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Chapter 8
Monday was sort of a screwed up day for Ken. He rose late, since they
hadn't gotten to bed until dawn. Then, he was halfway to class when he realized
that he was going to the wrong class at the dojo. Since he was attending the
advanced class now, it was at a different time. Grumbling, he decided to stop
in and see how Joan was. He hadn't seen her since she'd been over last week and
they hadn't heard from her. With everything going on with Tina, he hadn't
thought to try and contact Joan and wondered if Eric had. If so, he hadn't told
Ken.
He was quickly shown into her office. As soon as he entered it, he knew
something was wrong.
She didn't look good. Despite the cleverly applied makeup, he could
tell that she was pale and her eyes were darkened by lack of sleep. Joan was
very upset.
He started to move towards her for a hug, but a slight movement on her
part, a barely perceptible stiffening, told him that she didn't want one. He
thought about reading her, but decided against it. He didn't want to start
relying on something that had already proven unreliable. After all, he couldn't
read Sensei and could barely read Chad most of the time.
He stopped a step from her and said, "Joan. I... are you okay? You
look like you haven't been sleeping."
Joan looked at Ken. She was still so attracted to him, that it almost
made her nuts. Her body remembered his and began to ache in places it
shouldn't. But now she knew. And, knowing, she could ignore it ... mostly. It
didn't make her body ache less, though.
"I'm... fine. Mostly," she lied.
She had had about six hours of sleep since she'd left the mansion, and
her day with Sally, Eric and Christine. At her age, that was a bad thing. She
was no longer twenty-something and able to go for days without any sleep.
Ken looked at her and said, "You're not. That's easy to see. What's
wrong?"
Tears filled Joan's eyes. What was wrong? How about being shown that
everything she ever thought she wanted was only a small part of the picture of
her life? How about the fact that what she wanted was right there, right in
front of her, but that it was someone else's life and something that she could
never have? What was wrong? Nothing. Everything.
"I... I don't think it would be a good idea to see... you again," she
replied, letting out a shuddering breath.
Now Ken decided that it was time to take a look at what was going on.
When he did, he mentally shook his head in wonder. It was amazing how deeply
ingrained social conditioning went and just how unaware of it people were.
Himself included, if these last weeks were any indication. He wondered what
other pitfalls awaited him.
"I see," he said in a neutral voice.
Since he knew what was going on, he had some idea of how to handle it.
Experience was rapidly teaching him that he still had a lot to learn about how
to deal with difficult situations, but he hoped that this would work.
"I'm sorry if we did something to offend or hurt you Joan. I hope you
know that was never our intention."
"Yeah," she said, sniffing a bit. "Sometimes things just don't work out
they way you thought they would."
"I'll be leaving now," Ken said gently.
She sniffed again, and looked at her desk, so upset that it never
occurred to her that his reaction was completely abnormal. Surely, he'd want to
know what was going on with her.
"Yes, I think that's best."
Ken walked to the door and opened it.
"I don't want to pry, but if you decide you want to talk, you know how
to get hold of us."
"Yes. But... I'd... I'd appreciate it if you'd tell Eric and Sally that
I won't be around anymore," she said.
"That," he said as he walked out, "is one thing I won't do. If you want
to hurt the rest of us, then fine. But if you want to hurt Eric and Sally, two
people who have fallen quite in love with you, I'm afraid you'll have to do that
yourself."
He closed the door and walked out.
Ken managed to lose himself in the movements of his art during class.
Chad was there, and Ken managed to discretely find out that he worked classes
four days a week to pay for his training. Ken wasn't sure why Sensei was
wasting his time with Chad. It was clear that he was unable -- or at least
unwilling -- to learn the deeper lessons of the art that Ken had once had a good
start on and hoped to learn again.
Sensei did a lot more one-on-one work in this class, and spent a fair
amount of time with Ken. Ken never realized until after the class that Sensei
had run him through a smattering of techniques in several belt levels, including
those that were at second-degree black-belt level. There had been updates to
many of them, but it didn't take Ken long to incorporate the changes and adjust
his old patterns. Once he learned the new way, it stayed with him.
It was a most satisfactory lesson.
"Why aren't you wearing a black belt?" asked Nikki, the blonde that Ken
had seen arrive at Sensei's apartment last Friday.
"Because I don't feel comfortable wearing one," he replied with a smile.
"Hmm," she said with a bright smile. "Why do I think that's not the
whole answer?"
"I can tell you my answer is 100 percent truthful," Ken smiled.
"A lie is a great way to tell the truth," she said.
"You've been spending too much time with Sensei," grinned Ken.
The woman looked at him for a second, glanced around, then grinned and
moved a bit closer to him. Then, since her gi top was already open, she pulled
her tank-top down to expose just the top of one breast, and not very much at
that. Even though she was short -- about 5'1" -- she had full, C-cup breasts.
The small portion of the one that he saw had a bruise that could only have been
caused by a tightly tied rope.
"Too much?" she said softly. "I only wish it could be more."
