Chapter 47

The next day Nicole was the honored guest at the table.  Bluntly put, I was
dreading this day.  I had wracked my brain for a way to deal with her and
her seeming inability to tap into her link.  I had seen a few encouraging
signs in the last few days, but it was nowhere strong enough for me to link
up with her.  I knew it wasn't.  I had tried.  Even attempting to hook up to
her with my prick buried deep within her while she climaxed had only managed
an imperceptible - to her - blip on the radar.  Sally had just about jumped
out of the bed at the pulse she felt when I tried that.  Apparently Nicole's
system, screwed up as it was, acted as an amplifier.  Sally was wobbly for a
couple of days trying to shake off the intensity of that aborted attempt.

I discovered I was not the only one worried that morning.  All of the women
were tense.  Even though they all knew nothing bad would happen to Nicole,
the other three of them were aware that she could not 'talk' to me as they
did.  Nicole was not stupid, either.  She knew there was something special
going on among the rest of us, and that she was the odd man out.

I had no idea how devastating that was to her until that morning.  All her
life she had fought against being left out, excluded.  We all do, to some
extent, I suppose, but Nicole had never had the luxury of assuming the
acceptance of her classmates or of her own age group.  She had always been
advanced in school, challenging and eclipsing those older than she.
Inevitably, some of them had closed ranks against her socially so that she
was isolated, both from those in her class and those of her own age group.

When I reached out to her with my link and probed her mind as she knelt
beside my chair, I literally jumped back as if I had been shocked by a bare
electrical wire.  My reaction was visible to the others, I was so stunned by
what I had sensed in Nicole.  She was a boiling cauldron of terror, panic,
intelligence, determination and a force of Will I had never encountered in
anyone before.  All of this was stirred and twisted around her compelling
and conflicting need to be submissive.  I was amazed that her mind had not
snapped with all the tumult she was feeling.

I knew I was going to have to do something to calm her.  I briefly consider
a Spock "mind-meld" but that was hokey even on Star Trek.  Besides, I had
left my pointy ears in my other pants.  The silence at the table told me the
others were watching, and the increasing panic I sensed in Nicole told me my
time was quickly running out.  I heard and then focused on the tick-tock
tick-tock of the wall clock, and it was suddenly clear.

I reached out with my hand and touched her silky hair.  I focused on the
softness and beauty of each strand as I felt it.  I then touched her ear,
focusing on its delicate features and beauty, the smoothness of the skin and
the tiny cilia that covered it.  My fingers traced lightly over her temples,
then down her cheeks to her jaw.

By the time I reached her parted lips, reveling in their full softness, her
trembling had lessened considerably.  I helped her to focus on my touch as
best I could, trying to relay to her in a very basic tactile way what I felt
about each particular feature as I touched her.  I don't know if she
understood, but after a while, she had settled down enough so that I could
proceed to the next phase.

Taking my cue from the rhythm of the clock, I began a hypnotic pulsing of
energy across the link.  I was focused on Nicole, but as I glanced up around
the table, I noticed by the glassy-eyed stares that there were at least two
eavesdroppers.  Sally's blush of embarrassment told me she wanted to know
what was going on, too, but hadn't gotten caught by the hypnotic trance I
had put Nicole into.  The two youngsters were not so lucky and I was
definitely not pleased.

I sent a quick message to Sally over the link, a picture of what I wanted,
and ended with an emphatic 'NOW!'  She grinned maliciously across the table
at me and set to her task.  I quickly re-focused my total attentions on
Nicole.

Now that Nicole was 'at rest,' it was easier for me to link up to her.  I
resisted any urge to dig into her past or to leave post-hypnotic
suggestions.  It wouldn't have been right.  I did initiate a conversation
with her, kind of.  It was basic and elemental, mostly images and ideas.
The blackness of her terrors was constantly roiling beneath the calm
surface, and I could sense the delicate and intricate balance she
maintained.  Again, I marveled at the raw strength in this woman.

I must have let a bit more of that wonder slip through to her than I
intended, as suddenly I felt a light begin to shine in her.  It was as if
she was responding to that pure adoration.  I focused on that, sending
reassuring messages to her, elemental, basic, even sexual at times.  Her
light grew stronger and stronger, as if it was craving, starving for
emotional energy.

I didn't realize how long we had been sitting there, just the two of us.
When I came to my senses, it was close to lunchtime.  Nicole's and my
breakfasts were still in front of us untouched.  Nicole was noticeably
calmer now.  We still could not link up, but I felt that tremendous strides
had been made that morning.  I slowly brought her out of her trance, coaxing
and encouraging her to join me.

We sat together quietly, peacefully as I fed her from her plate of morsels
and ate my own cold breakfast.  Then I went to attend to our two nosey
daughters.

Sally was standing watch outside the dungeon with an amused smile on her
face.  The two girls had been led, still in a hypnotic trance, down to the
dungeon, stripped naked and bound.  I never left anyone bound unwatched.
Too many bad things could happen, and, deserving as they were of punishment
for snooping, they did not deserve to have anything disastrous happen.

My two young charges were bent over two of the padded trestles, their feet
spread wide and bound fast, their hands tied outstretched horizontally in
front of them, over their bowed heads.  Four luscious, not quiet ripe tits
hung deliciously below them, swaying slightly with each fearful breath they
took.  Their asses, breathtakingly taut, pointed up at a slight angle as if
begging to be attended to.

