins' phone number. She had just realized that it was unlikely that any of the people at the party knew anything that had happened yet. She immediately recognized Colette's voice when the phone was answered. She asked to speak to her mother. Colette instantly recognized the sound of stress in Caitie's voice and ran off for Kelly. The wedding party had just reached the point of cutting the cake; the children had not yet been missed. When Kelly came to the phone, she said, "What's up, honey?" As quickly and as clearly as she could, Caitie related the events of the last couple of hours. She concluded by saying, "Mom, the cubs and Princess are at the SPCA animal hospital. I think it's on the East Side, somewhere." Then her voice changed and almost broke as she said, "Mommy, I want you and Daddy both to know that a girl couldn't have a finer set of parents than you two. I've loved you from the moment I was conceived, and my love has only grown since then. If ... if anything should happen to me, I just want you to know." Before her mother could reply, Caitie hung up. Leaving an utterly shaken and bewildered Horace Sloan in his office, Caitie, again riding on Prince's back, was taken back to the operating room. Arriving there, Caitie just shook her head firmly and looked meaningfully at Prince when Dr. Caulkins tried to renew the argument against her giving blood. Instead, he just drew a blood sample and sent it off to be analyzed. While they were waiting, Caitie asked if there was some place where she could take a quick shower, explaining that if she was going to be in the operating room, she should be clean. She disappeared into a bathroom off the office where they were meeting. A few minutes later, Caitie appeared with her hair wet and her naked body dripping. She announced that there weren't any towels in the shower and she didn't want to dry herself with her dirty clothes. After he found a towel and gave it to her, she began to dry herself off. Sensing that Dr. David Caulkins was pure of heart, Prince communicated, "Doctor, please look deeply into Caitlin's eyes. Please." The doctor was utterly stunned when he realized that the mental communication had come from the giant tiger. "Yes, Doctor, we can communicate with anyone whose heart is pure. Yours is. Now please look." Pulling Caitie over to him, Caulkins wrapped the big towel around her body and used a loose end to dry her hair. When it was dry, she just shook her head hard and it was again its normal gamine cap. "My wife is going to hate you, Caitie, when I tell her what you just did. Instead of spending hours on your hair like she says she must, you just shake your head and it looks perfect." Then looking into her eyes as the tiger had asked, he almost drowned in the depths of her goodness and love. "You see, Doctor," Prince explained, "Caitlin is God's Littlest Angel. Honestly, she is. I'm sure you've heard about all the poor souls in Purgatory? Well, there are none. Caitlin emptied the place out — and keeps it empty. That includes poor people who died hundreds of years ago who had no one to pray for them. Believe me when I say that they are all on their knees praying to Almighty God to protect his Littlest Angel from any harm." Prince paused for a moment and then continued, "I might as well be honest and tell you that I am torn. On the one hand, my highest duty is to prevent her from any harm. On the other, I must obey her in all things. I must! I'm sure you will find that her blood is an absolutely perfect match to Sheila Quinn's. Now, although I'm shaking with fear, can we get on with it?" Caulkins found a small surgical gown for Caitie to wear, then he called in nurses with a Gurney. Before getting up on the wheeled stretcher, she leaned over to kiss the great cat, being careful not to touch his coat and pick up any germs. "My darling Prince, I really want to hug you, but I can't. Instead, I'll just have to settle for telling you that you are the greatest tiger of them all. I love you!" This time she unleashed more of the power of her kiss. Caulkins and the nurses were astonished as the huge cat just fell over sideways and lay on the floor unconscious. With a grin she told the doctor, "That should hold him for a while. This way he'll stay out of trouble." When she was wheeled into the surgical amphitheater, they were about to administer sodium Pentothal to Sheila. Caitie asked if they could wait a moment. With her Gurney beside Sheila, she leaned over, kissed the girl and whispered, "Aunt Sheila, I love you so very much..." Then with a nod, she lay flat on the table as the operation began. As it progressed, the operating team found that they needed more and more blood. Caitie was fully conscious but had her eyes closed. When she heard Caulkins say they could take no more, in spite of the weakness she was feeling she raised herself on her elbows and said, "I have more, Doctor. I said to use it. All of it, if necessary! Do you understand?" Looking into her eyes, Caulkins saw a bright fire burning in her brilliant blue eyes and found he couldn't argue. Moreover, he remembered what he had learned from the tiger about Caitlin being "the Littlest Angel." He ordered the anaesthesiologist who controlled the blood flow to continue. When the other doctor began to protest, Caulkins just said, "Do it! You heard her, now do it!" Hearing the doctor's words, Caitie finally relaxed. When the operation ended, it was successful as far as Sheila was concerned. She would recover. But Dr. Bill Dawson, the anaesthesiologist, looked gray. "Dave, I don't know about the little girl. I guess I took more than four pints of her blood. She's not an adult and I don't know how much the poor kid has. An adult has about eight pints, but at her size, I doubt if she's got as many as six. What happened? Why did you go along with it?" Shaking his head, he added, "I'm afraid I'm going to have to report this to the Ethics and Practices Committee." "You should, Bill," Caulkins replied. "But I had to do it." Then he explained what he had learned and said, "This girl is like no one else alive in the world. If all of the saints, the angels in Heaven, and God Himself, can do it — and they certainly can — Caitlin Fitzpatrick will be fine. "To put it into perspective for you, Bill, before coming into surgery Caitie kissed this giant Bengal tiger on the cheek — and knocked the poor thing out! I'm not kidding. Her kiss is so powerful she could render a giant tiger unconscious — and did!" He paused for a moment and said, "Look, I know the Quinn woman should be in Surgical Intensive Care, but let's put her in a private room with Caitlin. I'll make arrangements for private nurses to be with her, and we can wire her for sound there, too. Okay with you? "I want Caitie with her, and it's only fair. By the way, when is that blood supposed to get here? I want to transfuse Caitie as soon as we can." ------- Chapter 35 While Caitie was en route to Bellevue, John Taylor, Kris Clifford, and Kenny Carlson got into the back of the SPCA ambulance along with Princess. Although the attendants were opposed to the children riding in the ambulance, it took only a single low growl from the tigress to change their minds. While they were moving as quickly as they could through the Saturday traffic on the East Side, the children watched as the EMTs in the vehicle treated the wounded animals as best they could. One of them picked up a microphone, and they could hear him radio ahead to the hospital, "It really looks bad. We have two tiger cubs, one male and one female. The male has been hit by three bullets, the female by two. Our ETA is about three minutes. Get two ORs ready. You're going to need them." When he signed off, Johnny Taylor said, "Sir, I think they would feel better if you called them by their names. The male is Duke, and the female is Duchess. This is their mother, Princess." Looking at the giant animal who had been sitting quietly like a house cat, the attendant was amazed. He realized that, even though she was sitting quietly, in spite of the lurching and sudden movements to get around stopped cars, the creature had not apparently moved a muscle nor had she moved an inch in the speeding ambulance. Now, looking into her eyes, he realized there were great tears flowing down her furry cheeks. "She's sure you will do everything possible to save her children," Johnny said quietly. "She would be delighted to do anything in her power to save them, and she wants to know if you need any of her blood. She's certain it would be a perfect match." The attendant, Mike Smith, looked at the huge tigress. When he did, he saw her eagerly nod her head. "My God!" he gasped. "It's almost as if she knows what I'm saying." "But of course she does," Kenny replied. "She and Prince can even read. Of course they do have trouble turning the pages, but now with the computer they're really funny. We have a big screen on ours — it's 21 inches — and there they'll sit side by side, just eating it all up. They're really very intelligent." Then his eyes filled with tears as he continued, "And we really adore the cubs. Please do whatever you possibly can for them. Our whole family will be eternally grateful. Right, Kris? Right, Johnny?" Both of the children solemnly agreed. Mike didn't know if they were teasing him or not, but they certainly appeared to be sincere. He was utterly baffled. Just then the driver shouted back, "We're here. Grab on tight!" Everyone held on as the big truck came to a screeching stop, then backed into a tight turn. A moment later the driver set the brakes while the rear doors were being thrown open. In moments the two wounded cubs were being rushed into waiting surgeries. As Princess expected, they did need blood, and as she knew, hers was a perfect match. It was funny really to see the staff of the animal hospital dealing with a giant Royal Bengal tiger. Although they were frightened to be in the presence of such a famous carnivore, she behaved better than any house cat they had ever treated. The hospital's staff of veterinary surgeons was one of the very finest in the world. When the first surgeon came out of the operating room where he had been operating on Duchess, sweat was pouring off his brow as he pulled off his blood-stained rubber gloves. He leaned back against the waiting room wall for a moment, took a deep breath, and said softly, "She'll be fine." He shook his head and said, "She is the finest, healthiest young creature it's ever been my pleasure to treat." Before he could say more, Princess was before him, gently kissing his hand. When he looked down at her, she looked up and he was amazed to see great tears flowing down her furry cheeks. "Princess wants you to know how grateful she is for saving her little girl's life," Ken Carlson said softly. "And while she certainly doesn't want to scare you, she would like to give you a kiss." The surgeon was stunned when he heard Ken's words. But when he nodded, he was even more amazed at what happened next. Sitting up straight in front of him on her haunches, the tigress wrapped her huge forelegs around his waist, pulled him close to her furry breast, and then kissed him softly full on the lips. Impossibly, the man could feel love and joy and great thanks in the kiss. Reaching out, he put his arms around her great neck as far as he could reach and kissed her. As he did, he ran his hands over her magnificent fur. When he released her, he extended his hand and said, "It is truly a great honor to meet you. What's your name? Mine is Jake Carter." The tigress extended her right paw and Carter took it in both hands. "Thank you, Dr. Carter," she communicated. "This is an even greater honor for me. My name is Princess, and thank you so much for saving my little girl's life. She's so innocent and so sweet!" Carter was so stunned, he almost fell over. "But ... but what happened? It was almost like this tiger was talking!" "She was," Kenny said quietly. "And thank you, sir, from all of us." A few minutes later, the surgeon came out from the other surgery, even more tired than Jake Carter had been. He announced that little Duke would make it, too. The poor doctor was almost knocked over as Princess, now utterly overjoyed, could not thank him enough. Just then, Ken Carlson arrived at the hospital along with Jeff Collins. They immediately shared in the joy of the animal that her cubs would live. Princess then left the room to go to her cubs and see for herself that they were all right. The group's joy was short-lived however, because a few minutes later two important-looking people arrived at the hospital. The leader, Cameron Cummins, announced that, as president of the New York Chapter of People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals, he had come to rescue these endangered creatures from the people who held them captive. With him was a uniformed officer of the U.S. Bureau of Fisheries & Wildlife, charged with enforcement of Federal endangered-species regulations. Cummins' pomposity almost sickened Ken, but after Cummins demanded a place for a meeting, they all went to a vacant office. As Ken expected, Cummins immediately took the seat in a swivel chair behind a big desk, a position he felt to be one of authority. Without even bothering to introduce himself to the others, Cummins was about to start right in, when there was a sharp knock on the door. Being closest to it, Ken opened it for Princess who sat down beside his chair and looked around attentively. It was apparent that Cummins appreciated what he saw as his advantage in being separated by the desk from the wild creature. Beginning, he said, "It's obvious that you have been cruelly treating theses animals! Just look at this poor, malnourished creature! Why, I can almost see his rib bones protruding..." "Princess is a she, not a he," Ken corrected. Then he looked at Princess and saw her pink tongue was sticking out at him. "Now wait a stinking minute, Princess! Not buying you and Prince pizzas every night is not what this gentleman has in mind..." "Of course it isn't," Cummins interrupted. "The idea! Pizza for tigers! Utterly ridiculous." "I told you so," Ken told her looking smug but at the same time winking his left eye which was out of Cummins' sight line. "What a pompous jackass!" Princess communicated. "Who is he?" Communicating mentally, Ken quickly filled her in and then suggested they have some fun. "Neat!" she thought. "Prince had so much fun with that idiot at the TV station, and Rajah did, too, at the circus. But I missed it all. Can I play, too?" Ken assured her that she could. In fact, he was counting on her to play a starring rôle. Remembering the experience of Tom and Bobbie Conroy with Jack and Joyce Johnson, Ken decided to have some fun. "Princess," he said, "it's been a very tiring day. I need to stretch out. How about it, big girl?" Princess managed to look aggrieved, but lay down on the floor with her head up. Ken stretched out on her back and used her huge head as a head rest. "Much better!" he proclaimed. Then to Cameron Cummins he said, "You were saying something about abuse?" "I certainly was!" he stated emphatically. "Just look at that poor beast! Kept constantly drugged..." In an instant, Ken was unceremoniously