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Chapter 43
Ken was in the kitchen, alone, drinking coffee when Gary wandered in,
bleary-eyed and moving slowly in search of caffeine. Ken's night with his wives
had been fantastic and he felt more energized than ever. Their time had been
comfortable, sensuous and somehow more complete than their other times together.
" 'morning Gary," he said.
Gary sat with his head in his hands, inhaling the scent of the coffee
he'd found , waiting for it to cooldown.
The man looked up, obviously more than a bit worse for wear and asked,
"How do you manage to keep two women satisfied? Annette about killed me last
night."
Ken chuckled and said, "Well, it helps that they like each other. They
go for each other, or Eric or Bill, when I'm too tired."
"You don't ever seem to *get* tired," replied the man, taking his first
sip. He sat back, then looked at Ken sharply and said, "You know, now that I
think about it, you really don't seem to get worn out. If you've got good
drugs, then I'd like some too please."
"Nope. I don't do the whole drug thing. They aren't welcome in the
house at all."
"Then how do you do it? The more I think about these last few weekends,
the more I remember that you never seem to get worn out." He paused in
invitation, but Ken remained silent. More coffee disappeared, then Gary said in
an offhand tone, "I'll bet there's not a mark on Jane anywhere this morning --
unless you added more last night." Ken shook his head. "And I'll bet that her
piercing is healed up, too."
"No bet," responded Ken.
"And you never seem to run out of sexual energy," continued Gary. "Come
to think of it, neither does Eric, although I've seen Bill get too pooped to
pop."
Gary went silent with thought. Ken saw his mind working, throwing away
one hypothesis after another as he tried to put together all the pieces he had.
He wasn't coming up with any answers that fit, although Ken did think the 'they
are all aliens' explanation was pretty funny. He controlled his amusement,
though.
"So what did Annette do that wore you out?" he asked.
Gary shook his head as visions of little green men with very large dicks
evaporated and replied, "I've never seen her like she was last night. She was
so submissive that I just couldn't stop myself from taking her over and over."
His look grew serious. "She gave herself to me in a way that I'd never imagined
could happen. I just don't have the words to explain it. And I, uh, was pretty
worked up after meeting that friend of yours."
That was an understatement, Ken knew. Gary had felt supercharged with
sexual energy, like he was a teen again. Ken could also see that Lea had opened
a door inside of Gary. A door that, for some reason, he had kept closed since
he was a child. Ken knew that Gary would have re-closed it already, if not for
Annette. Lea had been right: Gary could choose to walk through it or not, but
Annette would keep it open for him until he chose.
"What did you think of her?" asked Ken.
Gary was not ready to admit how a single kiss from Lea had rocked his
world.
"Well, I've never seen anyone so beautiful," he replied. "She was a
good kisser, too." Now there's an understatement, Gary thought.
"Yes, she does make an impression," smiled Ken as he got up. "Are you
and Annette going to stay here today or head out?"
"I've got a bunch of work to do, so I'll be at the shop."
Ken saw that Gary was worried about his business. He was being harassed
by the fire department now. Continual inspections were occurring, and not a few
fines for things so minor that it was ridiculous. There was a building
inspector due later in the week as well.
"Okay if I stop by later? I have class in a little while, but I'd like
to speak to Annette," said Ken, rinsing off his dishes.
"Yeah, no prob."
Arianwen appeared around the corner with her laptop bag in her hand.
She stood on her tiptoes and kissed Ken.
"Good morning, my Husband," she smiled. "I'm ready to go when you are."
"Good morning to you, my wife," he said, smiling in return. They paused
for a deeper kiss. "You don't have to go with me, you know. I'm sure you have
other things to do than to avoid Chad."
Arianwen made a face. There was little doubt that the super-short white
skirt, sandals and loose tank top she was wearing would get Chad's attention.
She looked absolutely radiant this morning.
"He's no problem. Besides, I downloaded a bunch of articles to go
through for some research I'm doing."
Ken knew that trying to convince Ari she didn't have to go would be a
waste of breath, so he didn't bother. Ari also kissed Gary, who -- to his
absolute amazement -- felt his sluggish body begin to respond. Then she and Ken
left.
Class was good. Ken was regaining his mental equilibrium when it came
to sparring. It still made him queasy sometimes, but mostly he was okay. He
was careful not to do anything that made him stand out, and used only those
techniques that had been taught so far. Chad was having to work harder to land
a punch, which pleased Ken.
