Chapter 33

While I had been busy finding and setting up the sting for Gary, Sally and Janey had also been busy. I should have known better than to leave the two of them alone with my sister. Although it still isn't clear what part Marion played in all of this, I suspect it is far greater than any of the three of them have ever admitted to me, especially considering what happened as a result.

To begin with, Janey had recognized the girl at the opera as a student from her school. From there it was a simple task to find out her name, Simone LeBrech, that she was French, smart and extremely shy. Sally took it from there and followed her home one afternoon after school and found where she lived. The day she had done that was the day Gary left for South America and she saw him carrying his suitcase out of the house and down to a waiting cab. She had been terrified that Gary might have seen her, but she knew when he packed like that he would be gone for at least a week.

She used the next week to set up a fictitious meeting with the mother. Knowing Sally, she couldn't pull off a lie to save her life, and the two women were soon weeping and swapping horror stories about life with Gary. Sally had come clean with her, so Nicole confessed she was at her wit's end as Gary was sexually abusing her little girl after he put Nicole into bondage. He made her watch each assault. Lately, each time he was getting rougher and rougher with the girl.

Sally liked Nicole immediately and wanted to help her somehow. Her heart went out to her and being the kind-hearted and generous person she was, she offered my services, too. The only problem was, she hadn't asked me first. In fact, I knew nothing of this, as I was busy shanghaiing Gary.

So, there I was, innocently sitting at my desk, forcing myself to work, or at least look like it. The last week or two I had been out of touch with my clients and, secure as their investments were, they liked to be occasionally reminded I was watching out for them. I managed to soothe a few ruffled feathers and nervous nellies before I just gave up and stared at the blank fucking wall.

That was how Sally found me when she popped into my office. I was so preoccupied with not knowing how things were going in Chile that I didn't notice her until she finally cleared her throat.

I looked at her. She was sitting Indian-style on my blotter and was offering me something. She looked very serious. I really had been somewhere else mentally. At first I thought she was handing me her collar, but I knew this wasn't the position for that.

"What is that, Sally?"

"It is a thong of a bride." I remembered the story Amud had told me about the thong, and what it was for. Sally's next words confirmed it. "I , uh, need to ask you for a favor."

"Sally, you know that everything I have is yours. You don't need a thong."

"Well, uh, it's kind of a special request, Larry. It would require a thong. Believe me."

I should have known right then that something catastrophic was afoot. I should have run like the devil himself was chasing me. Did I? Nope! Call me curious, call me stupid, I stayed.

"Is that your thong?" I didn't think she had had the time to finish one, even if she had started when we first knew about them.

She paused at that. " Uh, no. I borrowed one from Bala."

"Borrowed?" She nodded. "You've started one of your own to replace it?"

"Yes."

"Borrowing is not a good idea, even from friends. Give it back to her. Bring me your thong."

"It's not ready yet. This one can be used for singing now."

"Can the favor wait for the thong to be finished?"

"I don't think so."

I thought for moment, making her wait. She squirmed so nicely when she was nervous. "Bring me yours. I will accept it on the condition that you finish it."

Sally climbed down off my desk and left the room. Three minutes later she came back in. Kneeling this time, she offered up her thong to me. It was still damp from having resided within her vaginal canal.

"You're offering me this as a slave?"

"Yes, Master."

"But you're not wearing my collar! How can I accept this?"

Her hands flew to her neck. Blushing, and unusually flustered for her, she scampered to the rack that held hers and Janey's collars. Returning to her knees, she offered me her collar. I fastened it on. Again, she offered me the thong.

"Are you properly attired, slave?" I asked her in mock severity.

Her look at me was definitely not that of a calm submissive woman. She realized by now I was teasing her. I think I liked her exasperated with me. Well, a little bit, anyway.

It took her longer to return this time and I heard other voices being shushed in the hallway. Still glaring at me, she made her way over to my chair and kneeled for a third time. Once more, she lifted the thong.

"When was the last time you did your Head Time, slave?" I realized that she was desperate enough that I could get this to go on indefinitely. This could be interesting.

Her hands lowered slowly in surrender. She realized I was going to make her work before I accepted the thong from her. With a heavy sigh of frustration, she opened my trousers and freed my hardening cock. This happened far too rarely for me, having Sally in this position. I settled back and relaxed, ready to enjoy the feeling of utter silence and peace while having the head of my cock bathed in my lover's mouth.

Sally gave an exasperated grunt as I settled back, but did not break from her place. I let her wait for a long 15 minutes before I gently caressed her cheek, a signal she could finish.

"Thank you, Master. I have missed that, too." She knew what I was thinking? God Damn!

This time, with utter supplication, she held up the thong.

I accepted it, obliging me to honor her request. I lifted the damp leather to my nose and inhaled the scent of my love. I didn't realize yet what an expensive bouquet it was going to be, but right then I didn't care. I was still lost in the arousing aroma of the thong and didn't notice when two other women entered the room. Sally stayed bowed down, my prick stayed standing free as she had left it, waving in the breeze.