dumped on the floor as the huge cat, responding to his mental command, leaped over the desk and confronted Cummins who was seated in a high-backed leather-covered swivel chair. Her paws were on both of the arms and her face was only inches from his as she bared her teeth and let out a loud and very ominous growl. "Damn it, Princess, this is my best suit, too. Why do you always have to be in such a damned big rush?" Ken asked querulously. Then he appeared to think for a moment, shook his head and said, "Of course, Mr. Cummins, you did ask for it. There are few things these cats are more sensitive to than even a hint that they take drugs. Why Princess had nothing, even when she gave birth to her cubs. She wouldn't take any chances with them, so she endured the pain of labor with no help of any kind." When he said that, her giant head nodded up and down. To the officer of the Fisheries & Wildlife Service, John Evans, he said, "And I would keep your hand away from your weapon, officer. I understand that they found the gun used to shoot the cubs. The guy's hand was still gripping it ... But of course the hand was about twenty feet away from the guy's body, if you get my meaning. Let's just say that these cats have claws that are truly razor sharp." Continuing to look at the officer he shook his head and continued, "You know, the safest thing you could do would be for you to give it to me." With his hand shaking, Evans did exactly that. In an instant Ken had ejected its clip, pulled back the slide to ensure there was no round in the chamber, released the slide and put it on a shelf well beyond Evans' reach. Turning back to Cummins, he saw that the man was ashen and he was trembling like a leaf. "Princess, dear, I think Mr. Cummins is having trouble breathing." Pretending to study the situation, he finally said, "It must be his collar. It's much too tight. Do you think you could loosen it for him?" With her great paws on the arms of the chair the tigress slowly extended her claws fully from her paws. As she did, Cummins' eyes widened as he saw them get longer and longer. Ken, seeing his fascination, commented, "They really are quite remarkable, aren't they? The full span of her claws is about ten inches ... as some hoodlums found out quite painfully earlier this afternoon. They're about five inches long, fully extended. Now Princess, to avoid unnecessary embarrassment, why don't you show Mr. Cummins how sharp they are? "Cummins, put your hand flat on the desk!" Ken ordered. Afraid not to although his hand was shaking, he put it flat on the desk. In her daintiest fashion Princess put the heel of her right paw on the desk and again slowly extended her claws. Cummins looked like a bird trapped by a cat. He's literally scared stiff, Ken thought. Using extraordinary control, Princess extended her claws millimeter by millimeter towards the back of the man's hand. They came in contact with the back of his hand, and then a tiny bit farther. Five spots of blood appeared as her claws penetrated his skin. Then in the blink of an eye, the claws were retracted and the tigress dropped down to the floor in her house cat pose beside Cummins chair. "My God!" Evans murmured. "I have never seen or heard of anything like that." "You probably don't know much about tigers, either," Carlson commented drily. Turning to Jeff Collins who was relaxing in a comfortable chair, he asked, "What did you think, Jeff? You've never really seen our friends before, have you?" "As a matter of fact, I did," Jeff replied. "When we were the guests of Andy and Jack Taylor in Vermont, Kris Bradley was there with Sasha." He shook his head and said, "They needed to thin out the deer herd a bit, and Sasha took care of it for them. The neatest, cleanest kills I've ever seen." "Did he eat any of them?" Ken inquired. "Eat them? You've got to be kidding. All he ever wants is his anchovy and peppers pizza! Can you imagine? A Royal Bengal tiger who only wants to eat pizza? I ask you? His ancestors must be spinning in their graves." At that Princess jumped up with her paws on the desktop and glared at Jeff, then growled. "Okay, okay, I know you and Prince exist on pepperoni pizzas with extra cheese. But anchovy and peppers? Give me a break!" Appearing mollified, Princess returned to her house cat pose. "Good heavens!" Evans exclaimed. "Are you suggesting that these animals actually hunt?" "How much do you really know about Royal Bengal tigers?" Jeff inquired, seemingly bored with the whole thing. "Other than that they're on the endangered species list, of course." Evans just slowly shook his head. "Well, first of all, in their natural habitat, a single pair of tigers will range across about 400 square miles — roughly twenty miles on a side. They are utterly fearless. Today, for example, those very young cubs, protecting the kids, attacked and killed two felons who were about three times their size. But then you know what their parents did. It's a shame, really." "What's a shame?" Evans asked, bewildered. "I don't think you can stop a raging adult tiger with much less than an artillery shell. If it's attacking, you may shoot it. You might even kill it. But it will kill you, too. Bet on it!" Looking thoughtful, he continued, "Let me tell you about my Vermont experience. First of all, Sasha could have eliminated the entire herd in a morning if he had wanted to. Aside from Sasha being triple the size of any deer, he's far faster, far quicker, can climb trees, can swim ... There's no getting away from him. And stalk? Unbelievable! "What he did was, first, survey the entire herd of deer and then report to the family. We figured out how many deer the area could comfortably support and that left about ten too many. So Sasha went out, selected the oldest and the weakest and culled them from the herd. It took him about three hours to kill the selected ten." He shook his head and added, "And then it took us the better part of two days to butcher the damned things. And Sasha didn't even help." Looking at Evans he asked, "You've seen how sharp their claws are. Don't you think the least he could have done would have been to cut the things up into steaks and stuff?" "You're kidding, aren't you?" Evans said. "I mean ... Reporting back? How?" "These animals are remarkably smart," Ken replied. "For example, it's fascinating to watch Prince and Princess with the computer. Of course, until we got that CD changer, it was a pain in the butt for us — always having to put new software disks in for them. But now they entertain themselves by the hour — and they're unbeatable in those shoot-'em-up computer games. No human has reflexes nearly as fast as theirs." By this time Cummins was recovering from his near-catatonic state. Looking at him, Ken said, "Princess, I'm afraid his collar really is too tight. We started on it, but you never finished the job. Why don't you loosen it for him?" In an instant Princess had turned the swivel chair so it was facing her, put both her huge paws on the arms, then raised her right paw. With her claws fully extended she carefully placed one behind his shirt collar. Then, faster than the blink of an eye, her paw moved downward to his crotch. In what was apparently a single fluid motion, she was back on the floor in her house cat position. However, Cummins' clothing was now opened up from his collar to his crotch. She had even severed his belt as if she had used a razor blade. There was also a single line down his body beginning at his neck that was oozing only a drop or two of blood along its entire length. Evans jumped out of his chair and came around the desk to look at Cummins more closely. Jeff followed suit. While Evans was utterly astonished, Jeff appeared idly curious. After looking at the man for a moment, he returned to his seat. Evans remained and gently slapped Cummins' face. "Cameron? Cameron Cummins? Can you hear me?" Slowly the man revived and then it was as if he realized what had happened. "John! We must act. This animal is dangerous. It must be destroyed—" Shaking his head, Evans interrupted, "No, Cameron, we won't. In the first place, it is a member of an endangered species. In the second place, it is one of the most intelligent creatures I have ever met. You, Cameron, because of your pomposity, were the butt of a huge joke played on you by a tiger!" Spinning on his heel, he glared at Princess and said, "Admit it! You've been teasing this poor man, haven't you?" At that Princess lay down of the floor and covered her eyes with her paws. Or almost did. He could see her watching from one only partially-covered eye. "You're quite an actress, Princess, I must say! But now that the performance is over, aren't you going to take your bow?" At that she stood up straight while sitting on her haunches and made a perfect little bow. After she straightened up again, she stuck out the tip of her pink tongue at him. Evans howled with laughter. "All right, Cummins, let's get the hell out of here and leave these people alone." When Cummins started to protest, Evans merely pointed to the door. But turning to Ken, he asked, "How is she as a mother? I'll bet she's just great, isn't she?" "Well, you saw the results today. Those tiny things almost sacrificed their lives to protect our kids. They have an incredible love of God, love of family ... And we're very much a part of their family, as they are of ours. Pets? What a joke! They're friends, companions, and most of all, protectors. Needless to say, we really don't need burglar alarms. Can you imagine a burglar in his right mind taking on one of these guys?" Evans slowly shook his head. "I can't, either." Extending his hand, Evans shook hands with Ken and then Jeff. "I apologize, sir. It's apparent to me that you're doing more for the Royal Bengal tigers than any other person or organization in the world." Looking at Cummins who still appeared catatonic, he added, "I guess I'll try to move Cameron and get out of your hair. But with his size, I could use a little help." With a wink, Jeff Collins ducked out the door. A few moments later he was back with a stainless-steel Gurney used to move animals. Between them, he and Ken effortlessly lifted Cummins from his chair and deposited him, none too gently, face down on the litter. Before leaving the office, Ken retrieved Evans' automatic and gave it back butt first. After carefully putting it back in its holster, they rolled the Gurney out the door and then out to the street. Evans opened the rear door of their sedan parked at the curb, and the two men unceremoniously dumped the PETA executive into the back seat, and then slammed the door. After waving good-bye to Evans, they went back into the animal hospital. There they found Princess pacing the floor waiting for them. It was all Ken and Jeff could do to keep from breaking up with laughter watching the expressions on the faces of the people in the lobby area. "Princess, darling, I think you're upsetting these people," Ken said softly. The tiger instantly stopped her pacing, sat in her house cat pose and looked at him with her eyes wide. She was such a large animal that even seated, the top of her head was chest-high on him. "Honey, they're afraid you're angry. We know better. You just want to be with your cubs, don't you?" The huge cat just solemnly nodded her head. Turning to the people sitting around in various stages of nervousness, Ken said, "Folks, this is Princess. Her two cubs were badly wounded by a gang of thugs in Central Park earlier this afternoon. I'm happy to report that operations on both were completely successful. The cubs will fully recover. Princess knows this, but she wants to be with them when they awaken from their anaesthesia. They're really very young, and having their mother beside them would be a great comfort. I'm sure you all understand and would feel the same way about your own children." There was an audible and general sigh of relief from the people. Then to Princess he said, "Honey, why don't you go around and shake hands with the people. It's apparent they really do understand your concern." To the utter amazement of the people, Princess did exactly that. She stopped in front of each person, sat in her house cat pose and held up her right paw to shake. The first woman barely touched it, but after the second, a man held her huge paw with both hands and gently shook it. Then he reached out and scratched her behind the ear. When he did, she emitted a soft, happy purr. This broke the ice, and by the time she greeted the last visitor she was considered to be a friend of them all. After making arrangements for the tiger to stay with her cubs, they found the children just completing statements to police officers regarding the events of the afternoon. Leaving the hospital, they found the Collins new chauffeur, Bill Canby, waiting with the his Rolls limousine. Getting in, Jeff quickly called the apartment and was assured that everything was now under control. Andy Taylor and Kelly Fitzpatrick had gone down to Bellevue. They had just called to say that everything was under control. Jeff told Bill Canby to head home, and he and Ken, along with the children, relaxed back against the seats. ------- Chapter 36 While Ken and Jeff had raced over to the SPCA hospital, Andy and Kelly were driven down to Bellevue. When she told Sam Duncan what had happened, he picked up the microphone of the radio connected to the police net and spoke a few words. Like the Collins' Rolls, it, too, was equipped with hidden red light flashers and a siren. He had traveled only a block when a police cruiser cut in front of them and, with its siren wailing, cleared a path for them to the FDR Drive, and then downtown. Jim Fletcher was also on the staff at Bellevue and knew his way around both its bureaucracy and its labyrinthine hallways. He had given Sam explicit directions to the Emergency Room entrance where he figured Sheila and Caitie would be. Entering the sprawling complex, the two women looked around and almost laughed when they saw Prince in the corner of the entrance lobby trying to make himself as small and unobtrusive as possible. For a Royal Bengal tiger, weighing over 600 pounds, that wasn't very small. Seeing the women, he jumped to his feet and communicated, "We don't have a moment to lose. Please get on my back, both of you. I can get you to Caitlin's room far faster than you could get there any other way." The two women looked at each other and shrugged. They were both wearing cocktail dresses, but just hiked the skirts up to their hips and got on astride the tiger's back. Looking down at her bare leg, Andy shrugged and said, "I guess my legs aren't really that bad, are they? It's a good thing they're tanned, or they'd look really yucky!" Kelly just giggled. To facilitate their boarding, Prince was lying flat on the floor. The instant they were settled, with Andy in front and Kelly holding her around the waist, the huge animal got to his feet and smoothly trotted off down a corridor. His gait was so smooth and flowing neither woman had any real sense of motion, yet they were weaving in and out, passing hurrying people moving in the same direction at a speed at least triple theirs. After a series of twists and turns and two separate elevator rides, they