He made it to Gary's store in time to find the fire inspector was there
-- again. The man was giving Gary a hard time about some nit-noid thing. Ken
was unamused, especially when he saw in the man's mind that the reason he was
there was as a personal favor to a certain congressman.
Ken remained in the background as the inspector made it clear that if
Gary didn't 'Get his act together regarding fire safety' he was going to have to
shut him down. Gary was seething under the surface, but it never showed in his
polite answers to the man's badgering. The inspector handed Gary a paper and
left. As he passed Ken, the inspector looked at him. His thoughts were along
the lines of 'These fucking perverts should all be locked up.' Considering the
fantasies -- never acted on -- in the man's mind, Ken thought that was a bit
hypocritical. Kinky as he was, not even Ken was into dogs. He sighed and
walked over to his friend.
"Hey, Gary," he said.
"Hey," returned the man. He was thinking that if this kept up, he was
sunk. The fine was substantial, and even though he had the money to pay it, the
constant drain was eating into his funds. With the economy the way it was, he
just didn't have a lot of reserves. Not only that, but the owner of the
building was making noises about Gary being a troublemaker. They talked for a
while and Gary blew off some steam, then Ken asked to see Annette. Gary pointed
him to her work room and he went inside.
"Good morning, Master Ken," she said as he walked in.
Annette looked absolutely radiant this morning. Her dark hair shone,
her eyes sparkled. She sat there carving some wax molds, naked except for an
apron. Annette felt very alive and aroused this morning; he could smell her
scent, rich and sexy. He saw in her mind that she was absolutely sure of two
things: Gary needed to be permanently in her life, and so did this religion
she'd fallen into.
"Gary said that you had a good night last night," said Ken with a
teasing smile.
Annette blushed. Even she couldn't believe how she'd acted. It wasn't
what they actually had done, although that had been pretty wild. It was her
attitude. She'd never felt so submissive in her entire life. She would have
done anything that Gary wanted -- still would, for that matter. She'd begged
him to use her in the most shameless ways she could think of, used every word,
every motion of her body to declare that she was his. Even now, she knew, he
was trying to wrap his brain around one of her requests -- something that he'd
originally wanted, but that she had asked him not to do. Now it was the other
way around.
And Lea. The woman was nothing short of amazing. Annette's nipples got
hard and her pussy slick when she thought about the incredible red-headed witch.
She'd come to terms with that, too. Jane, Ken, Arianwen, Eric and Sally were
witches in her mind. Not as in the stupid, Christian perversion of the word,
but in the sense that it had originally meant: people who worshipped the earth
and the Goddess. Still, Lea was in a class by herself.
Ken read all this from her -- was almost forced to, since she was
projecting so strongly. The ritual had changed Annette. No, he thought, it
wasn't a change. It was more of an acceptance of who she was, a discovery that
there were others like her, who wanted to live their lives by their own rules.
"It was a very intense night," said Annette after a moment of silence.
She looked at Ken, almost daring him to say something negative, something to
play down what she'd felt.
He didn't. "I'm glad that the ritual got you off to a good start for
the evening," he said. His smile was warm and welcoming, and she saw that he,
too, had recently experienced something like what she'd felt last night.
She stood, stripped off the apron and walked toward him. He opened his
arms and she slid into them and kissed him. Heat blazed into life, engulfing
her body. Her breath caught as he returned her kiss and her sex swelled,
getting even wetter than it had been.
"Well, now," said Ken, "I would have thought you'd have been worn out
from the weekend."
"Oh no, Master Ken! I know that Master has given you permission to use
me as you like. Is there some way I can serve you?"
"Yes, my dear, there is. But today it's your other talents I need."
Disappointment showed in her eyes, but she said nothing.
"Although," said Ken as he reached up to cup her breast, "I bet I'll
have more of your attention if we take care of certain other things first."
He buried one hand in her hair and pulled her head back. Her steel
collar showed brightly around her neck, and he enjoyed the sight of her gasping
as he painfully twisted her pierced nipple in his fingers. Ken could still feel
the echoes of last night's ritual in her body.
"Yo, Gary," he said in a raised voice. "Spread your legs, slave," he
said to Annette. Then he pulled her to the work bench and he scrabbled to get
on top of it. When Gary walked into the room, she was sitting with her head
held back by Ken's fist in her hair and her legs spread wide, a hand on each
ankle.
Gary had not really been in the mood for sex as he walked into the room.