I think she knew what my reaction was going to be to her request. She was right to be a little afraid. Pissed would be a nice word for it.

She introduced Nicole and Simone, mother and daughter. They looked vaguely familiar. When she mentioned they had been the two women with Gary the night of the concert, it hit me. And I suddenly had an awful feeling I knew what the favor was going to be. Really pissed would be closer.

Her request was that I allow Nicole and Simone to join the household. Permanently. Both were aware of our lifestyle and were willing to join. Eager, in fact. Nicole would be another slave and Simone would be, well, another daughter, sort of.

I sat stone still, trying to convince myself of my love for Sally, trying to figure out what in the fucking Hell she was doing. Was she really offering me another woman? I mean, sure, Nicole was nice to look at, but shit, Sally and I weren't even married yet! I for damned sure wasn't tired of her and didn't think I would ever be.

My knuckles were white on the arms of the chair. This one was metal, so they didn't snap like the one in the kitchen. But they did bend a little. I tried really hard not to yell at her, to humiliate her in front of the people she was trying so hard to help. I zipped up my pants for starters, my erection collapsing as the totality of her request hit me.

God Damn fucking women. Don't they always know when you've reached that last piece of rope? I was worried about two of my friends, the shadow and Juan Miguel, and she brings home two strangers. I had just sent a man to his death, albeit justifiable in my mind, and had put another friend in possible peril. The waiting was killing me and I wasn't ready for this right now.

And things with Sally and Janey were going so well, too! How is it that just when you finally get a good grip on what's going on, they ask you to do something that totally fucks up the system? And then want you to fix it? God Damn it all to Fucking Hell!

I managed to do two things. I didn't yell at her and I managed to remind myself that I loved her. I didn't have a clue what she was trying to do, but if this was important enough for her to ask for, it was important enough for me to consider. OK, technically, by accepting the thong, I had no choice. But, technically, it wasn't our fucking custom, either.

I reached down and touched Sally's head. I nodded curtly for her and the young girl to leave. Nicole LeBrech stood before me, her head bowed down. I looked at her for a while in silence. She was a fine looking woman, different in most ways from Sally, and I will admit, the sight of her stirred my blood. I felt guilty, momentarily.

She sat down at my request in one of my office chairs. I asked her to tell me her story, to be as complete and honest as she felt she could be. It was odd, but I could not sense her as I could Sally and Janey. It was like there was a nothingness there, like the feelings had been beaten out of her. When I thought back, I had sensed something from Simone, but it felt different than what I sensed form Sally and Janey. Like she was more stiff or something. I couldn't place it and, right then, I didn't have the time to think about it. Nicole was talking.

She had been born in a little village outside of Paris, France. Her mother had died in childbirth, so she had never known her. Saddened by the loss of his true love, but a proud man, her Papa had refused all help from the village women and raised Nicole by himself. He was a loving parent, but refused to dote on her. He was a perfectionist himself and demanded her very best efforts in all she did, often punishing her for substandard efforts. He did not punish her for failing when she had given her best effort.

Nicole had thrived in that atmosphere. She proved to be exceptionally bright and finished her basic schooling, the equivalent of American high school, by the age of 15. At the graduation festivities, Nicole got extremely drunk. Simone was born 9 months later. She hadn't exactly been raped, but she didn't know who the father was.

Papa took this development in stride. He moved to Paris with her so she could start University. Simone was born between end of term exams. Papa found a job at night in an auto factory and helped Nicole raise Simone until she finished with her Ph.D. work five years later. She had a doctorate in neurochemistry.

Papa had been killed in an explosion at the auto plant. Devastated and alone with a young daughter, Nicole had latched onto - her words - the first man to come along that showed any interest in her. Using her small inheritance, he brought her to America, but, when the money ran out, so did he.

Determined to make it, she called one of her Professors who had taken an interest in her career. He referred her to the president of a small biotech company near where she was currently living in the US who needed a neurochemist. For the next year or two, Nicole worked hard, as Papa had trained her to and she did well. Being beautiful helped and she had more and more contact with the CEO of the company, an old curmudgeon who had gone through several wives already. Nicole rebuffed his advances, but the old bastard really fell hard for her. He prevailed and they married, much to the dismay of her other suitors.

She continued to do well, the company prospered from her patents and, predictably, the old man died. He died happy, in bed with Nicole, but it was traumatic for her. He had left her everything her owned, other than what went to the other wives and the stockholders. He had been smart enough to have everything tied up legally so they didn't contest the will. None of then wanted to fight his lawyers again, it seemed.

Nicole and Simone had been naturalized to US citizenship during this stint. She ran the company for a while, but it wasn't what she wanted to do. She missed the lab. She wanted out of the corporate rat race. Through her own contacts in the industry, she found a buyer for the company and made several people very rich, including herself.