passed a nursing station where Prince totally ignored the gasps of amazement from the two nurses there and finally stopped at the door of a room. Gently nudging the door open with his nose, Prince entered the room and immediately dropped flat on the floor to let the women off. They found themselves in a room — one of the very best in the facility, they found out later — with two beds. There was a curtain drawn separating the two beds, and they couldn't see the one closest to the window. But on the nearest bed they saw Caitie with her arms around a doctor's neck. As they entered, they heard her say, "I'll tell Mommy and Gram as soon as they get here, Dr. Caulkins. Everything that happened was all me!" Then she kissed him again with all of her power causing the poor men to almost collapse on top of her. Seeing the two women, she exclaimed, "Thank you, God! They're here." When Caulkins stood up, the women were able to get a good look at Caitie and were utterly appalled. While just hours before Caitie had been the picture of health, now she looked incredibly pale and drawn in spite of her deep tan. In fact, her tanned face had a very strange pasty-gray look. When Andy looked at Caulkins, she was shocked. The man was crying. Tears were streaming down his cheeks. "We're losing her, I'm afraid." Then he slumped down in a chair beside the bed and bawled. As weak as she was, Caitie reached out her hand, took his and just held it. Although her voice was weak she said, "Mommy and Gram, it's all my fault. Dr. Caulkins didn't want to do it, and the anaesthesiologist, Dr. Dawson, just about rebelled. I threatened to get Prince into the OR and make them. So it's all me. I did it to myself!" "But what did she do?" Kelly asked. "What's happened to her?" Looking up at her while still slumped in the chair, Caulkins replied, "She donated over four pints of her blood!" With his eyes still tearing he continued, "Can you believe it? She's only a little girl and Bill Dawson says he doesn't know how much blood she has, but doubts it's as much as six. This poor girl is running on empty. And now it's much too late. The blood shipment isn't due here for at least two more hours, and there's just no way..." After rising slowly from his chair he extended his hand and said, "I'm Dick Caulkins. As you probably gathered, I'm the surgeon on this case." Then he looked puzzled and said, "But who are you two? I heard Caitie say 'Gram' and 'Mom, ' but that can't be right. Kelly's irrepressible sense of humor asserted itself. With her brows knitted, she looked puzzled. "But what's the problem? I don't understand." Then feigning understanding she exclaimed, "Of course! You've probably never met a woman who delivered at the age of nine! That's it, isn't it?" Then she extended her hand and said, "Hello, Dr. Caulkins. I'm Kelly Fitzpatrick, Caitlin's mother. I guess our little imp said it all: You did what she ordered you to do, and for that we're very grateful." Turning to Andy, she said, "And this is my mother, Andy Taylor." Focusing on Andy for the first time, Caulkins' jaw dropped. "But ... but ... but you can't possibly! Good grief, girl, you're not eighteen! You can't possibly..." Then looking at the two women together he said, "You're the same age..." "We are like hell!" Andy exclaimed. "I'll have you know I'm almost forty-three years old. And, for your information, my daughter, Kelly, is almost thirty-three. I'm the one who gave birth at ten, not her!" With that she stuck out the tip of her pink tongue at him. Realizing that the two women, who were at least as concerned about Caitie as he was, were trying to tease him out of his blue funk, he just shook his head and said, "I guess it's in the genes, isn't it?" "What is?" Kelly asked, baffled by his response. "Your need to comfort the afflicted," he replied simply. "She is her mother's daughter, as are you, Mrs. Fitzpatrick." Shaking his head again, he continued, "But we're losing her..." At that instant the door opened with a bang and Bill Dawson came in carrying a blood bag. Without a word to anyone he instantly connected its tube to the needle already placed in Caitlin's arm. In moments they could all see the bag of blood drain with incredible rapidity. A few moments later, when the bag was three-quarters empty, a nurse rushed in with another, and moments later another came in with a third. As soon as the first was empty, Dawson switched them. Although the blood continued to rush out of it, the second didn't empty as fast as the first. By the time the third bag had been connected, the people in the room could see an incredible change in Caitie. Color was coming back into her face, her breathing was far more even and less labored, and she seemed to be relaxing. At this point Dawson seemed to visibly relax. It was as if a huge weight had just been removed from his shoulders. "Dear God, thank you!" he breathed. Then a bit louder he said, "I guess the age of miracles isn't yet past, is it. She's going to make it!" "But where... ? How... ?" Caulkins asked, utterly baffled. Before Dawson could reply, another man entered the room. This man was wearing casual clothes and still had his right sleeve partially rolled up. He was carrying another blood bag, the fourth pint. After looking at Caitie he murmured, "Thank God!" Looking at Dawson he asked, "We were in time, weren't we?" Dawson just grinned, nodded, and said, "You sure were! But just." The man then turned to the two women and said, "How do you do? I'm Fred Franklin, chairman of the board at Children's Hospital. Bill Dawson, here, was calling everyone looking for A-B Positive blood. Thankfully, he reached someone at Children's who had some brains. She asked him who it was for, and he replied, 'Caitlin Fitzpatrick.' "That was all our woman needed to hear. You see we still have Caitie's records in our computer, including her complete blood work-up. Although we didn't have any blood that matched in our blood bank, she went through the computer and found everyone whose blood did match. I'm one of them. She contacted all the people on the list. Anyway, we rushed down here, and I guess we were in time." By this time Caitlin had recovered remarkably. Seeing Franklin she said, "Thank you, Mr. Franklin, for saving my life." Tears were flowing down her cheeks as she continued, "There's nothing more I can say, except thank you..." Going to her bedside Franklin said, "Caitie, one of the donors is Nurse Moore. Do you remember her?" Caitie slowly shook her head. "Well, honey, she certainly remembers you. Everyone at Children's remembers you! I've heard the story dozens of times about how, every morning, you would go to the nursing station and apologize for disturbing them with your crying at night. You couldn't understand why they always cried when you did. Caitie, Nurse Moore was one of those night nurses. 'She's the bravest girl on the face of this earth, ' she said. And you know what? She's absolutely right! And I think the first blood you received today was hers. She utterly adores you. In fact, she's expecting a baby now and plans to name it Caitlin after you, if it's a girl." Reaching out, he took her hand and said, "But the baby's not the only thing being named after you." With the warmest smile Caitie had ever seen he continued, "We're naming a new wing of our hospital, the Caitlin Fitzpatrick wing." He grinned and added, "We were going to name it for Susan Collins and Colette Fletcher, but even though they're paying for it, they wouldn't hear of it. Both insisted it be named for the bravest patient we've ever had. Incidentally, it's been designed by an incredible West Coast design team, Karen Chan and Chuck Conrad. And, of course, it's being built by PHA Construction who gave us a very good price." Caitie smiled at the news but had been shaking her head when he told her the new wing was being named after her. "But, finally, Caitlin, we're petitioning the State of New York to change our by-laws to allow a minor to serve on our board of trustees. After all, we are Children's Hospital, so it's only right. And, Caitie, our first child trustee is going to be you! Please, will you serve? You can add so much!" Caitie had been steadily shaking her head. Now she looked at her mother and said, "Mom, I can't do a thing like that, can I?" Only then did Franklin see the two women standing by the bedside. Rising, he extended his hand to Andy and said, "You can only be Andy Taylor. You are, aren't you?" When she just nodded, Franklin whistled softly and murmured, "How can one family have all of the world's beauty?" Turning back toward Caitie he said, "As a matter of fact, Mrs. Taylor has been causing trouble. Normally, our problem is finding the money to pay for a new facility. In this case, that wasn't the problem. The problem was a fight to see who would get to pay, and how much. Your grandmother(?) wanted to pay for it all herself, but Sue and Colette wouldn't hear of it. "On the other hand, as marketing vice president of PHA Construction, I think she got her two cents in. Our consultants tell us that the PHA bid was less than one-third of the expected cost — and, in fact, their bid was nearly 70 percent under the next lowest. So I guess she is paying for it, anyway." There was additional discussion about Caitie serving on the Children's Hospital board. Finally, Kelly said, "Darling, they really do want you. And you're really far wiser than your years." Then with a little grin she added, "And I think Aunt Sue will be able to spare her house slave for a couple of hours a month. Please do it, honey." With reluctance, Caitlin agreed to serve if the by-law change was approved to permit it. By this time Caitie had received the full four pints of replacement blood. Although she still looked very tired as her system worked to recover from its oxygen starvation, she was alert, bright and cheerful. Now, looking at her grandmother she said, "Gram, there's a surprise for you. We wanted to wait awhile, but I guess, under the circumstances, we really shouldn't. So anyway..." With that, Caitie pulled the curtain separating the two beds which were very close together. There was only a channel between them wide enough to permit the curtain to be drawn. With the light from Caitlin's side of the room now extending to Sheila Quinn's, the older girl's eyes blinked and then opened. "Gram, I want you to meet your newest daughter, Sheila. She's Mom's twin sister, as I'm sure you'll agree." Sheila's covers were drawn up to her neck. Andy could see the heavy bandage on her right shoulder, but what struck her like a slap in the face was the sight of Kelly's identical twin. Even her hairdo was a duplicate of Kelly's. Moving almost in a trance around the bed, she looked down at the girl and could see fear and uncertainty in her eyes. Kelly followed Andy and said, "Sister Sheila, I guess you haven't seen our mother in quite a long time, have you? Mom, this is my twin sister and your newest daughter, Sheila." Lowering her head, Andy kissed the girl very gently on the lips. It was not the kind of kiss Sheila had in mind, though. Raising her good left arm, she put it behind Andy's head and pulled her down closer. Then the girl unleashed all the love she possibly could through her lips. Responding instantly, the power of Andy's kiss increased and finally she probed the girl's mouth with her tongue. When the two tongues began a little dance and came into contact, everyone in the room could see the electricity flow between them. When Sheila finally released her hold, Andy stood up again. She was upset to see tears flowing from the girl's eyes. "What's wrong, my darling daughter?" she asked. Slowly shaking her head the girl replied, "Mommy, I wanted to be as perfect as I possibly could be before meeting you. After all, Kelly is female perfection on two legs, while I'm ... I'm a mess!" With that the girl began to cry like her heart was broken. Andy took the girl's left hand and just stroked it in her most comforting manner. While she did, Kelly quickly filled Andy in on Sheila's background and the fact that she was now Susan's slave, having undergone her introductory whipping just a week earlier. "Mom, you can see she's upset. Please allow her to remain with Susan for a while. She so desperately wants to be as beautiful as she can be before she formally meets you. Will you please allow it?" Looking down, Andy could see that Sheila was nodding her head as fast and as much as her wounds allowed. Reluctantly, Andy acquiesced. At this point there was another very soft knock on the door. It gently opened and Officer Dan Murphy stuck his head in the room. Seeing the group of people around the two beds, he was about to withdraw when Caitie saw him. With the most winning smile Murphy had ever seen she said, "Officer Murphy, you're the person I know my aunt really wants to see! Please come in." Murphy slowly entered the room and Caitie performed the introductions. Then she said, "The one you came to see is in the next bed. And, Officer Murphy, thanks to Dr. Caulkins, here, she'll be fine." When he went around the beds and reached the point where Sheila could get a good look at him, her face lit up, but then she felt her hair and said, "Dan, please go away!" "But why, Sheila?" he asked, utterly baffled by her behavior. "Because I'm such a mess!" she exclaimed. "I just realized that I've been sweating like some pig, my hair's a mess, I have no makeup..." "And you look utterly adorable!" he finished. "My darling, you are the most beautiful woman in the world!" Then he shook his head and continued, "If the women of the world could see you now, Sheila Quinn, they would kill you on the spot. After having surgery, and not having had a shower, and with no makeup, you still look better than they will look on their very best day! Woman, you are utterly gorgeous. And I love you." "And I adore you, Daniel Patrick Murphy," she replied. When she reached out her hand to him, he moved quickly to her bedside, leaned over, and gave her a gentle kiss. Her reaction was the same as it had been with Andy: A gentle kiss was the very last thing she had on her mind. She melted her lips to his and, even though completely innocent in the ways of sex, she probed his mouth with her dainty tongue. This time the others could see not only the electricity between them, but could hear the bells as well. Kelly and Andy just looked at each other and both winked. After Caitie had performed all the introductions — and Murphy almost fell over when he got a good look at Kelly — there was general conversation. Dick Caulkins explained how the most dangerous bullet had entered Sheila low on the side, perforating the small intestine, then glanced off the hip bone and ended lodged against her spine. But, he assured them, Sheila could expect a complete recovery. Murphy, realizing that Sheila needed to rest, was about to leave. However, there was news he wanted to convey first. "Folks, when you go home tonight, watch CNN, or better yet, Court TV. This afternoon there was an arraignment like none I've ever seen before in my life. But rather than tell you about it, please see it for yourselves. And please tape it so Sheila can see it when she's out of here. "You see, there was a TV crew