His run-in with more official harassment, combined with the very draining
weekend he'd just had, made sex something that was far from his thoughts...
...until he saw his slave spreading herself on her workbench, the need
in her eyes very plain.
"I was hoping to discuss business with her, but she seemed a little
distracted," said Ken.
Gary, to his absolute amazement, felt his body begin to respond and his
mood shift. "She's been a bit insatiable since last night," he noted.
"Well, I'd like to have her undivided attention," said Ken twirling the
bar through her clit hood so that the roughened end rasped across Annette's
swelling organ. She drew in a sharp breath.
"Hold on a second," Gary grunted and left the room for a second. When
he returned, he had a whip with three braided strands at the end.
Annette soon found herself on her hands and knees on the floor, with
Gary's cock in her mouth and Ken's buried in her dripping snatch. The men
pounded away at her while Gary expertly snapped the whip around her underside to
cut at her breasts and belly. Gary was able to hold out for a long time, and
Annette was dripping sweat, with welts covering her breasts and belly by the
time they finished with her. She'd come about a half-dozen times herself while
they'd fucked her. Ken and Gary had also switched places a few times, so she
found herself sucking her thick juices off each man's cock. It was Ken who
finally came in her pussy, though, and when he finished, he had her lick his
member clean again. That was when Gary discovered his slave could cum from a
good pussy-spanking while sucking another man's cock.
When they finished, the sweating woman lay in a heap on the floor. Gary
looked at her and smiled.
"I don't think that she's gonna be able to help you much any time soon."
Ken had to agree.
"Let's go grab some pizza -- there's a place right near here. Maybe
some food will revive her," he grinned. Then he bent down and grabbed Annette's
hair to get her attention. "When you've recovered enough, make sure you crawl
into the other room and wait for us."
A short time later, they were all eating pizza and drinking soda.
Annette found she was famished and, between the three of them, they put away two
pies.
"You ready to talk business, now?" asked Ken with a grin on his face.
"Yes, Master Ken," replied Annette, blushing. Ken saw in her eyes that
Gary wasn't going to be working late tonight. Annette's needs would make sure
of that.
They spent an hour discussing what Ken wanted, and he gave her the
down-payment, then left. Once he was in the car, he dialed the phone. "Lenny,"
he said. "I've got another job for you. Or, maybe David. I don't know which
one of you would handle it."
He was off the phone by the time he drove onto the mansion grounds.
There were several ways he could handle this situation, but he didn't know what
the best choice was. He was hoping that Lenny or David could dig something up.
At dinner, Ken remembered that Jane was supposed to have seen Joan, and he asked
her about it.
"Yes, Sir, I stopped by. When I left, she was wondering if this
Wednesday would a good day for her to come by for dinner." Her expression told
Ken that something had gone on, but he declined to push further.
"Sure. It'd be nice to have her again," he smiled.
Jane chuckled at the double entendre.
Later, in the study, Ken found Arianwen darkly muttering while at the
computer.
"Something wrong?" he inquired.
She snorted. "Land of the free. Right."
"Huh?" asked Ken.
Ari looked up with a frustrated expression. "I was talking to Bill
about a website that I couldn't get to. I knew that it existed, but it was
blocked or something. So he did a little investigation and discovered that some
websites, especially those concerning certain bio-tech, are blocked from U.S.
servers. He found a way around the blocks, of course, but I can't believe that
our government is pulling this shit."
Ken had never seen Arianwen so annoyed about anything. He said nothing,
waiting for her to continue.
"I'm finding out that all sorts of scientific discoveries are being
ignored because they don't fit with the administrations view of How Things
Should Be. Cloning, stem cell research -- hell, even safer and better
techniques dealing with abortion and pregnancy prevention. It's outrageous!"
Ken wasn't surprised. He might have been a year ago, but not now.
Eric, once Bill had 'found' certain sites on the net, had been outraged to
discover that a number of engine prototypes for cars had been quietly killed.
They weren't revolutionary, or complete breakthroughs or anything like that.
But they could have led to gas-free cars in just a few years, rather than
waiting ten or twenty years. Or never, considering the way things were going at
the moment.
Ken had also found some rather disturbing information, dealing with the
so-called Homeland Security office. Like many Americans, he'd been outraged by
9/11 and had wanted to strike back. Problem was, it was obvious to anyone who
cared to look -- and think a little -- that the current administration was using
that horrific event to place more restrictions on the American public than ever
before. Restrictions that couldn't stop the bad guys, or even slow them down.