Being rich, single and beautiful would not seem to present a problem to most people, but Nicole seemed to attract smooth con men. She had invested her fortune wisely and had put several roadblocks between it and any confidence scheme, but that didn't stop the pricks from trying. Most of them tried the wrong approach, trying to sweet talk or woo her with flowers. Those she felt comfortable with, as those she could handle.

Gary was the first one to touch her submissive nature, and it rattled her to her core. Knowing of his quasi-intelligence training, it did not surprise me that he quickly found his way through her obstacles to her bank accounts and was bleeding them at an alarming rate. But even at the rate he was going, she had enough to keep him in fresh Gucci's for another four years or so.

My ears perked up at that. That was serious money she was talking about. It was also obvious that that represented something more to her than just security. If she became a part of the household, I would have to make sure her money was kept totally autonomous from mine. I would handle it the same way I did with Sally and Janey's funds, but I knew I would have to take special care to make her feel comfortable that I was not after her money. It wouldn't be easy. If I had that kind of money, I'd be suspicious of everyone, too.

She didn't say much about Gary. She didn't have to. I knew what he put her through. The gentle seduction into bondage, setting the hook, then the humiliation and degradation. That he was actually abusing Simone sexually to accomplish this humiliation disturbed me, as I hadn't seen a pattern of young girls in his profile. Simone was a mature young woman for her age, that much I could see, but she was still a little younger than Janey. There must have been something special about her to attract Gary to her.

I had come to realize that I couldn't have been the only person in the universe to have the ability to 'sense' emotions, as I had been doing with Sally and Janey. I think, on some level, we all do. We just never recognize it for what it is. I think pheromones, facial expression and body language get confused in the mix, too. Besides, being 'sensitive' isn't always considered to be a compliment to a male, although I had always tried to be. I was beginning to realize that Gary must have had the ability to sense a submissive nature in women. Hell, he may even have had the ability to project one onto them, but the thought that that might be possible scared the living shit out of me. He did seem to be able to 'find' a lot of submissive women, though, and I didn't recollect Miki being like that. I shuddered and put the thought behind me.

Nicole went on to tell me about Simone. It was like watching a train wreck. Simone had shown early signs of genius. Not like her mother. Smarter. Off the IQ scale. She was also a pretty child and, for the most part, well adjusted, especially for someone with her brilliance. If she had a flaw, it was her instinctual trust in males.

That had led to Nicole's first lover raping Simone at a very young age. Nicole had not known about the continued sexual assaults on her daughter until he had run out. Simone's pediatrician had discovered the signs of sexual activity after a routine exam. Nicole was devastated at this. Children's services almost took Simone away from her. If she hadn't found the job at the biotech firm and moved out of state, they would have. By the time they found her again, she was well established at the company and the corporate lawyers took care of the legal matters for her. For once, they were good for something. I made a mental note to find out more about that law firm. Lawyers with good hearts were rarer than honest politicians.

Simone's escape from the misery and pain of the betrayal of her trust was in learning. Books of all kinds were her escape, the more challenging the better. She was like a black hole when it came to learning. She sucked in everything she came across from music to medicine, Plato to physics. Often, she would have trouble applying what she knew, but that was probably because she knew too much. She had too many choices and, really, how often in life is there just one right answer? I had to smile at that. I was facing the same situation right now, but I was desperately trying to find a suitable alternative.

Nicole had kept Simone in school with children her own age for her social development. She knew too well what the consequences could be of being so much younger than all the other kids. It was important for her that Simone develop a social maturity that could help her through the tough times she was bound to have ahead of her, being as different as she was from everyone else in the 'smarts' department. Simone had been adjusting well, trying to find her place in each class, developing a friend or two to pal around with. It was lately that things began to change.

Gary's abuse of Simone confused her. True to form, she trusted him. He used that trust against her, then he began abusing her, mentally and physically. Unlike before, when she had been told to keep what was happening a secret from her mother, Gary flaunted what they did in front of her mother.

When Gary began hurting her, her reaction was to withdraw. Nicole broke down at this point and I had to wait for her to regain a semblance of self-control before she could continue. Simone hadn't spoken for the last three weeks, not to anyone, as far as she could tell. At first she thought it was just a phase. Then the notes from her teachers began to come home, followed by a quietly panicked phone call from the school counselor. From her previous experience with Child services, Nicole was frantic, afraid she would lose Simone for good this time, but didn't know what to do. She had actually been preparing injections for suicide for herself and Simone when Sally showed up.

I sat there, stunned that this woman could show such composure with the trauma she had been though. I wasn't prepared to deal with all her baggage, though it seemed trite to label her very real emotional problems that way. Another traumatized daughter was not on my most-favorite list, either. I remembered the agonizing Sally and I had gone through with Janey, and that was just last week!