setting up for a hearing following the arraignment. The camera was rolling — just to test the equipment, I guess — when the reporter realized what she was seeing. The cameraman kept his camera rolling and got a far better story than the one he had come for originally." In spite of their questions, though, Murphy refused to say any more. Before he left, though, Sheila looked at him with longing in her eyes and said, "Dan, I'll be out of action for about sixty days. Could ... Would ... Could we have a date for sixty days from now? Please?" Then with the cutest little smile the people had ever seen she added, "It will be my first date, ever. Could we?" Murphy instantly agreed, then went and kissed her again. After the same bells and electricity, Sheila just sighed and went back to sleep. When she did, Caitie reached over, took her hand and held it. The two doctors and Fred Franklin left with Dan Murphy, leaving Andy, Kelly, and Prince. Then Caitie said softly, "Hi, God. It's me again, Caitlin. Golly, I'm really sorry to be such a pest. I know you have so very much to do. But today was the wildest day of my entire life." She proceeded to recount the day's events quickly and finally said, "And thank you, God, for performing another miracle and saving my life. But I guess you must be kind of tired of doing it all the time—" "I am not!" the stentorian Voice interrupted. "When will you get it through that lovely little head that you are my littlest angel! I cannot allow anything to happen to you. And, as usual, there is no one in Purgatory. As usual, you've cleaned it out. Now there would be a riot on my hands if anything were to happen to you. Understand?" The little girl just nodded. Then the Voice continued, "Now I want you to get plenty of sleep tonight, because tomorrow you start as Susan Collins' slave and pupil. Since it will be the end of next week before your lovely aunt is on her feet, you're really going to be working hard. And don't you ever forget, young lady, that she really knows how to spank you most effectively. For you, Caitie, there will be no whippings, but there will be spankings. Do you hear?" Caitie nodded and He continued, "Now I have to think of something nice for Sheila Quinn and Daniel Murphy to do on their very first date. I wonder..." Then her pillow was plumped up, and the two women could see Caitie's hair tousled gently. Her lips were compressed for a moment, and then there was the most lovely smile on her face the women had ever seen. Although both had seen the event numerous times on the infrared TV camera, this was the first time the light was good enough to see expressions in detail. Since her right hand was holding Sheila's left — and Sheila, too, had a beatific smile on her face — a small teddy bear appeared in her left arm for a change. When they turned to leave, they saw Prince laying flat on the floor with his eyes closed while his great body just shook. "Darling Prince," Kelly said softly, "you have just heard confirmation in the most direct manner possible that my little imp is the littlest angel. And she utterly adores you, young man. So what do you suppose that makes you? Prince, you are very pleasing in the sight of God Himself. Now stop shivering and shaking and get us out of here!" Opening his eyes, Prince said, "You'll have to expose those perfect legs again for everyone to see, I'm afraid." Then with a sad shake of his head he looked at Andy and said with his eyes wide, "And you're a grandmother, too. Oh, the shame of it all..." Andy just giggled, gave him a kiss that caused him to shudder with joy and sheer delight, then they rode down the halls and back to where Sam Duncan was waiting patiently with the car. ------- Chapter 37 When Andy, Kelly, and Prince returned to the Collins' apartment, they found that the group from the SPCA hospital had arrived just before them. Very quickly, the family members were reassured that everyone would be just fine. Now the people were crowded into the library and were all watching CNN which was covering the New York City attack as its major story of the day. Memories of the Central Park jogger were still fresh, but this story had a very different ending. Remembering what Dan Murphy had said, Kelly asked if there had been any mention of an arraignment on the news. Heads were shaking in negation when the on-screen anchor announced that they had just come into possession of some of the most remarkable news tape ever produced. "Because we believe this to be so incredible, we're going to do something we almost never do: We will be watching it for the first time at the same time you'll be seeing it." There followed a scene in which it was obvious to the viewers that the camera was just being set up in a courtroom. The reporter was being checked for her position while there was some activity going on beyond her and to the right. The reporter said, "This is Melissa Martin, CNN News, in Judge Bruce Rosen's courtroom. We're awaiting the bail hearing on—" She was interrupted by a motion from the cameraman. Turning, she looked back over her left shoulder, then turned to watch the proceedings. The camera then zoomed in to focus on the activities at the bench. Eight young men, ranging in age from twelve to sixteen were standing in front of the judge. Suddenly the audience could hear the words being spoken at the bench as the relevant microphones were activated and their sound incorporated with the pictures. Judge Rosen was saying, " ... and so, I must say, this is the most incredible travesty ever attempted to be perpetrated on this court." Turning to one of the police detectives standing before the bench he continued, "Sergeant, are you seriously trying to make me believe that these ... these young boys ... actually confessed? Utterly ridiculous! Clearly, their constitutional rights were violated. They never received their Miranda warnings—" "But, Judge," the sergeant protested, "we have signed waivers from each of them. The waivers are in front of you on the bench." Ignoring the officer, the judge continued, "Accordingly, I'm releasing these boys on their own recognizance. We will schedule appropriate juvenile hearings—" At that point Calvin Monroe could take no more. "You asshole!" he screamed. The audience heard the first syllable but not the last which was covered by a late bleep. Before anyone could move, Monroe, who had been handcuffed when he was brought into the courtroom but had been earlier freed on the judge's order, reached across the bench and slapped him as hard as he could across the face. "No wonder you're called 'Let 'em loose, Bruce!' Do you really want to get us all killed? Do you?" he screamed. Judge Rosen, while gently rubbing his left cheek, had motioned for the court officers to leave the young man alone. Now, utterly baffled, he asked, "What do you mean by that?" Monroe laughed bitterly and then replied, "I guess it's only right. You and your like-minded friends have done a lot — maybe even more than guys like me — to make this city a jungle. Well, guess what, Judge? Now there are a couple of tigers roaming this man-made jungle. And you know what else? They've gotten good looks at all of us. If we show our faces on the streets in less than ten years, we're dead! You and your colleagues talk about rehabilitation of criminals. These tigers think in terms of retribution. And we understand their way of thinking. We really do!" After pausing for a moment he asked, "Judge, are there any photographs of the crime scene there on your bench?" Judge Rosen started to sift through the pile of material on his desk but couldn't find any photographs. After a quick exchange with the clerk and a phone call, a detective came hurrying into the courtroom with a stack of pictures. For the first time Judge Rosen, sensitive to the presence of the TV cameras, put on his reading glasses. A moment later, he wished that he hadn't as he almost became ill looking over the pictures of the carnage in Central Park. The TV camera picked up the fact that his face became white. After looking at just a few, he covered up the remaining pictures, took off his glasses and said with his voice shaking, "Yes, there were pictures. Why do you ask?" "Because, Judge, what you just saw was the retribution I mentioned. My name is Calvin Monroe, Judge, and you and your friends were directly responsible for the mess out there in the park." The judge, hearing Calvin's words, was genuinely shocked. "That can't be!" he protested. "We — none of us — were anywhere near the place." "That's true, you weren't," Calvin conceded. "But you never are, are you? You live in your very well-policed little enclaves and read about crime in the ghetto as if it were taking place in a foreign country. Do you realize, Judge, that the Encyclopedia has several references to the St. Valentine's Day Massacre in Chicago?" he stated. "It does. And you know what? Only seven men were killed, but it made the history books. Today, in New York City, only seven deaths would be a quiet day. But you don't even care!" "Of course I care!" Rosen insisted. "But we're doing our best. There are programs to try to stamp out poverty—" "Sure there are!" Monroe interrupted, "And they're mostly run by the poverty pimps, getting rich on them. But poverty as a cause of crime? What utter nonsense! If it were, I can't even imagine what the death toll would have been in the Depression when unemployment was around 25 percent of the workforce. And that was a time when single-wage-earner families predominated, too. When a guy lost his job, the very survival of his family was at risk. And yet in 1940 there were only about 350 murders in New York City. In 1990 there were thirty-two hundred. You talk about programs to end poverty? I guess number one is AFDC, isn't it? I'm a product of AFDC—" "But that's the problem!" the judge said, interrupting him for a change. "We must stamp out poverty, spend more on education..." Monroe was just shaking his head. "I've got to give you credit for consistency if nothing else. You'll just never learn. You 'sentence' us to school! What does that do? Not a hell of a lot — except make it virtually impossible for the kids who want to learn to do so. We're disruptive! "When once the biggest discipline problem in the New York schools was talking in the hallways, now it's armed robbery! You have to go through a metal detector to get into my school. Take a look at one sometime. For God's sake, they're more like prisons than schools. Why? To try to keep the animals at bay. The animals? Yes! That's us." Again he shook his head and said, "Just look at that pile of folders in front of you. 'Released on their own recognizance, ' I think you said. For what? To continue to prey on the public? Have you actually read a single word? You should try it. I think you'll find that, reviewing activities, if Willie said he was with Chuck mugging on the street, Chuck will have said the same thing. Or pretty much the same thing." The judge again put on his reading glasses and actually began reading through the police reports. While he was occupied, Barbara Sloan looked over at Prince. The tiger had let out a low growl when he first saw Calvin Monroe appear on the screen, but now he was just watching the proceedings with great interest as was everyone else present. "Who is that young man?" Barb asked. "I was wondering the same thing myself," Steve murmured. Finally Judge Rosen looked up from the files. "This is horrible!" he exclaimed. "What's going on here?" "'What's going on?' you asked?" Calvin replied. "What's going on is what you're causing to go on. Do you realize you have marginalized the black male? You have, you know. We have no rôle anymore. Why should a girl marry us when she can 'marry' the welfare system? Do you realize that all we are is a bunch of uncivilized studs? The schools? Utter disasters, every one. "I read one of his columns in which Thomas Sowell mentioned his young niece. She apologized to him for not doing better in school. 'And I go to the same one you went to, ' she said. He replied, 'It's the same building, but it's certainly not the same school.' And he's absolutely right! Judge, you and your friends are racists!" "Racist?" Rosen exploded. "That's utterly ridiculous. Why I'm a member of the NAACP, the ADA, the American Civil Liberties Union, the—" "Wonderful!" Monroe interrupted disdainfully. "But I stand by what I said: You and your liberal friends are racist. "Why? Just look at affirmative action. What does it amount to? It amounts to dumbing down the curriculum so that blacks can handle it. It means we can't compete even up with whites; we have to have a built-in advantage. Do you know something? Tom Sowell claims that the best thing that ever happened to him was to have gone to Harvard in the early 1950's, before affirmative action. Why? Because he could be confident that he was there because he belonged there, not because he was graded against an entirely different — and much more lenient — set of standards. "Do you realize what you're doing? Do you realize that any black graduating from a top school has a bar sinister across his diploma. Why? Because a prospective employer doesn't know if he has a real degree, or a cheap imitation. That really hurts everyone, doesn't it? "Look at the high-school curriculum! 