He and Ari discussed the state of things for a while, then he went to
bed. Ari was still in front of the computer screen when he left. Ken's resolve
had only grown firmer during their conversation. His reading and research over
these last weeks had led him to some very disturbing conclusions. Long-range
plans were needed for him and his growing family to flourish -- plans that might
not even come to fruition in his lifetime.
It was Tuesday afternoon, and Ken was doing some research of his own
when Jane returned to the manor. She had Joan with her, and Joan was very,
very excited. As in dripping wet, "someone, anyone, please-fuck-me-now"
excited. He decided to wait in the study until Jane came to get him. He was
sure she would, and he was right.
Jane had taken the time to strip off her clothes before coming to him.
She knelt in the center of the rug and waited until he said something. Joan was
nowhere to be seen, but he knew she was out front of the house.
"Yes, Jane?" he asked.
"Master, Joan is here and would like to see you," she said. Her voice
was husky with lust.
"Jane, dear, didn't I tell you to take it easy with her?"
"Yes, Master. I did."
Ken wondered if he should have perhaps defined what 'taking it easy'
meant, because he suspected Jane's version of it was slightly different than his
own.
"Shall I take you to her?" asked the kneeling slave.
Ken rose and motioned Jane to precede him. If nothing else, he enjoyed
the way her wide shoulders and narrow waist accentuated her smooth, firm ass.
Walking out front in the heat, he saw Joan was standing there, waiting for him.
She was wearing several very tight leather straps, a rather large ball
gag, and a blindfold.
"This," he said, turning to Jane with a chuckle, "is taking it easy?"
He could tell as easily as Jane that the only distress Joan was
experiencing was a serious need to cum.
"I didn't whip her, Sir. I didn't even use a crop or my hand."
"I see," said Ken as he stepped toward the trembling woman. Her thick
brown bush was showing evidence of moisture, and her small nipples were nail
hard. She was trying to breathe deeply, but the straps were too tight for that.
"Sir, I know that you gave her a book to read. That was her excuse for
not calling you -- she spent a lot of time reading it. She also spent a lot of
time reading this one," said Jane holding out a book; _The_Story_of_O_
"Where," he asked, "did she get that?"
"In the mail, Sir." said Jane.
Ken's eyes narrowed. "And did you have anything to do with that?"
Jane's head dropped, and she looked at the ground. "Yes, Sir. I had it
overnighted to her from Amazon. She finished that one, too."
Ken was only vaguely familiar with the book. He knew in a general way
what it was about, but didn't have it memorized or anything.
"Is there anything else I should know?" he asked.
"She has tomorrow off," replied Jane. "I think she needs a vacation."
Joan's legs were free, so Ken and Jane guided her to the study. The
woman was a wreck when they got there, since she'd heard Sally and Eric's voice
as they walked through the house and knew they'd seen her like this. Bill and
Ari were in the lab, and Genie was at work, so she was spared their attentions.
Ken and Jane helped her to kneel on the rug, and Ken removed her gag.
"Joan, my slave tells me you wanted to come here. Are you here of your
own free will?"
"Yes, Sir," replied the woman. Something in her was yearning -- not to
be a slave, the way Ari and Jane were, but to give herself to him. Them,
actually, and she thought this was the best way to do it. Besides, it was a
serious turn-on. Just knowing she was naked and could be fucked by anyone in
the house made her drip.
Ken, of course, could follow all her feelings and thoughts with no
trouble. He let her fantasies guide him.
"Well, since you're here, don't plan on leaving tonight. Maybe I'll let
you go tomorrow night -- if you please us. That means, anyone who wants you
while you're here. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir," she whispered. Oh, to be wanted, included... to know it was
her they wanted.
"Take off her blindfold," said Ken.
Jane did that, then knelt, naked, in front to the woman. Joan's vision
returned to see Jane's sapphire eyes looking deep into her own. She was not
prepared to face what she saw in them -- there was no way it could be real.
"Master," said Jane, still looking into Joan's eyes, "may I kiss her?"
"If she wants you to," he replied.
The talk was for Joan's benefit -- they both knew what she wanted.
Still, Jane leaned forward just a bit, looking at Joan for permission.
"I want," Joan whispered, and immediately found herself in a deep kiss
with the other woman. She moaned out loud. Never had she kissed lips so soft,
so pleasing. When they broke the kiss, Ken was there, his expression asking for
one as well. Joan gladly gave him one, and shortly found herself on her back,
with Jane kissing her belly button and slowly working her way south. Ken was
licking and sucking her breasts, but she couldn't do anything to respond -- she
was still tightly bound.