They had come out of their trance as soon as they had been bound in place.
They had both seen the dungeon before but neither had ever experienced it
quite like this, never as the 'victim,' so to speak.  They knew they were in
deep shit, and neither was looking forward to my appearance.

I stood outside the door holding Sally in my arms.  It was rare anymore that
we had a chance to just touch and we both relaxed into the familiar comfort
of each other's body.  As we stood there silently watching the nervous
movements of the girls, I felt Nicole slip up behind me, pressing her near
naked body into mine.

She had followed me downstairs and seemed to sense the essence of the
moment.  Not wanting to be left out and not wanting to intrude, she rested
her head on my back, quietly waiting for a sign of acceptance or rejection
from me.  I leaned back into her, letting her know she was welcome.
Immediately, her slender hand slipped between Sally's body and mine.  It
found my semi-hard cock and stroked it lightly, bringing me to full
hardness.  With a deft move, I suddenly found myself encased in Sally's
moist and receptive body.  As Sally rhythmically squeezed and relaxed
against my hardness, I slipped fully into her.  When I was fully seated we
continued to stand, gazing at their delightfully bound daughters.

"They were there, in my head with us, weren't they?" Nicole murmured to me
quietly.

Shocked, but pleased that she had noticed their presence with her link, I
nodded.

"Is this their first punishment?" she asked further.

Again I nodded.

"Must I administer the punishments, Master?" I heard her ask timidly.

Somehow, even though it would have been fitting, as it was her special time
the two had intruded into, I didn't think it would be right.  I paused for
several seconds before I shook my head lightly.  "Not their first time.  I
have to do this."  I turned my head to look her in the eye.  "Do you
understand?"

After a slight sigh of relief, she leaned forward with a mischievous grin
and spoke to Sally.  "You were right.  He does like them young."

Sally's sudden guffaw at her impertinent remark finally alerted the girls to
our presence, and they tried desperately to look over their shoulders to see
what was happening and who was there.  The frantic twisting made their
creamy buttocks churn in such a sexy manner, I was suddenly glad their
mothers were both there.  I wasn't sure I could have resisted the luscious
temptations staring me in the face.

Unplugging from Sally, quite reluctantly, I went over to the rack of
equipment and selected a long leather belt.  It was delicately soft and
deceptively effective, quite appropriate for these two virgin asses, backs
and their long slender thighs.  I approached the two trembling teens from
the side, my rampant cock pointing right at their panting, parted lips.  It
was almost too much.  I shook myself and got down to the task at hand.

"Tell me why you're here."

The two teens glanced at each other.  Janey answered.  "We snooped."

"Was that a nice thing to do?"

Simone answered this one.  "No, Sensei."

"This punishment is not part of our special bondage relationship, Simone.
This is a family matter and I will punish you as your father for going where
you don't belong.  Is that clear?"

"Yes, Dad," and "Yes, Papa" came in unison from the two now even more
terrified teens.  There would be no pleasurable side to this punishment, not
if it was being given by a parent.  Almost immediately, the tears and wails
one would expect to hear erupted from the two.  Biting my tongue to keep
from laughing, I quickly stepped behind the girls so they couldn't see me
shaking with laughter.  It was too precious.

Not wanting to keep them howling without a good stimulus, I quickly laid
four solid stripes on each of the proffered asses.  There was a sudden
moment of stunned silence, then Nicole, Sally and I were assaulted with a
caterwauling of unprecedented intensity.  I think they had actually expected
not to feel any real pain.  Surprise, surprise.

I kept up the spanking until both their bottoms were a rosy shade of pink.
I could almost feel the heat rising off of them.  Still not wanting to trust
myself with them helplessly tied and positioned so perfectly for fucking, I
instructed Sally and Nicole to rub the soothing ointments into their
inflamed flesh.  I really wanted to do it myself, but realized I would
probably regret it later if I did.  Sighing with resignation or longing - I
wasn't quite sure myself - I watched the two mothers tend to their chastised
cubs, soothing and cooing to them, quieting their sobs, drying their tears.
It was down right fucking domestic.

When released, both naughty nymphs flew into my arms, begging my
forgiveness, swearing it would never happen again, and please, never to
spank them again.  Had it not been for the link and the overwhelming sexual
need I sensed in the two, I might have almost bought it.  As it was, they
were both rubbing their keyed-up tight little bodies against mine, both
trying to climax while pretending to apologize.  I guessed the acorns hadn't
fallen too far from the trees, if that light spanking had aroused these two
so easily.  I would have to watch my step with them in the future.

"I think you both need to apologize to Nicole.  It was her time you intruded
into.  What do you think?"

Reluctantly the two girls pulled away from me.  Janey even sneaked a glance
up at me and, when she saw my shit-eating grin, knew they had been caught
out.  Again.  She paled until I winked my forgiveness at her, then she, too,
fled to Nicole's side.  Nicole let them both grovel for a respectable period
of time before she was mollified, then sent them to their room.  As they
left, we barely contained our laughter as they scurried upstairs.  In a very
short time, Sally and I felt the first of a multitude of orgasmic spasms
flood our link.  The girls had apparently found an outlet with each other.