'Black English' — but I guess it's Ebonics now, isn't it? What, in hell, is that? There is one English language. In the South one of the things I noticed when I visited down there was the way all the black kids worked on their English vocabulary and pronunciation. They sound educated, so they could get better jobs. They speak the way everyone else speaks, and the way the language is meant to be spoken—" "But that's only one form of speech," Rosen protested. "And much of it was written by dead white European males. It totally ignores African civilization—" "Like what?" Monroe demanded. "Like teaching math to the Egyptians? Like flying around on gliders built thousands of years ago? Without a single solitary shred of evidence?" Then he shook his head and added, "You've just confirmed what I was saying." After pausing for a moment he continued, "Can a black be a racist?" "Of course not!" Rosen replied instantly. "Why not?" "Because you've been victimized—" "What a laugh that is!" Calvin interrupted. "Try telling that to some of our victims. Admittedly, most have been black, too. But you don't really care about them, do you? You just want to feel good. And we help make you feel good, too. Most of my buddies here don't even know what slavery means, for God's sake. We're all bastards. We have no idea how many generations there have been since an ancestor of ours was a slave. We don't even know where. "I'm fairly typical, I suppose. I'm sixteen. My mother is thirty-two! She was pregnant with me when she was fifteen years old! It's called 'children having children, ' Judge. And you foster it, too. By the way, she now has four more children. I don't know how many fathers there have been, and you know what else? I don't think she does, either. Hell! We don't have fathers, we have sires! My mother might as well have gone to a sperm bank." He just shook his head in disgust. "Now what do those files tell you?" "They're ... They're appalling!" the judge gasped. "But how could this have happened? There must be some explanation..." His voice tailed off as he just shook his head. "Look, Judge, it's really pretty simple," Calvin explained. "It's you and your friends on the bench." Pointing to a fifteen-year-old he said, "Eddie, here, is a pretty good example. He was burglarizing an apartment and was surprised by the young woman who lived there with her husband. He ran down the fire escape but she had seen his face. Then two things happened that are pretty rare around here. First, the woman actually called the cops, reported the break-in, and gave the police a description. The second was even more surprising. One of the officers recognized Eddie from the description and picked him up. When they called the young woman, she actually came down to the station for a line-up. There she picked out Eddie, right off the bat. Finally, she goes downtown to a juvenile hearing. "There, the hearing officer — a young social-worker type — begins the hearing by asking the young woman, 'Why do you want to ruin this young man's life?' At that point the arresting officer pointed out that it was Eddie's seventeenth arrest. The reaction of the hearing officer? She wheeled on the officer and shouted, 'You can't say that! He's a juvenile! His records are sealed, ' "So there you have it, Judge: It was Eddie's seventeenth 'first arrest.' And, of course, since it was a first arrest he was sent home on unsupervised probation. "Now keep in mind that was his seventeenth! And if you think for one moment the Black Avengers would take in anyone who's so dumb and incompetent he's arrested every time he commits a crime, you're out of your mind! I guess on average we might be picked up once every ten to twenty times." Looking intently at the judge he asked, "Do you want to count the total number of arrests listed there and multiply by ... oh ... let's say, fifteen? What sort of total do you get?" Judge Rosen actually did what Monroe suggested, or at least started to. After the first three records, his multiplication was giving him a total in the hundreds. Then turning to Monroe he changed the subject and said, "Okay. I get your point. But what does that have to do with letting you out on your own recognizance? Although, I must admit, the records before me argue strongly against it. But why don't you want to be released?" "I told you about the tigers, Judge, and you saw what they did. I guess it was Ahmed's hand that was found, still gripping his gun, about twenty feet from the rest of his body. Well, Judge, that was when there were two of them against eight of us. I'll tell you honestly, there's no way I want to be caught alone by that pair of tigers. There wouldn't be enough left to bury. And guess what? The young dark-haired girl who was giving orders to the tigers..." Rosen looked incredulous, so Monroe explained, "That's right, Judge. A little girl, about ten years old, was giving orders to a pair of Royal Bengal tigers. And they clearly understood everything she said to them. When she needed something to bandage the woman and the cubs, she told one of the tigers — I guess it must have been the cubs' mother, because she called it Princess — to get some shirts to use as bandages. That huge tiger cut the shirt off my back using claws that must have been as sharp as razor blades, then brought it back. She did the same thing to two other guys, too." He paused for a moment as he tried to recall the events of the afternoon. "Well, anyway, Judge, this little girl was controlling those tigers. She told them to look at each of us carefully and to memorize our scents. I guess tigers have a marvelous olfactory memory. Anyway, that's exactly what the pair of them did. I mentioned earlier that there was something utterly frightening about it. I could feel their hot breath on my bare body. But worse, I could see the look in their eyes. It was like Arctic ice, it was so cold. They would kill any of us in an instant without a thought. "But that little girl said something else. She said that if any of us was free on the streets in less than ten years, we would be instantly dead! Now that's something the Black Avengers do understand: It's called vengeance. "While you and your friends develop an endless series of creative excuses for our antisocial behavior, the girl said the tigers would just kill us. However, she added, if we were unlucky enough to be caught alone, they would probably play with us first. Maybe for hours." Monroe thought for a moment and shook his head. "Alone, hell! If all eight of us were together, it wouldn't make any difference at all." Looking straight into the judge's eyes he continued, "New York doesn't have a death penalty. Personally, I doubt if it would be much of a deterrent. It's too damned slow! A guy can — and some do — sit on death row for more than twenty years while appeal after appeal is filed. Today a guy on death row is more likely to die of old age than he is to be executed. "Although the guys don't know it, I do spend some time in the library when I can sneak away. Did you know that, in 1932 during the presidential campaign, there was an attempted assassination of FDR in Chicago? The assassin missed Roosevelt, but did shoot and kill the mayor of Chicago. I think his name was Cernik. Anyway, it happened in October or November of 1932. "In those days the presidential inauguration was held in March. Do you realize, Judge, that the killer was executed in the electric chair before Roosevelt was inaugurated? He was. In other words, the whole process arrest, indictment, trial, appeal, and ultimate execution took less than four months. Now that was a deterrent. But now? Hah!" Then he shook his head as if to return to the present and concluded, "Judge, I want to stay nice and safe ... in jail!" Judge Rosen looked at Monroe's fellows with an obvious question in his eyes. Without exception, they all eagerly nodded their agreement with Calvin's position. Rosen then bound them all over for trial in adult court and had them held against $100,000 cash bail, each. At that point the camera swung away from the bench and back to the reporter. "I have never seen or heard anything like that," Melissa Martin said. "Because of the way this started, there wasn't time to set the stage for you. As I'm sure most of you have already guessed, the eight men in front of Judge Bruce Rosen were the ones arrested in Central Park earlier today. They are charged with attempted murder, attempted rape, and a host of other crimes." With a weak smile she added, "They are also facing federal charges for the attempted killing of a member of an endangered species, four counts. Two were for shooting the two Royal Bengal tiger cubs, and the other two were for attempting to shoot the two adults." The very liberal-minded reporter slowly shook her head as the incongruity of what she had just said slowly sunk in. "I guess it really is sort of strange, though. They're really in deeper trouble for shooting the tigers than for shooting the young woman." She paused for a moment and mused, "Do we possibly have our priorities a little messed up?" CNN then switched back to its studio. There the anchorman quickly reviewed the story of the Central Park shootings. When he moved on to another story, Jeff turned off the TV after first ensuring that none of the guests had any further interest. ------- Chapter 38 At this point Susan arose, looked at her watch and said, "Do you suppose it's time to cut the cake yet? Shouldn't we do it while the building is still standing?" Then with a shake of her head she added, "What a day! And it's not over, yet." With that the people trouped back to the dining room where Barbara and Steve finally cut their wedding cake. After the usual pictures were taken, the newlyweds collapsed on a sofa with Barb snuggling close. As she was about to close her eyes, she realized that Prince had silently come up to them and was in his house cat pose waiting for them to acknowledge him. When Barb looked into his eyes she saw something she couldn't recognize, but obviously he wanted to say something. "Okay, Prince, out with it," she said. "What's on your wonderful fur-covered mind?" "I ... I ... I want to apologize on behalf of Princess, the cubs, and myself for upsetting your wonderful wedding. If only Princess and I had stayed with the others, this might never have happened. But ... but ... but she was in heat, so ... But we weren't very far away. And we got there in a matter of seconds, but..." The great animal just shook his head in sorrow. Then he said, "Could I possibly make it up to you..." He shook his head again. Obviously, that was not what he had intended to say at all. "Could... ? Would... ?" "The answer is yes, dear Prince," Barbara said softly. "Now to what question did I just say 'yes' to?" "I would like to serve as your marriage bed," he blurted. At that point, if Prince had been capable of blushing he would have been as red as a beet. "Come here, you!" Barb commanded. At her words, Prince came as close to her as he could and just waited. She could see he was beginning to shake with fear. Reaching out, she wrapped her arms as far around his huge neck as she could reach and just nuzzled against his warm fur. Then she ran her left hand over his chest feeling the marvelous softness of it. Then she said, "I would love to, my darling Prince, but we really can't. You see, I'm still a virgin. So tonight I'm afraid all poor Steve has to look forward to is a lot of my blood all over the sheets—" "That's neat!" Prince interrupted. "If you spill your blood on me, I will he able to lap it off ... And it will be mixed with your cum and your husband's ... It will be just so great!" he enthused. "And besides, I clean myself, and do it very well, too. This way there won't be any blood-stained sheets for Mistress Susan to worry about." Then with his eyes wide he asked, "Aren't I being very considerate?" "But what about our weight?" Looking at Steve she winked as she added, "I'm slim and trim myself, but my new lord and master..." She just shook her head sadly. "But my king and queen, Tom and Barbara Conroy, do it all the time. And they're about the same size as you two. And they're more experienced in the ways of lovemaking, so they can keep it up longer, too." "Don't be so sure about that, young man!" Barbara protested, sticking out her tongue at him. "We may be inexperienced, but we're eager. And both of us have been saving up for years." Then she seemed to think about it more, but then vigorously shook her head. "I'm sorry, Prince. We just can't do it." Sensing that he was being teased he asked, "And why, may I ask, can you not do it?" "Because," she replied with her nose in the air. "We will drown you in all of our juices." Then pretending to reflect on it she added, "Do you suppose our juices will be running down the sides of the apartment building?" At this remark, Prince merely raised an eyebrow but continued to stare into her eyes. Then with a little yelp, Barb wrapped her arms around his neck again, but this time gave him a very loving kiss that almost knocked him over. "Now cut that out!" he protested. "Don't you know we're federally protected? Royal Bengal Tigers are an endangered species!" Then he said, "It's agreed, then. And master and mistress..." He paused and thought for a moment. Then he said, "You are causing me a major problem, though. What should I call you? Tom and Barbara are our king and queen. Then, of course, Mr. and Mrs. Clifford, Mr. and Mrs. Bradley, and the Collins are emperors and empresses. But what are you? You rank with the angels! What can we possibly call you?" Barbara appeared thoughtful for a moment. Then she suggested, "Hot cunt? Great fuck?" Prince recoiled in shock at the words. Then she said, "How about Barbara and Steve? Wouldn't that be neat?" Then she looked at him and added, "It is our command! You are to call us Barbara and Steve. Is that clear?" When he looked as if he was going to protest, she added, "Remember, Prince, that is my command. Understood?" "Yes, darling Barbara. It is very clearly understood." With that he moved out of the room with an unbelievable smoothness. He almost seemed to flow out of the room. ------- Meanwhile, Sam and Ellie Duncan were talking with their daughter, Sally, and her husband, David Wilson, about what they had seen on television. Dave said, "You know, I think there's really something there in that young man we were watching. He seems so different from the others. Personally, I think he's salvageable." "I do, too," his wife agreed. Then after reflecting for a moment she continued, "Darling, you're not practicing, yet. Do you suppose you could get some time off from work? I think it might be a good idea for us to have a talk with Judge Rosen." Looking at her parents she added, "How about you two? Dad, I think you would certainly add something to such a meeting. And if we could borrow a tiger for a few hours... ?" Sally Wilson paused for a moment and then mused, "I think I'll make a few phone calls..." The four quickly agreed on a plan of action and started to put it into effect. ------- After Susan had given Barbara a shower and insisted that she soak in a musk-laden hot bath, she gently massaged her body. Using pure musk oil she carefully oiled her cunt and opened her anal opening to oil as much of the passage as she could reach. When she was finished, Barbara was almost asleep. Susan shook her head feigning sadness and said, "Good grief! I could hardly wait for my first fucking, but look at you! You can hardly stay awake." "Susan, honey, do me a favor?" Barb murmured sleepily. "Wake me up when it's all over, will you?" Then she winked and grinned lasciviously. But then in the most bored tone of voice she could manage she added, "But what's the big deal, anyway? So many girls today don't maintain their virginity long enough for their age to reach double digits..." Instead of replying Susan held out her arms and then caught Barbara as her knees gave way. Her muscles were so relaxed from the marvelous massage, she could not even stand on her own feet for a moment. Taking her by the arm into the bedroom, they found Prince lying in a classic tiger pose, just waiting for them. When he saw the girls, he rolled on his back and spread his legs wide to prepare Barbara's marriage bed. Getting down on her knees, as gently as she could, Barb climbed on the huge tiger and lay face down against his chest. "Barbara, why don't you try something my queen loves to do? Why don't you rub your nipples against my chest?" Accepting his suggestion, she raised her torso and began to gently move her nipples over his marvelous near-white chest fur. "Oh, Prince!" she exclaimed, "this is utterly great." Then Susan tapped her on the shoulder as she wriggled on the fur and asked, "Aren't you forgetting something? Like your defloration, maybe?" "Oh, hell!" Barbara protested. "But I guess it's the price of the wedding ring, isn't it? I guess I'm supposed to give my husband access to my bodily openings—" "You sure as hell are!" Susie exclaimed. The little sprite was hovering in the air right over Prince's huge head. "Now let's get with the program!" At that Susie floated over to Susan and