But, like Sally, my heart went out to her. She had no one else. It touched a chord deep inside me, challenged me to rethink the paradigms of my own life. This time, it wouldn't just be me, but Sally and Janey would help, too. Somehow I knew that was what Sally intended, but making them a part of our family? It was time to call Sally back in.

She entered at my call for her, apparently standing right outside my door. One look at her face told me she had known everything Nicole had just told me. There was probably more tragedy, too, but the highlights were enough for me. She came and knelt at my feet.

"Go sit down, Sally. Consider your collar off for the time being. I need complete and honest answers to some questions."

I turned to Nicole. "In this house, I insist on openness and honesty, even when you are in a submissive role. Sally knows that, but I just wanted to remind her. Now, I have to ask you some questions about how you see yourself fitting in here. You know, as you can see from Sally's attire and collar, that she has a submissive role in this relationship. That is, by the way, her preference, not my demand. Can you deal with that?"

Nicole lowered her eyes, but didn't blush. "What that awful man did to me gave me the most intense feelings I have ever felt. I was hooked from the first soft rope he used to tie me up. I am so ashamed of my weakness, to have wanted it so badly, but I couldn't help myself. It wasn't love. I knew that. It was worse. I could find love almost anywhere. He was the only person I knew who could make me feel like that. It was like a drug, an addicting drug.

"It tore me apart when he touched Simone, but I was helpless to stop him. I..." she broke down again, "...I orgasmed at first, it felt so naughty, being so helpless to stop him. At first he only touched her, then he made her do things. Soon he was fucking her. Three weeks ago he beat her."

She paused, thinking. "I have thought much about this. I am not an ignorant person. I realize, since talking to Sally, but not only that, that I need to be in a submissive role, too. Yes. If this life is possible, I want it." She looked over at Sally, who took her hand in support. "I need it."

Shit! They were in this together, already. I still had some questions.

"OK, you want to do this. What about Simone?"

Nicole looked up at me now, her eyes sharp and focused. This seemed to be more like her normal approach to life. "Sally has told me about how you are working with Janey..."

In a moment of panic I focused my link on Sally and shot her a questioning 'Everything?' I wasn't sure if it would work, but my heart rate and adrenaline were high enough that if anything would make it work, it should now. Amazingly, it did.

"No. Not 'everything,'" she replied softly through the link. I think we were both stunned at what we had just done, but there were more pressing matters at hand.

"...to help her get over her attack. From what I have seen of Janey, she seems very well adjusted. I think..." she smile wryly, "...I think that this time, for some reason, it is me who trusts you. I apologize in advance, but Simone does not trust you or any man now, and is bound to give you trouble."

Ah, the magic button. The hook. A challenge. I couldn't resist. Not after getting walking pneumonia in college, not with the risk of losing Sally. Not now. Knowingly or not, she had offered me the bait I needed.

What was I thinking? It was going to be a challenge fitting two more attractive and probably willing females into a sexually charged environment. What she was telling me about Simone made her an impossible challenge. With emotional stakes as high as possible. I was hooked.

"Sally, how did you see this working? How did you think they would fit in here?"

She looked flustered. Thinking of something is one thing. Saying it out loud, in broad daylight is grounds for commitment to the loony bin. "They, uh, well, they, er,..."

"Start with Nicole, here. What would be her role?"

"Oh, well, uh, I though we could share, you know..." She just left it hanging.

"You thought you and I would share Nicole? I don't need another slave."

Sally blushed, and glanced over at Nicole for support. She must have gotten it, because she actually said it. "No, Larry. I thought Nicole and I would share you. And before you ask, yes, I have thought about this, and, yes, we would share you in every way." She was rather abrupt at the end.

Well excuuuuse me.

"What if she doesn't appeal to me?"

Two sets of eyes widened and stared at me, one in horror that the owner might be found unsatisfactory, the other pair in the horror that their owner's master could have voiced such a tactless question. One pair caught on that I was playing with them.

"Sally, it's OK. He said 'what if'."

"Huh?"

"He said 'what if'. That means he likes me." Nicole looked at me, suddenly shy. "I think."

I smiled broadly at having been caught out so easily. Damn, I was going to have to get sharper in a hurry to stay ahead of this one. And the daughter was smarter still? Deep, deep shit we're in here, bubba. Deep, deep shit.

I tipped back my chair and closed my eyes, trying to think this out. Sally was trying to alter our relationship and I thought I knew why. As overwhelming as I had found her submissiveness earlier, I had seen indications lately that she found my possessiveness of her to be equally overwhelming. There had been hints, even a small rebellion, in her own fashion.

This was not just another shot across the bows, though. This was her solution. Served up on as attractive a platter as I had seen, I must admit, but I didn't like it. I didn't like not having a choice. This tasted a little like an ultimatum.

"Sally...?"