For a half hour, they worked her up and down the peaks of pleasure, but
never let her cum. She was almost incoherent and could barely process Ken's
words when he asked her if she'd like an orgasm.
"Will you cum for us?" he asked gently. "Jane wants to taste your cum,
and so do I."
"Yes, yes," said Joan, "anything, please I need to cum so bad."
Together they brought first one, then another orgasm from the woman.
Two more followed, then another until she was utterly spent and barely
conscious.
Dinner time found her still naked, but then, so were the other women.
Joan however, was wearing a waist belt that had locking wrist cuffs attached to
it. Arianwen was feeding her. Well, feeding her and playing with her. Joan
was amazed by her own response. She'd cum so hard earlier and had felt so
satisfied, but now this little slip of a teen was driving her nuts. She could
smell her own arousal, as well as Arianwen's, and that was making her crazy as
well. After dinner, Joan was led outside. It was still hot out, and she eyed
the pool longingly. She'd have thought that all the activity would have already
tired her out, but she felt alert and ready for anything.
"Anything" turned out to be her kneeling between Arianwen's knees with
the beautiful teen looking down at her. Ari leaned forward and kissed her,
lightly running her tongue over Joan's lips.
"I'd love to feel those lips somewhere else," said Ari in an enticing
voice.
Joan colored, and replied, "I'm told that anyone can use me while I'm
here, so I'll do what you want. I'm not very experienced with a woman, though,
so I don't know how good I'll be."
Just admitting to a teenager, and a girl at that, that she could be used
by anyone in the house made Joan's pussy clench. She wished that Ken, or Eric
or Bill, would take her and fuck her. How could she be so randy? she wondered.
Ari laid back and spread her thighs, opening her wet pussy for Joan to
lick. Joan leaned forward. She wasn't repulsed by the sight -- far from it --
but she was unsure about what to do. She'd been tasting herself and liked it,
though, and Ari smelled so very sexy. The next thing she knew, she was scooping
up Ari's milky juices on her tongue and swallowing. The salty/sweet taste of
the girl made her groan, and she sucked one delicate inner lip into her mouth.
Ari let her explore, then unlocked the cuffs from the belt so Joan could
use her hands. She did, pushing Ari's thighs open even wider, then sliding a
finger into the teen's wet depths. It didn't take her too long do make Ari
orgasm hard and, when she looked up, her mouth wet with Ari's cum, the younger
girl leaned down and licked her face. Joan's hand found a nipple ring and
gently tugged, drawing a throaty groan from Arianwen. At first, she thought she
was hurting the girl because she stiffened so quickly.
"I'm sorry," said Joan, feeling clumsy.
"Goddess, don't apologize! Pull harder -- that's what they're there
for!"
Joan discovered that Ari could actually orgasm from having those rings
pulled and twisted. She couldn't believe how far those dusky red nubs could be
stretched while the other woman writhed and came. Finally, Ari lay back, sweat
soaking her body, and panted.
"Goddess, that was great!" said Ari. "Thank you."
Joan was in serious need herself. Again. She didn't understand it.
She couldn't remember ever being this horny before.
"Very nice," came a deep voice.
Joan spun and found herself having to lean back to see the man's face.
It was Eric. Huge, muscular, blond, gorgeous and oh my god look at that cock!
He pulled her to her feet and kissed her.
"You taste like the Minx," said Eric with a smile. "She wasn't too hard
on you, was she?"
Joan was unsure of what to say. Eric was married, his wife and baby in
the house. His interest in Joan, however, was quite evident, and she began to
fall into those ice-blue eyes.
"N..no, Master," she stammered.
Eric smiled and said, "You don't have to call me 'Master'."
"He likes it when you do, though," said another voice. Oh god, it was
his wife! Joan's body vibrated like a taut string, lust riding her nerves,
coating her senses.
"Mrs. Solberg..." she began, only to be cut off with a kiss from Sally.
"No need to be so formal," said Sally. She had a point, thought Joan.
Sally was kissing her and stroking her husband's cock at the same time. Joan
found herself in another threesome. Ken smiled from where he was watching in
the study. He could tell she was having the time of her life.
Joan was barely conscious when they brought her to the bedroom. She
spent the night sleeping peacefully with Ari, Jane and Ken.
End Chapter 43