whispered something in her ear. Hearing Susie's whispered suggestion, Susan's eyes widened, but then she disappeared from the room. Seeing her nude body disappear, Barbara said softly, "Good heavens! What a luscious body Susan has. She is utterly gorgeous!" "Almost as good as yours," Susie responded without further comment. A few moments later Susan returned to the room carrying a small vial in her hand. "Roll over on your back, sleepyhead. According to Susie, this stuff may help you to stay awake..." Barb did as she was told. When she was on her back, again she wriggled her body against Prince's fur. "Darling Prince, you are just so incredibly neat!" she exclaimed. Meanwhile, Susan told her to spread her legs wide and raise her pelvis. To Prince she said, "Can you keep your mistress still for a few more moments?" The great cat gently placed his paw pads over Barb's tits causing the girl to be utterly delighted with yet another wonderful new sensation. Susan took a tiny amount of the liquid in the vial and applied it to Barb's cunt lips and clit. Then, after Prince raised his paws, she put a tiny amount on each of Barb's tits. Taking a tiny white carnation, she threaded its stem in Barb's small but very dense pubic patch. Standing back, Susan just shook her head. "Well ... I guess it's the best that can be done. I have a lovely white carnation for your hair, but you don't have enough hair to keep it in place. I guess we'll just have to live without it." By this time Barb could feel heat on her breasts and in her cunt. She could feel her nether lips engorge, and, from the look on Susan's face it was clear that her clitoris had engorged to such a degree it was protruding between them. Slowly she began to rotate her pelvis and her breathing became faster as she could feel a building sexual excitement. "There's just something missing..." Susan mused. Then she snapped her fingers and answered her own question. "Of course! A husband. Where in hell is Steven Sloan, anyway?" While Susan had been working on Barbara, Kelly Fitzpatrick had been preparing Steve. Initially, he was shocked when she got into the shower with him explaining, "My daughter, Caitie, should be doing this, but she's out of action tonight. So you'll just have to make do with me." Steve, who had retreated to a corner of the shower stall, looked at the incredibly beautiful woman in the stall with him. "My God!" he exclaimed. "You are utterly incredible. And a mother or four! I can't believe it." Kelly was on her knees with the water flooding over her body as she worked on Steve's cock. "That's the nice thing about short hair," she commented. "I don't have to worry when it gets wet." Continuing, after a bath following the shower, she put him on a massage table and concentrated on his cock. When he had a raging erection while she carefully avoided allowing him to cum, she escorted him back to his apartment and the waiting Barbara. Entering the bedroom, Steve saw Barb lying on her back on Prince's chest. "I need you so desperately, my darling!" she exclaimed huskily. "Please take me!" Her legs were spread wide and he could see her quivering clit. Climbing over her, he melted his lips to hers while Susie, again floating in the air by their heads, encouraged him. When he eased his raging cock into her wetness, he encountered resistance. Feeling it, too, Barb wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled him into her. There was a rending sensation and a sudden pain. Then she could feel his cock slide all the way in. Soon they had matched their pelvic movements and Barb reached her first orgasm. As Steve continued his movements, she would subtly alter hers whenever she sensed he was nearing release. Her second orgasm came faster, and her third, faster still. Soon she achieved what she had always seen with Susan and Jeff: She was cuming continuously. Finally, she could not delay Steve's release any longer and he let loose. Their cuming was so powerful both of them fainted while still wrapped in each other's arms. Their lovemaking continued through the night until, after the fourth time when again they had both passed out, their unconsciousness turned into a deep sleep. Prince, who had been concentrating on remaining as still as he could beneath them, rejoiced and wrapped his huge forelegs around the sleeping couple, then fell asleep himself. ------- The next morning as she slowly awakened, Barbara realized she had just spent the very best night of her entire life. Moreover, instead of finding her head on Steve's shoulder, she found that they were in each other's arms. She felt so wonderfully warm and snugly in the soft bed... But our bed's not soft, she thought. Then she remembered. Now she realized that the softness was the fur on Prince's chest. The warmth was from both Steve and Prince who had his forelegs wrapped around both of them. Looking upward, she saw that Prince's great eyes were now opened, too, although he had not moved a muscle. Then she noticed he looked concerned, so she mentally communicated, "Good morning, darling Prince! But why do you look so anxious this morning?" "Because, Barbara, I wanted last night to he utterly perfect for you. Were you pleased?" he asked. She smiled as she realized the difficulty the animal had in addressing her by her name. "It could not have been better!" she communicated. "Now, if I can only get this lug to move, I think I'll try Sue's favorite — and only — way of awakening..." The slightest movement of her body in his arms was all that was needed to awaken him. "Good morning, beauteous slave," he whispered. "Now wait a minute!" she protested. "I was freed yesterday afternoon..." "But I'm the general manager of Kendy, and I'm not so sure." Then he seemed to be thinking for a moment and then added, "I guess it all depends on how you perform..." Wriggling out of his grasp, Barb lay on her back and spread her legs wide. "Speaking of performing, buster, let's see you perform!" Then her expression changed totally as she lovingly whispered, "My darling. last night was utterly perfect for me. Was it any good for you?" "Good for me?" he exclaimed. "Woman, you almost killed me." Then he looked up at the ceiling thoughtfully and muttered, "Now if I can only remember what it was I did last night..." He shook his head in apparent bewilderment and continued, "I remember it has something to do with putting something into something else ... But what was it... ?" Barb started to giggle and said, "Steven Sloan, I've been deceived! I always thought you were serious and sober. Now I find out you're a damned comedian! Now put that cock where it belongs." With a wink and a grin he entered her wet cunt again. This time it was slow and sweet, at least at the beginning, but ended with Barbara's pelvis in uncontrolled and uncontrollable spasms of motion. After recovering in each other's arms, Barbara appeared to cry. With tears flowing she said, "What am I going to do now? It's all over..." "What's all over?" Steve asked. "Our marriage! Steven, it's clear to me now that you only married me because I was a virgin ... But I am no longer. What can we do... ?" "I know!" Steve responded brightly. "I'll just recycle a slightly used one. I'll bet you're still good for a couple of more days at least..." At that Barb giggled and snuggled more closely into his arms while wriggling on Prince's warm fur. Then she whispered, "Do you realize this is the first morning since I met you, Steven Sloan, that we have no duties? Except for the duty you just performed, of course. What should we do now?" Then looking up at Prince's head she added, "As a start, I suppose we can get off this wonderful bed." After reflecting for a moment she added, "How about if we take a run in the park? I think our 'bed' could use the exercise, too." They got up, put on jogging clothes, and went out with Prince to the park. Returning, they swam a mile, worked out on the exercise machines, had a sauna, and got dressed for a change. As they sat down to breakfast, Barbara looked at the wall clock and laughed. When Steve asked what was so funny, she pointed out that it was only seven forty-five. He joined in her laughter and then they got ready for their honeymoon trip to Hawaii. Later that morning they saw Prince sitting up. Noticing traces of blood on his belly, they teased him about it. Had the tiger been able to blush, he would have done so right then. "I'm saving some of your nectar for Princess," he said. "She will be so unhappy that she wasn't able to be here last night to help. But she wanted to stay with the cubs, because—" Barb interrupted him with a kiss, the assured him that it was fine. Still later they saw Prince on his back as Princess's great tongue licked him clean. As he had said, she was in utter rapture at the taste of their mixed cum and Barb's virginal blood. The following day, after their flight over to Maui, Celeste Chan took them over to the island. After diving off the boat, they swam ashore and began their three-month honeymoon. ------- Chapter 39 While Barbara and Steve were making preparations for their honeymoon trip and receiving tips and instructions from Bobbie and Tom Conroy, Susan and Kelly Fitzpatrick were driven down to Bellevue to pick up Caitie. When they entered the room, they found that Caitie was already up and dressed. This came as no surprise. But what did was to find Sheila up, too. She was looking at her blood-soaked shirt and Levis, shaking her head. "What are you doing out of bed?" Susan demanded. "Get back there where you belong!" Sheila dropped to her knees and said, "Mistress, I'm fine. I'm also a slave, and must be punished severely for failing to carry out my duties yesterday—" "Your duties are to recover!" Susan interrupted. "How can you even move? And for that matter, off your knees and on your feet." In spite of the wound in her hip, Sheila appeared to move easily. When she was again standing she just shook her head and said, "With God's help — and in my case, his direct intervention — anything is possible. So here I am. But what am I to wear? Aside from all the blood — they're so stiff with it, they're like cardboard — both the shirt and pants have bullet holes in them." After a soft knock, Dr. Caulkins entered the room and saw Sheila. "My God!" he exclaimed. "What are you doing out of bed? And for that matter, how could you get out of bed?" Sheila, still wearing the hospital's johnny, seemed utterly oblivious to her appearance. Instead, she impressed Susan with her aplomb by extending her hand to Caulkins and saying, "How do you do? I assume you're Dr. Caulkins?" When he acknowledged that he was she beamed and said, "Thank you, Doctor, for saving my life! Caitie tells me I was in pretty bad shape. If you weren't one of the very best in the business, I would be in a pine box right now." "But ... but how?" She shrugged and said, "I guess God wasn't ready to have me cluttering up His place just yet." She made a small motion with her head upward. "Anyway, although I'm not completely recovered, I guess I'm in far better shape than I have any right to be. Then the doctor, after shaking his head in utter bewilderment, went off in search of some things for Sheila to wear home from the hospital. When he left the room, Kelly whispered to Susan, "Have you ever seen anything like my twin sister? That was something I would do! Isn't she just so neat?" Returning to the Collins' apartment, Caitie's concession to Sheila's wounds was to skip the heavy exercise. Instead, when Sue went to call the girls for dinner, she found Sheila diligently practicing her handwriting under Caitie's watchful — and highly critical — eye. ------- Judge Bruce Rosen was surprised when he received a call from a woman named Sarah Wilson. She asked for a meeting with him regarding the Central Park mugging case. His first reaction was indignation until she mentioned that, until very recently, she had been Assistant Attorney General of the United States in charge of the Civil Rights Division. Rosen had a vague memory of having read something about her, but couldn't remember what it was. But when she urged him to call the Attorney General in Washington to check her out, he immediately agreed to a meeting. At that point she named a location — one of the most prestigious office addresses in New York — and further asked that Calvin Monroe attend. Although he was reluctant, she pointed out that Mr. Monroe was evidently in fear of Bengal tigers and there would be one present at the meeting. "His name is Ching, Judge," Sally said. "If it makes any difference to you, he's Princess's brother, and the uncle of Duke and Duchess. It's fair to say that he has no great love for any of the young men in the park that day, if you follow me? With Ching present, I can guarantee Monroe's good behavior. Don't you agree?" Rosen immediately did. Then she continued, "Your Honor, I will be bringing some friends and relatives to the meeting with me. But there is something that has been on our minds. We saw the verbal exchange in your courtroom. A question was raised about comparing the police notes of the questioning of the various men. I remember Calvin saying something and then you did a little checking. The question we have concerns Calvin himself: Did you read his confession? If so, how many crimes has he committed in the last two years? And, whatever he said, was it corroborated by the others?" "That's a very interesting question, Miss Wilson—" "A small point, Judge, but it's missus," she corrected him. "Mrs. Wilson, I didn't check his record in the courtroom that day, but I did subsequently. Frankly, it's very puzzling—" "—because he committed no crimes, did he?" she finished. "Not that we've been able to discover," he replied, somewhat surprised. "But how did you know?" "We didn't know, but we guessed. There were a number of things: First, the fact that he spent time in the library, unbeknownst to his buddies. Second, his manner of speech and his vocabulary. But finally, and most importantly, what he said about crime and punishment. Frankly, we came away with the impression that his stated fear of the tigers was more of an excuse than a reason. We think he wanted to stay in jail because he feels he belongs in jail. What do you think?" "Frankly — and with no evidence — I agree with you," Rosen replied. They set a date for ten o'clock the following Monday. Although he had agreed to the meeting at the office of PHA Construction, Rosen was thinking of reneging on his promise. He wanted to have any meeting on his home turf, the courthouse. However, he did place a call to the office of the U.S. Attorney General. When he told the woman who answered that he was calling about Sarah Wilson, the secretary immediately put him on hold. A moment later he found himself talking to the Attorney General of the United States, himself. What he learned caused him to breathe a silent prayer of thanks that he had acquiesced to her request. He found out that Sarah Duncan Wilson was one of the most highly regarded attorneys in the nation. The AG told him that Sally had been on a very extended leave of absence — almost five years — before her resignation had finally been accepted. Moreover, he learned that the AG's personal evaluation was