"I know, Larry. You love me." She stopped, got up and came over to my chair. She tipped me upright and sat on my lap. "I don't like to shout that across the desk," she said tenderly. "I love you, too. I always will. Believe it or not, it won't change because of Nicole, or Simone, or even Janey. I am absolutely convinced of your heart, of your love, of your intentions. It is that absoluteness that gives me the freedom to ask this of you." She didn't add that it was also that total dedication to her that was driving her crazy. She always did have a kind heart.

"I know this won't be easy," she continued, "but you've never shied away from the tough things, have you?" She leaned down and whispered in my ear, digging into my ribs with her fingers at the same time, "This one you can fuck, too, lover. Really!" She collapsed in a giggling heap as I dumped her unceremoniously off my lap and onto the floor.

"All right! All right!" I had the attention of both of them. "I'll agree, but with conditions." Sally groaned. Loudly. It was almost a 'God help us' moan, but I couldn't quite make out the words.

"Nicole and Simone may move in. Until further arrangements can be made, Simone will move into Janey's room. Agreed?"

Sally nodded. It was always easiest to give away someone else's privacy. I wondered what the two girls would say to having a roommate.

"Nicole? You will be Sally's submissive. She will be your Mistress."

Sally sat there, open-mouthed, stunned. Speechless, for once.

Chapter 34

The new arrangement didn't work. It was an uneasy arrangement to begin with. Sally got stressed out in about two days, which made it worse. She became overbearing, surly, bossy. She couldn't handle being a mistress to Nicole.

The decision had not pleased Nicole, either, though she was in a submissive role, as she had wanted. She suffered from a reluctant mistress, however, and in short order, her more aggressive personality made the situation worse.

It got a little better for a while after I gathered them together and told them what had happened to Gary. I called them all into the Free Room. I answered every question I could. I told them about Miki. We watched the news coverage of the funerals for the dead girls. Sally and Nicole understood they owed their lives to their daughters being in a public school. I thought we were all bonding nicely, and that the roughest part was behind us. Boy, was I wrong.

Sally tried to assert her dominance, I will give her that. I found her tactics intriguing and filed them away in case I needed to impress my mastery over Sally in the future. First, she stripped Nicole of all clothing. Not a shred of covering. Not that I minded. Nicole was indeed a beauty, but about as different from Sally as you could get. Where Sally was petite, Nicole was statuesque. Tall, almost 6 foot. Her dark hair and olive complexion made Sally seem pale, even with Sally's lightly tanned skin. Together with her intelligent piercing aristocratic blue eyes, she was a striking woman.

Nicole did not seem to have an ounce of excess fat on her, now that I could readily see all of her. That's not to say she wasn't feminine, far from it. She had all the curves necessary to qualify, and then some. Her breasts were about the same size as Sally's but seemed smaller on Nicole's larger frame. Her waist was incredibly narrow. Sally told me it was only 20 inches. I detected more than a little jealousy when she told me that. Nicole also had that feature that millions of men react to automatically. She had that natural diamond-shaped open space between her thighs, right at the top. Prehistorically, that meant a wide carriage for bearing young and the eroticism of that image was programmed into the male sex chromosome. Sally had it, too, but Nicole... Oh, my! ...the first time I saw her silhouetted in the light from the window behind her, I think I began to finally lust after her. That perfect diamond of light just below her crotch lit a slow burning fire in me.

Next, Sally had Nicole sleep on the floor at the foot of our bed. This I found interesting, as well, because, if anything, her presence during our intimate times added to Sally's stress and distress. She became uneasy when we made love, to the point I had to remind her who was boss. Well, at least, who it was who thought he was boss, anyway. I never forced her to have sex, but she didn't enjoy it as much with Nicole there.

Third was that she had Nicole doing all the shit work. Cleaning, dusting, scrubbing, shopping - grocery, not clothes, gardening, and so on. Everything but what she was suited to do, which was to use her brain. Mindless drivel.

Added to all this was that Janey and Simone were not getting along, either. Janey only had a single bed in her room, so they were not only sharing a room, but a bed, too. Simone was jealous of Janey's popularity, Janey of Simone's brains. There were phone messages that didn't get delivered, sabotaged reports and tests, and so on. Simone was really trying to mess with Janey and doing a good job.

For her part, Janey was trying to get along, if only half-heartedly. She came to me one evening in tears, sweaty from one of the pick-up basketball games. Simone had begun to put a damper on these events, too. I really think she wanted to participate, but she was shy and unfamiliar with basketball. Janey poured out all her woes, blaming everyone, including me, obliquely, for the crap she had to live with.

I held her on my lap trying to work things out. This mess was largely my fault. I know, I know. Sally's way would have probably been better, but it still rubbed me the wrong way to have her decide without consulting me. Even if she was right.

I asked what Janey had done to make Simone's situation better. She looked at me funny, as if it was a strange concept that she might have to do something to help Simone fit in. I asked her if she had ever made her feel like she was welcome. Again she looked at me funny.

I hugged her to me and, without thinking, I told her that it might help Simone feel like she belonged if Janey went out of her way to do something special for her, to make her know she was wanted.

"Like what?" she wanted to know.

"I don't know. Just think about what would make you feel special and wanted and do that for her." Honestly, I didn't have anything in mind at the time.

Later that night, I woke to a familiar elbow in my side. "Larry? You awake?"

"Uh-huh. Now I am."

"Oh, sorry. Did you talk to Janey today?"

"Uh-huh."

"About Simone?"

"Ummm."

"What did you tell her to do?"

Suddenly alert to the edge in her voice, I was now fully awake. And I sensed it, too, but it was different somehow. We had both sensed when Janey had an orgasm and we were familiar with that. This one was different, like it was learning how to feel good.

"God! It's her first orgasm!" Sally whispered to me, after leaning over and checking on Nicole, just to make sure she wasn't fingering herself.

"Should I check on them?"

"No. Let them finish."

"Them? How can you tell there are two of them?"

I could sense her smile in the dark. "Don't know. I just do. Janey's giving Simone an orgasm. Again."

We both felt this one, too, stronger, more sure of itself, more welcomed into the body it was entering.

Janey was diligent, I'll give you that. Simone was cumming like a pro when Janey finally stopped working her over. I slipped in to check on them when it had been quiet for a while. I was greeted by a gorgeous tangle of teen limbs. Simone was zonked. Janey was still awake. I sat by her side and took her hand.

"What was it you did, kiddo?"

"What you said."

"Uh, I don't think I said to do anything like what just happened here."

She grinned up at me. "You could feel her, too? God, she didn't know what was happening to her!"

"And what was happening to her, Janey? Inquiring minds want to know."

She sort of snorted when she giggled, most unladylike. "Well, I thought about what you said, about doing something to make her feel special and wanted. I thought about what made me feel that way. Then I remembered the time you did me with your mouth, about how good that made me feel and all. So I did her."

"She didn't object?"

"Well, uh, I, uh, I kind of surprised her. After a minute, when I didn't bite, she quit struggling."

"Struggling?"

"Uh-huh! I sort of tied her hands to the bed first, like you did mine."

Oh God, I had created a monster.

"You didn't mind that she was a girl?"

"You mean that lezzie thing?"

"Yeah. People can be kind of mean if they find out."

"Oh. Simone wouldn't tell. And even if she does, that's OK, too. It was my gift to her. What she does with it is up to her. Isn't that what you've been trying to tell me all along, Dad?"

I leaned over and kissed this marvelous young woman goodnight, my tears dripping on her sweaty and slimy face.

"I would have sex with you right now if you wanted, kiddo." I knew she had not cum and was still sexually aroused.

She grinned up at me, then hugged me tight. I thought for a moment she was going to take me up on my offer. I wasn't sure if I hoped she would or if I hoped she wouldn't. She held me for the longest time, then whispered, "Thanks, Dad," in my ear.

Maybe you had to be there, but I thought it was a Hell of a touching moment. I went back to my room and went to sleep.

OK. Now, if you came home and heard, 'Oh, God, Oh, God, Yes, Yes, Yes. Oh God that's so big and hard, Do my ass, too, harder, please, please don't stop,' or various repetitions and renditions thereof emanating from your daughter's bedroom, screamed in a loud and excited manner, what would you think? Right! You keep a shotgun in the closet for just such an instance.

Unfortunately, it was Sally and Nicole who came home from a foreshortened day of shopping, as Nicole was being a real bitch. Unknown to them, Janey and Simone had decided to play hooky from school to further explore the territory discovered the night before. What they walked in on was Simone pounding Janey with a dildo, who was the one screaming. Simone was eagerly returning the favor Janey had done for her the entire hour before. The girls thought they were alone in the house and were being as noisy and raunchy as they wanted. It was all in fun, just girl stuff, sort of like male bonding. Yeah, right!

Sally immediately knew what was going on through her link with Janey. She thought it was strange that Janey sounded like she was having a lot more fun than it felt like she was experiencing through the link, but she also knew that the other person in the room was not me. We had said goodbye this morning in the shower, as I had to run up to the Guild for some business meetings. She deducted correctly that Janey's partner in passion was Simone, and that was the reason for the verbal encouragement. Janey and Sally had both commented to me at the seeming inability of Nicole to feel anything on their link, and that Simone's link felt funny to them. The way they talked, it sounded as if they really pitied them that loss.

Nicole, however, didn't know who was with Janey, only that Janey seemed to be getting a good fucking, one of a lifetime, from the sounds of it. Whether to herself or if she meant Sally to hear wasn't clear, but she muttered, "The little bitch will be as big a slut as her mother soon." Of course, she muttered it in French. Then again, maybe it was Sally's fault for not informing Nicole she spoke fluent French and could understand the colloquial vulgarisms she constantly used when referring to her and Janey.