more than shared by the Senate. In fact, it was upon the insistence of the Senate Judiciary Committee whose chairman had told him in no uncertain terms that no replacement would be confirmed, that the position had remained open for so long. He learned that Sally herself had to persuade the chairman to allow her to resign. Finally, he learned that, when she submitted her resignation, not only had he sent her a letter accepting her resignation with deepest regret, but the committee itself sent a similar letter to which every member of the committee of both parties was a personal signatory. Clearly, Rosen thought, this woman is very special indeed. He made arrangements through the police and the New York County Sheriff's Office to have Monroe picked up and brought over to the courthouse. Then, with two policemen, they were driven to the Park Avenue address Mrs. Wilson had given him. Arriving at the building, he was whisked up to the 45th floor. When the elevator doors opened, his eyes widened. Never had he seen such sumptuous offices. The receptionist escorted him to the strangest conference room he had ever seen. It had an enormous table which could accommodate twenty people in great comfort, each with a leather-upholstered executive chair. But, contrary to his normal experience, the table wasn't in the center of the large room. Rather, it was set to the side leaving a large sitting area which looked like a magnificently decorated and very comfortable living room. In fact, Rosen noted with amazement, it had a fireplace which looked completely authentic. The flames looked almost real. "The reason the fire looks so authentic is that it is. A real log fire, that is," a lovely woman's voice said. So preoccupied was he that he had not noticed the people in the room. Looking up, he found himself face to face with the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. With a shock he realized he hadn't even qualified it with the word, black. "How do you do, Judge," the woman said. "I'm Sally Wilson. I see you're impressed with our fireplace. I guess we're showing off a little. Now that it's almost May, we really don't need it, but it is rather raw today, isn't it?" Indeed the weather was windy, rainy, and raw — more like early March than late April. In fact, Rosen realized, the heat from the fireplace certainly did feel good. Sally continued, "It was Andy. When they were planning the office, she thought a fireplace here would be lovely. When Jack said it was impossible to put a working fireplace in a high-rise office building, Andy just put her lovely nose in the air and announced, 'Let it be a challenge to you!' Anyway, here it is." ------- For Calvin Monroe, the day was one of surprises. First of all, he had been in jail when he was called and told to get his regular clothes. He was meeting Judge Rosen. When he tried to point out that he really had none, the guard just motioned him away. To his surprise there were new clothes that fit him perfectly, although they were in a style he would never have chosen. They were, he realized, both conservative and very comfortable. The jacket label said "J. Press" which was a name he had never heard of, but the jacket was made of a beautiful soft wool. While Judge Rosen was talking to the woman, Calvin was looking around. Seated at the end of the table was another gorgeous woman. She looked regal as she sat up straight. To her right was a giant of a man who he guessed was her husband. He noticed they had a shared need to touch each other. Next to the woman, Sally Wilson, was another big man whose face was familiar, although he couldn't place it. Then he made a connection. Could this be Dave Wilson, the Giant's All-Pro running back? He wondered. The name is right, and the size is right. I wonder... Another couple were also in the room. Again, the man looked like an athlete, while the woman looked like a princess. Looking at her and then at the woman at the end of the table, it appeared they were sisters, and yet that didn't really fit. He couldn't figure it out. Then he heard the introductions, and was introduced himself. The man was, indeed, Dave Wilson of the Giants. Moreover, the giant at the end of the table was introduced as John Smith, a Hall of Fame defensive end for the Green Bay Packers. When Wilson greeted him, he remarked that it was lucky for him that Smith was retired or he would never have been able to gain an inch against the Packers when they played. The surprises weren't over yet. Then Calvin learned that the other man was Ron Jackson, the safety for the Chicago Bears. What's going on, he wondered. What is this? A pro football players' convention? But his jaw really dropped when he learned from an introductory comment Judge Rosen made that Sally Wilson was formerly Assistant Attorney General of the United States! Finally, there was another couple present who were introduced, without further explanation, as Sam and Ellen Duncan, although Mrs. Duncan appeared to be related in some way to Mrs. Wilson. Sally Wilson told the judge to ask Calvin's guards to leave, pointing out that he couldn't get very far from their location on the 45th floor. The judge nodded and the guards withdrew, leaving them alone with the six people. At that point Rosen said, "It's a real pleasure to meet with such of distinguished group of African-Americans—" "When did your ancestors arrive in the States?" Mrs. Smith, the woman at the head of the table, interrupted. "I beg your pardon?" the judge replied. When she asked again, he replied, "Around 1900, I guess, but why do you ask?" "Rosen is German, isn't it?" Mary Smith asked. When the judge said it was, she continued, "Do you call yourself a German-American? Or a Euro-American?" "Of course not!" the judge replied, growing testy. He had no idea what direction her questions were leading. "Judge, my ancestors have been here since before the Revolutionary War," Mary Smith stated. "The slave trade essentially ended around 1820, so all blacks were here by then. Now, sir, on what basis should we be called African-Americans? We wish to be thought of as just plain Americans who happen to be Negroes. Clear?" Then tears appeared at the corners of her eyes as she continued, "My first husband gave his life in defense of the United States. He did not die defending Africa! Am I making myself clear, sir?" "What a fool I've been!" Sam Duncan interjected. "Mary, was your first husband Tom Jefferson?" When she nodded, Sam continued, "Judge, let me tell you something. Tom Jefferson was one of the greatest heros we've ever had. He gave his life saving the lives of his men — most of whom were white, by the way. On the other hand, he told me before he died how his life had been saved by his platoon leader, a very young West Point graduate named—" "Sean Callahan," Mary finished. "Colleen Callahan, his widow, lives with me in Chicago." Then her eyes widened as she continued, "I'm the fool, Sam Duncan! I've known you for years, and I certainly know of your brilliant military career, but it never registered before! Tom used to write and tell me about Sam Duncan. You were his hero and the man he most wanted to emulate." Her tears were flowing in twin streams now as she concluded, "I'm certain that when he lost his life he was doing the things he was sure Sam Duncan would have done!" Turning to Rosen, she said, "Sam Duncan is one of the most decorated heros in the history of this country. Sam, do you think of yourself as an African American?" "Hell, no!" Sam replied vehemently. "On at least three separate occasions my life was saved by Ken Carlson, the greatest hero in the history of this country. And Ken is sure white. And you know something else, Judge? Ken Carlson doesn't see skin colors. He sees men! Some he likes and some he doesn't but he judges everyone against a single standard. "Do you remember Martin Luther King's dream? That we will be judged by the content of our character, not the color of our skins? Well let me tell you, that's exactly what Ken Carlson has always done." "Let me tell you something else, Judge," Mary Smith picked up. "I was born on a large farm — a plantation in the 19th century — in Virginia. It's only been in the last few years when I've had the time and money to pursue some of these interests that I learned more about the Smith family of Virginia. A couple of years ago, John and I went back to visit. Do you know what? It had been over thirty years, but I was welcomed back as a member of the family. I learned that Charles Smith, an ancestor, was a major in the First Virginia Cavalry. That was the unit commanded by Jeb Stuart," she explained. "He fought for the Confederacy. But he did not fight for slavery! I learned that, in 1861 as Charles Smith was preparing to leave his home to fight for Virginia and states' rights, he freed all of the family's slaves. I learned that my great-grandmother worked with Nancy Smith to try to maintain the plantation. They nursed the wounded and preserved the house from marauders, helped by their freedmen. A number of cavalry actions were fought around the plantation, including one in which Mr. Smith was wounded. My ancestor and Nancy Smith nursed him back to health. In 1866, they started to rebuild the place, and my mother was still there, helping Nancy and Charles Smith. "Then, when I was a little girl, I used to watch the Smiths. They were ladies and gentlemen in the finest sense of the word. We went to school, but what we really learned, we learned at home. I suppose, Judge, that my family was a victim of slavery. Well, I certainly don't see it that way. That place is home!" At this point, Sally Wilson came back into the conversation. "Judge, why don't we get down to business? The liberal ethic — and the political-correctness ethic — is too strong for us to change your behavior, let alone your mind. "Judge, what did you learn about Calvin Monroe? How much trouble has he been in over the last two years?" "As I told you on the phone," the judge replied, "we could find nothing." "How about it, Calvin?" Sally asked. For the first time, Monroe looked at her carefully. He realized she was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. But now her warm brown eyes were looking at him as if she could see through steel. Temporizing, he said, "How about what? I don't understand." "Knock it off, would you please?" she snorted. "You know damn well what I mean. How much trouble have you been in — personally! — over the last two years?" "Well, we—" "I don't give a damn about 'we'!" she interrupted. "I asked about you!" "None, ma'am," he replied softly. "You stayed in the gang for two reasons: habit, and safety, right?" she asked. Before he could respond, she continued, "By safety I mean trying to be safe from the Black Avengers, right? I don't know for sure, but most of the gangs I do know about don't look favorably on a member's resignation." Calvin nodded his head. Then he said, "There's more, too. No one in the 'hood messes with the family of a gang member. Now, even though I'm in jail..." His eyes widened as he realized the situation. "My God! Now there's nothing. The whole gang is either in jail or dead. Now there's going to be a war over what was the Avengers' turf." His eyes started to tear as he added, "Maybe it's started already. I heard a rumor the other day that a crack dealer had traded some junk to my mother for my sister, Ann. She's only nine years old." Shaking his head, he continued, "And it could have happened. With enough crack cocaine, my mother would have helped the guy, too." Glaring at Rosen, Monroe added, "Who was it, Judge, who spoke of 'the everlasting triumph of hope over experience'? That's you and the social-service establishment. You don't take the kids away from my mother because maybe now she'll turn over a new leaf. Sure she will! When shrimp learn to whistle!" "So you've done nothing wrong in the last two years?" Sally repeated. Calvin nodded. "You can speak, Calvin," Sally said. "Now let's hear it. Did you do anything wrong within the last two years?" "No, ma'am, I did not," Monroe replied emphatically. "Okay, Judge," Sally said, "here's our proposal: We want you to place Calvin Monroe in our custody. As you can see, we have three pro football players and a retired Army top sergeant. Do you think they can handle one sixteen-year-old?" "If they can't, we're in even worse trouble than I can imagine," Rosen replied. Turning to Calvin, he asked, "But what about you, Calvin? It's your life." "Before you answer, Calvin, we should tell you what we have in store for you," Sally said. After glancing at her watch she turned to the judge and said, "Your Honor, there's a very fine restaurant in the building. I've taken the liberty of reserving a table for you and the court officers. Since you are our guests, the check has been taken care of. Would that be satisfactory? We could meet you back here in two hours." Rosen knew that the restaurant was one of the finest — and most expensive — in New York. Although he knew of it, he had never eaten there. He agreed with alacrity. As he was leaving, more people entered the room. "Ah, here you are!" Sally exclaimed. She rose from her chair to greet the newcomers. Calvin was rising, too, until he saw a giant tiger pace into the room. Seeing it, he froze in his chair, afraid to move. Seeing his fear, Sally was inwardly amused. To the tiger she said, "Ching, this is Calvin Monroe. Will you introduce yourself, please?" While Calvin's eyes widened with fear, the giant tiger paced around the table to where he was sitting. Then to Calvin's utter amazement, the giant tiger sat down on his haunches in front of him and wrapped his tail neatly around, but not before he raised his right paw and extended it. Fearfully, Calvin looked into its eyes and was utterly amazed. When he had looked into the eyes of the tigers in Central Park, they had been as cold as ice. Now, he realized, this tiger's eyes looked friendly. Reaching out with both hands, he took the paw, lightly shook it and said, "How do you do, Ching. I'm Calvin Monroe." After pausing for a moment he continued, "I would like to say I'm happy to meet you, but I'm not really sure if I am." At that the tiger let out a noise that almost sounded like laughter. Then he returned to the side of his mistress and sat down. He was then introduced to the newcomers, Gloria and Bill Carson, along with another girl who appeared to be about fifteen years old, who held a sleeping infant in her arms. He learned that Carson was the all-pro safety for the Los Angeles Raiders. Gloria spoke to her softly and said, "Anita, why don't you put Martha on Ching's tummy. They both love it." Hearing her words, Ching went off to a corner of the room and lay down on his back. The girl very gently placed the infant on his soft, furry belly. When she did, with almost impossible gentleness the tiger folded his paws over the child. When he did, she wriggled happily and then returned to a deep sleep. Meanwhile the tiger was making very soft noises that served almost as a lullaby for the baby. In a few minutes, Ching's eyes were closed, too. When the girl arose, Calvin got a good look at her and immediately lost his heart. Her name was Anita Brown. She was the most perfect female