Needless to say, the comment didn't sit well with Sally. I had learned early on that malicious words would wound Sally worse than the whip. Those words from Nicole cut her deeply. Unbidden, a vengeful anger started to grow in her heart. Attack Sally and she would fight back, attack her daughter and she would get vengeance.

Uncharacteristic of Sally, she ignored her anger. I had commanded her to be a mistress. She was trying to do her best. She also didn't want to embarrass Nicole by letting her know she understood French. There were things to do, preparations for the next visit by our friends. Sally still had to organize two more costumes for Nicole and Simone, and, as she had discovered, Nicole was domestically worthless. She couldn't cook, clean, sew, iron, or straighten up. What exactly was she to do with this worthless bitch?

Amud and Bala's next visit was to be a special occasion. Not only would Nicole and Simone be introduced to our friends and into the growing relationship we had with them, it was also the occasion for the first public dance performance by Janey. Bala had been working them hard, and Janey had excelled under her teaching. I truly appreciated the practice drills that Sally showed me, especially when she was impaled on my iron hard prick. But I think the very fact that she practiced with me defeated the purposes of the drills. She was still much improved from that first dance she did for me.

Finally all was in readiness for the evening. The women served Amud and I a sumptuous dinner, two delectable maidens served the wine, and the cigars were slowly smoldering down. It had been a delightful evening. My belly was full, my cock was hard, all was right with the world. I was beginning to look forward to a wild night with my lover, when the ching-ching of the music sounded. I leaned back to relax. I had forgotten about the premier.

The occasion of a first dance was special as the women were allowed to enter the main tent and sit with the men. Bala sat with Amud. Simone, Sally and Nicole came to sit with me, although Sally positioned Nicole so she was not near Amud or myself. I wondered at the intentional slight on her part, but just then Janey danced through the veiled door. Or should I say she floated through the door.

Her outfit, if it could be called that, was daring. It was beyond daring. It was blatant. It displayed all her womanly charms and then some. It highlighted her coloring. You could see the blush across the tops of her breasts. Hell, you could see everything! Even that her normally tiny trimmed bush was now missing. I don't know how that affected Amud, but my blood was sure boiling.

Her dance was short, but energetic and erotic in the extreme. Even the women seemed entranced with her sexuality. She twirled and twisted, wiggled and jiggled. I think it was probably a bit more acrobatic than a traditional dance, but Bala had worked wonders with what she had to work with. Looking over at my friends, I wasn't sure she was entirely pleased with Amud's obvious reaction to Janey's dancing. From the way Bala was lying across his lap there was no way she could miss his arousal. In fact, unless I missed my guess, that hand I couldn't see was probably wrapped around his throbbing swollen shaft. I chucked as I thought of what his night would be like with that wildcat of a wife.

At the conclusion of her dance, Janey ended up kneeling in front of me, her head to the ground. She seemed to be waiting for something. I looked over to Amud for a hint. He seemed to be somewhere else, although his eyes were still fixed on Janey's almost nude form.

"Amud?"

He started, as if from a dream. I almost hated to bring him back from where ever he had been. "Yes, my friend?"

"Is she waiting for something?"

He looked at Bala. Something passed between them, then he nodded his head. "Ah, yes. Bala has told the fresh one of the traditions of the first dance. In my country it is traditional for the dancer to request a favor of a sensual nature from her chosen benefactor. It is always granted if the dance is deemed to be acceptable."

He continued, "You seem to be her chosen benefactor," he sounded rather disappointed that Janey hadn't chosen him, but a sharp nudge from Bala cured that, "as she has ended her dance and bowed in front of you." He sighed, earning him another playful elbow from Bala.

"For my part, if she had chosen me, she would have had her most sexual of favors granted a million times over. Gladly." He got a rather sharp elbow for that remark, but the two were now laughing and showing more affection for one another than ever before in our presence.

I could see Janey blush from his compliment of her and his implication that he would enjoy doing much more with her. I let her stay bowed for a while, letting her catch her breath. Also, I was somewhat leery of granting favors, sensual or otherwise, before I knew what they were. But some things you just don't learn to resist, and a beautiful woman prostrate before me is almost always going to get her wish.

"Janey, your first dance is deemed to be acceptable," I intoned with all the pomposity I could muster. "What is your sensual pleasure?"

I expected her to ask for that car she had been bugging me for. The one with the leather seats. Or an expensive trinket, maybe. But nope, not my Janey!

"I want to go to that place you took Mom the night of the concert."

I gasped. Sally paled. No one else in the room had a clue.

"You told me you didn't want to go there."

"I told you I wasn't ready. I am now. I'm not afraid of those feelings anymore and I am strong enough." I could almost here 'I think' or 'I hope' on the end of that.

My, my. My little girl is all grown up. But then I knew that. I had just seen her dance. Someone was going to be a very lucky man someday, to have that body, that spirit to come home to each night.

"What place is she speaking of?" asked Amud, thinking that Janey was referring to a physical location.