he could imagine. In fact, he realized, he couldn't imagine anything nearly that good. When introductions were performed, Calvin was dismayed to see the disdain for him in her eyes. The three then seated themselves around the table and the meeting began. Deciding to take the initiative, Calvin began, "Now what is this all about, anyway? Is this 'feel-good' time for the black upper class? Good grief, just look at yourselves! You have as much in common with me as I have with that tiger over there. I heard Mrs. Smith say she was raised on a plantation in Virginia, and her first husband was a military hero. "I know that three of you — Wilson, Carson, and Jackson — all make millions a year each, just playing football. And that doesn't count the endorsements. You, Mrs. Smith, are wearing jewelry worth more money than I can conceive of. I now know that it's all real. Nothing imitation for this group!" Without replying directly, Gloria Carson asked, "Are you including me in that description?" When he said of course he was, she began to laugh. It was a lovely, merry sound. "And Anita, too?" "Just look at her!" Calvin exclaimed. "She's obviously the daughter of a friend — maybe another ball player. She just reeks of refinement and breeding. I know you're all from LA. I'll bet she couldn't find Watts or South Central on a map!" "Mr. Monroe, before you make a complete ass of yourself, perhaps I should tell you a little about me!" Anita exclaimed. Calvin realized there was fire in her eyes as she spoke. "I was born and grew up in South Central, you asshole!" She paused for a moment as she collected her thoughts. "I'm trying to remember if I was raped or seduced when I was twelve," she said softly. "I guess I was seduced. He was twenty-seven. I know there has been talk of children having children. I know you were born when your mother was fifteen. Well, Mr. Monroe, I delivered my child when I was thirteen! And my baby's father was no child!" Calvin was utterly stunned. He didn't know what to say, but he did realize his jaw had dropped when he heard her words. "You see," she continued, "I didn't have an abortion. I couldn't bear the thought of killing my baby. Fortunately, I encountered a group that cared about me, and cared for me during my pregnancy. When I delivered, my baby was put out for adoption. I'm sure he or she is in a very good home now. At least I pray that it is." Again sparks were coming from her eyes as she continued, "I don't even know if I had a boy or a girl. It was taken away before I even knew what had happened. "But then something wonderful happened to me: I met Gloria Carson, and, through her, met the Black Doves. If I'm anything better than garbage, it's solely because of Gloria and the Doves. From what you said earlier, I am making progress on my appearance. Now if only I could do better..." At this point the girl dissolved into tears. Gloria Carson effortlessly lifted the girl from her chair, sat her across her lap, held her tightly and lightly caressed her dark wavy hair. When she regained control, Anita lifted her head from Gloria's shoulder, turned to Calvin and said, "Did you see that? That's what Gloria Carson does for all of us! God, I wish my mother had been like her!" Then she dove back into Gloria's shoulder and cried again. Calvin was shaken by the girl's confession. But, although he retreated, he knew better. "Okay," he said, "so you help some kid who needs help. For that, I'm grateful. But it doesn't change anything. You're all still a bunch of oreos. Maybe Anita knows what the street's like, but the rest of you ... Hah!" Anita again lifted her head from Gloria's shoulder and asked, "What about Gloria, here. You don't think she knows anything about the ghetto?" "Of course not, woman! Are you nuts? Her? Get serious." "Calvin, my wife was a prostitute on the streets of South Central at the age of sixteen," Bill Carson said softly. "At the age of nineteen she was the victim of a gang rape. Ten guys — a gang so vicious it made the Black Avengers look like a bunch of choir boys — raped her, one after the other. At the time she was carrying every sexually transmitted disease known to medical science, and a few more beyond that. When their fun was forcibly interrupted, she was bleeding to death internally." With a very small smile he added, "Their fun was interrupted the same way your friends' was. Only his name was King. We still tease him because they were not the neatest kills he's ever made. You saw what happened to your late, unlamented leader, Ahmed? Well, he was still more or less intact — except for his gun hand, of course. With King? No one is completely sure, but the general thinking is that each of the guys was in at least five pieces, if you get my drift. The cops set the death toll by — literally — counting heads. Most were detached from their bodies." He grinned now and added, "To this day, as Gloria says, King Garfield doesn't ask a Carson, he tells! If King says jump, the only possible response from us is, 'How high would you like me to jump, dear King?' How did Gloria get here, then? She was bleeding to death, and dying from sexually transmitted diseases to boot." Bill swallowed hard and said, "An angel named Martha Garfield happened. She nearly gave her life to save Gloria's by donating over five pints of her blood to transfuse my wife. I can't tell you how incredibly proud we are to have Marty and Don Garfield as little Martha's godparents. Martha is named after Marty, of course." Now he glared at Calvin and added, "Martha Bradford Garfield is the most beautiful blue-eyed blonde you've ever seen in your life, by the way. The same as the rest of this crowd, she's color-blind, too." He slowly shook his head and said, "God, we love that woman! And beyond everything else, we consider the Garfields to be our closest friends. They're just great!" Before Calvin could respond, Ron Jackson spoke up. "Bill says Gloria was a prostitute. Well, son, I tried to prostitute my wife! To demonstrate my manhood, I insisted that April get rid of her birth-control pills. Then, when she gave birth to our son, Ron, junior, I brought her to a team party where I had her nurse my teammates at her tit after drinking brandy. She was nursing them on brandy Alexanders! Does that sound familiar? "Anyway, she straightened me up — although I really don't know why she bothered — and then married me. Just look at her!" he commanded. "She's a queen. And yet I did that to her. But she married me, anyway." Although tears of sorrow were streaming from his eyes, he did not lower his head. "I did it to myself, darling," April said softly. "You didn't make me." Ron just shook his head. The others had been watching Calvin carefully. Finally, April said softly, "Anita, please strip for us." The girl's eyes widened for a moment but then she gracefully rose from Gloria's lap and began to undress. When she was completely naked, it was obvious to Cal that she wanted to cover her tits and cunt. Instead, she just threw back her head causing her lovely tits to thrust upward. Then she looked at him strangely. "Go to him now, Anita. Let him see you up close. Oh! And give him a kiss, please," April commanded. Padding around the table, she stood next to his chair. Rising from his chair almost involuntarily, Cal took her in his arms, hugged her tightly, and then lowered his mouth to hers. When their lips met, he could feel her body trembling in his arms. Their kiss, when it came, was the most magnificent thing he had ever experienced. He could feel the electricity pour through them and was almost deafened by the bells. As if in a trance, he released her and she moved back a step. The next thing he knew, she slapped him across the face as hard as she could — and because she was in marvelous physical condition, that was hard, indeed. "Calvin Monroe, I hate you!" she screamed. "Look what you made me do!" Her hand moved down to her leg and she tried to wipe up her cuntal juices that were still flowing copiously. Then she stood up even straighter and announced, "I'm not a virgin, Calvin Monroe. You can see the stretch marks from my pregnancy." She moved her slender fingers along her crotch and he could see the tiny lines she was talking about. "I'm not either, Anita," he replied softly. "But I do know I love you very much." Then standing as straight as he could he continued, "I don't know what the plans are for me, but I do know that now I have an incentive to try to make myself the best person I can possibly be to try to become worthy of your love. You have my love for all eternity, darling Anita. I love you!" Before anyone could respond, a stentorian Voice said, "You have the makings, Calvin Monroe. Now take that girl in your arms again." In an instant Cal had his arms around his love to protect her. A golden glow encircled their heads and then covered them both like a blanket. "Anita Brown and Calvin Monroe, you are pleasing in my eyes." Then there was a deep-throated chuckle and the Voice continued, "David Wilson, what do you think? Does Calvin have the makings of a good quarterback? Is he tall enough, do you think?" "Yes, Sir, I certainly do," Dave responded softly. "Neat! Then he will go to Yale and quarterback its team. And you, Anita Brown, will go, too. But now that you are again a virgin, I hope you will maintain it until you and Cal marry. Of course, you can relieve him, as necessary. And, Calvin, Anita's nectar is as sweet as sugar. You'll love it." There was a very brief pause and he continued, "Now, you two, I want to see you kiss again. Goodness gracious, that first time we could hear the bells all the way up here!" Again Cal lowered his head and found her looking up at him with her lips apart. As he kissed her, he gently ran his fingers over her body and found it to be as soft as satin, yet underneath he could feel her muscles rippling. When they parted again, Anita asked, "Cal, do you like my cunt? I have a small dense patch exactly like April's. It's silky. Do you like it? The rest of my cunt is bare, though." With a little giggle she added, "This way you won't get hair caught in your teeth." Calvin Monroe thought she was utterly perfect. Then the Voice continued, "April Jackson, I want you to know that you are practicing the perfect form of charity. You and your people — particularly including Gloria — are enabling people to achieve their dreams. You're not giving it to them. You're lending. So they hold their heads high and feel good about themselves because of what they are achieving. That is real self-esteem." After a pause He continued, "Since you made poor Anita strip, what's wrong with the rest of you women? I always see you bare at home. Why not here?" When the women were all bare, they heard a clucking sound. "Mary Smith, what's your excuse? You are a true grandmother, not an adopted one like Ellie. But you have a body that is utterly magnificent. But how can you ever keep John out of your cunt?" With a wonderfully warm smile she replied, "Lord, you've certainly heard the line about a woman as a depository for a man's sexual fluids?" The Voice said that he had. "Well," Mary continued, "they never told us that sometimes the guy runs out." With that she sat nude across John Smith's lap and kissed him. Then, with a wonderfully warm sigh she ended the kiss and added, "Even John!" "Oh, well," the Voice concluded, "here's where I get another ration of you-know-what from everyone up here. All they talk about is my girl-watching. Now I'm going to tell them that it's women-watching. Mary Smith and Ellen Duncan, you are both utterly magnificent creatures, even if I do say so myself! Now all of you, I expect to see Anita and Cal both worked hard, understand?" Then, in a soft and loving tone he added, "Anita, your child is receiving the very best of care. The child has been adopted by a couple unable to have children of their own. They utterly adore your baby and give thanks to me every night for giving them such an utterly perfect child. And it is perfect. That child will grow and make a major positive contribution to the world. But it could never have happened if you had not had the courage to carry it, even though you were only a child yourself. Thank you. You are blessed." There was a clap of thunder, and the golden glow covered everyone in the room. Then it expanded and finally exploded, knocking everyone unconscious. When he recovered, Cal found that Anita was still in his arms. Lifting her head he whispered, "Can I thank you, too? And can I tell you how much I admire what you did? Woman, I love you!" Then they kissed again, the very best kiss yet. When they eased apart, they saw Ching still covering the baby with his forelegs. It was obvious that the tiger could not have been more proud to find that his family had been explicitly recognized by Almighty God. When Judge Rosen returned with the court officers, he found them still preoccupied. Although a wonderful lunch had been brought in, no one was eating. They were all still thinking about what had transpired and had been just moving the food around on their plates. The one major change was that the girl, Anita Brown, was sitting comfortably across Calvin Monroe's lap. "Have you made a decision?" the judge asked. "Yes, sir, I have," Cal replied. "I will do absolutely anything asked of me. And, Judge Rosen, I would like to thank you for the opportunity and to apologize for the things I said to you." Rosen just shook his head and said, "Calvin, there's no apology called for. As much as I regret to say it, you were right and I was wrong. And, Calvin, I'm going to try to change. Really, I am." ------- A week later in Judge Bruce Rosen's courtroom nine young men stood before the bench. All had pleaded guilty to a series of crimes, and all were immediately sentenced to ten years in prison. Because it was a juvenile hearing, there were no members of the press present. No one noticed the absence of Calvin Monroe, or if he did, there was no comment about it. At the same time, the media were out in force at the SPCA hospital on the East Side where the cubs were being released. Although they were still weak, the two cubs padded out on the sidewalk followed by Prince and Princess. They were accompanied by Caitie and Sheila who was still bandaged herself. In response to requests from the press, the two giant tigers took their house cat poses with the two cubs sitting in front of them. The two doctors were interviewed and expressed joy that the cubs had been saved. Dr. Carter said that the they were the most perfect young specimens of Panthera tigris tigris — the Royal Bengal tiger — that anyone in the organization had ever seen. The gathered reporters were astonished when, hearing Carter's words, they saw Prince kiss his mate. They could all hear what was undeniably purring from the giant cats. Moreover, from the behavior of the two adults, it seemed that they were deeply in love and that Prince was thanking his consort for giving birth to such wonderful cubs. Then the two giants kissed their children causing them to purr with joy, too. The End ... for now. ------- The End ------- Posted: 2002-07-06 Last Modified: 2012-04-18 / 03:17:51 pm Version: 1.20 ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------