Sally told them of the white crop I had used on her, how I had tied her and pushed her beyond any experience she had had before or since. It was beyond the singing. It was just beyond.

Bala turned to look at me. In awe she said, "You can see the dancing lights in a woman as she sings?"

I nodded.

Simone, still puzzled, asked Sally, "Janey wants Larry to whip her with a stick?"

Sally nodded.

Nicole had passed the point of credulity. Again she muttered, this time about Janey now being as big a tramp as her mother. Again in French. Bala and Amud both spoke French. So did I.

It was the last straw for Sally. Remind me to never push her too far. She was a blinding fury as she pummeled Nicole, screeching and shrieking as she did so. When Nicole was sufficiently limp, she dragged her by her hair out of the room. We heard the body thumping down the stairs to the first floor, then all was quiet.

Embarrassed at the outburst, I apologized to Amud. He gave me a quizzical look, like I was an idiot.

"Lawrence, my friend. You are a good master, but sometimes you do stupid things."

I must have looked puzzled.

"Sally, your beloved, is not like Bala. She cannot be mistress, too. It's is not in her aura. Different lights. Your new beloved, Nicole, is not mistress. Janey, she is young, she can learn both ways yet. Simone, she is a special one." He grinned. "You are one lucky son of the bitch, my friend, but I do not envy you."

He stopped and fixed me with a stare. "Learn to see your women, as a master. If you see the dancing lights, you are far beyond me in skill. But maybe I can help you with wisdom, no?"

With that, he indicated I should tend to Janey who was crying with gathering hysterics on the floor. Her debut was ruined, her request forgotten.

As I tended to Janey, finally getting her settled down, Amud and Bala quietly slipped out and drove home. Bala had seemed incredibly agitated, perhaps aroused, at Janey's dance and the ensuing conversation. Amud, to my surprise, had not seemed jealous of her attraction to Janey or to me. When I thought back, Bala may not have been envious of Amud's reaction to Janey, but could have actually been exciting him with her hand, enhancing his pleasure of the dance. Such non-possessiveness was strange to me, but seeing it in practice made me think it might work.

As Janey quieted down I carried her down to her room. Suddenly she cried out.

"Oh, God, Dad, she's killing her!"

"Who? Where?" I demanded immediately.

"M-M-Mom is beating Nicole. Downstairs. Daddy? Why is she so angry with Nicole? It hurts, oh God, it hurts...." Janey rolled over in tears, holding her stomach.

I dashed down to the dungeon, fully expecting the worst. I just hoped I wasn't too late to stop her from doing any permanent damage.

What I saw pained me. Sheer anger was being vented in a blind rage. My meek, mild Sally had strung Nicole up by her wrists and was using the heavy handle of a whip to bludgeon her face and torso. There was no thought to her wildly swinging blows, only rage.

My heart cried out to her to stop. I knew I couldn't reach her before she struck a couple of more times, so I did the only thing I could think of. I focused as I ran to her, thinking of an iceberg and then wrapped it around her. As corny as that sounds, it worked. She froze, so to speak, in mid-blow.

My first priority was to secure Sally where she couldn't harm Nicole any more. I led her gently over to a set of kneeling stocks and placed her head and hands in the appropriate half rounds, then closed and locked the top bar. We had never used this device before, but Sally had commented that if I ever wanted to punish her, that was the way. It seemed appropriate.

She hadn't resisted me. As soon as I had touched her she had gone limp. I knew she knew she had made a grievous error. So had I. Sally had known her limitations and had tried to tell me. I hadn't listened. I was too proud. This was my fault, too.

With Sally secured and unable to harm herself or Nicole, I cut down Nicole. Her wrists were bleeding from the plastic ties Sally had used. I wondered where those had come from. I hated those evil devices. Not only could they mark you permanently, they didn't have a lock to pick. I quickly examined the unconscious woman. As near as I could tell from a quick field exam, there were no broken bones. I was more worried about her spirit than her bones, though.

I carried her upstairs and took her into the Free Room. We hadn't had to use this room much before, but everything was there. A bed, a bathroom. I took the pistols I had placed there and put them away. I hadn't gone over everything with Nicole just yet, and didn't want her running around the house with a loaded gun. After Nicole was settled and as comfortable as I could get her, I went to find Simone to tell her that her Mom was going to be OK and to try to explain to her what had happened.

I couldn't find Simone. I looked everywhere. I looked in on Janey to see if they were together. I checked the dungeon just to be sure. I searched the house. I checked my security system and ran a check for infrared heat sources. I could only count four in the house or on the grounds. I ran the security tape loop.

Three heat sources had left the house at nearly the same time. Two had gone together, one had slipped out just after the others were in their car.

I watched the tape from the outside security camera as the third heat source disappeared down the driveway and turned toward the nearest Interstate. To have been that visible, Simone must have been outside the car, riding on the rear bumper of Amud and Bala's limousine.

Simone had run away.