Between how she had greeted Sensei on Friday and now this little
display, Ken was sure of two things: One, she was Sensei's slave. Two, she was
baiting him.
"Hmm," he smiled. "That's very nice. I certainly hope there are others
to match it."
Her large, gray eyes widened slightly, then she smiled a devastatingly
sexy smile.
"Oh, yes. Quite a few," she replied.
"I'm glad to see he uses his... time ... well."
"Sensei uses everything well," she said, waggling her eyebrows.
Ken burst out laughing, and Nikki quickly joined him.
"Oh, I see that beautiful, tiny redhead is here to pick you up,"
remarked Nikki in an innocent voice. "She looks so very... fragile."
"Careful, Nikki," replied Ken with a big grin. "Not only is she not
fragile, but she can be very... predatory."
"Sensei is very forward-thinking about these sorts of things. Do you
think she'd like him?" asked Nikki with a smirk.
In point of fact, Arianwen thought Sensei Turcotte was very handsome,
and she had been quite intrigued when Ken mentioned his suspicions that Sensei
had a slave. While Ken and Nikki had spoken a number of times in the past
weeks, her opening up to him today was somewhat of a surprise. While things
like that happened between people, Ken sensed there was more going on.
"She has remarked that he's very attractive," said Ken. "I should
probably get ready to head out."
"Okay," said Nikki brightly. "See ya soon."
"Yup." he smiled, then paused. "Oh, and by the way, when I said she had
a bit of a predatory streak? I meant that Sensei might not be her only prey."
Nikki got a very surprised look on her face, then burst out laughing
again.
Ken went over to Ari when he got out of the locker room. She was
smiling and talking to Sensei. He caught a bit of the conversation as he walked
up.
"... always thought it was beautiful to watch. Someday, I'd really like
to learn it. Formally, I mean," she said.
"And are you learning it informally now?" asked Sensei.
At that point, Ken's stomach clenched. If Sensei found out he was
teaching Arianwen, the man would be within his rights to throw Ken out of the
dojo. Ken was a white belt. They don't teach students. Ari picked up on his
alarm.
"Uh, no... that's not exactly what I meant..." she said, completely
unable to smoothly lie her way out of the conversation.
"Well," smiled Sensei. "I'm sure that when whomever's teaching you
decides it's time, he'll send you to me for more formal training."
The man had glanced at Ken when he said that, surprising Ken a great
deal. It was now obvious that Sensei knew that Ken was training Arianwen -- and
possibly others -- and apparently had no objection to it.
"Ken," he said, turning to face his student. "If this lovely lady ever
decides to train formally, I'm sure we can find a place here for her, and
perhaps others that you think would benefit from my instruction. How did the
class work out for you today?"
"Great, actually," replied Ken.
Damn, he wished he could read the man. But it was almost like there was
no one standing there. Totally weird, to say the least.
"Excellent. Then I'll see you tomorrow. Good day to you both," he said
as he walked off.
"Why," asked Arianwen, "do I think I missed half that conversation?"
"I'll explain later," replied her husband.
Ari shrugged, then glanced over at a woman who appeared to be watching
them intently.
"Who's that?" she asked.
Ken didn't even have to look to know who Ari was talking about.
"That," he said leaning close to Ari, "is Nikki. She is Sensei's
slave."
"Cool," she said with a lazy smile that indicated that if he didn't get
her out of here, Nikki might find herself confronted by the Minx. While she
might be able to resist Arianwen, Ken didn't want to bet on it. And until he
got a better idea of where Sensei stood on various subjects, he wasn't about to
let anything untoward happen.
"Slave," he said in a voice that immediately got Ari's attention. "This
would be a bad time."
He noticed that his tone of voice didn't help matters. He could feel
his wife react to him and could see her ringed nipples poking though her thin
shirt.
"Yes, Master," she said, her face a bit flushed.
"Let's go."
Once back at the mansion, Ken puttered around, trying to think of a way
to tell Eric and Sally about the conversation he'd had with Joan. Then it
occurred to him that he'd asked Eric and Sally to tell Joan how things were
around here. He wondered what they'd told her.
As it turned out, nothing. Eric looked somewhat abashed when he said
that they'd gotten too distracted when the woman was with them to spend time
talking about things like that.
"I don't know," said Eric, "it's just weird. Sally and I talked later,
and being with Joan is just not like being with anyone else here. I mean, you
know that we love you guys, but Joan is just ... different. Special, somehow."
"Well, special or not, she's one really freaked-out woman at the moment.
I saw her today, and she's not looking good," replied Ken.
He went on to tell them about the conversation he'd had with Joan.
Sally got upset, and Eric looked like he didn't know what to do.
"I should call her," he said. "Talk to her. I'm sure that we can find
some way to work things out."
"I think you can, too," said Ken carefully, "but I don't think you
should call her. I think you need to wait until she calls you."
"What if she doesn't call?" asked Sally with tears in her eyes.
"I think she will," replied Ken. "Wait until Saturday and then call
her, if she doesn't contact you. Most likely, time is one of the things she
needs to work this out."
He saw the idea didn't make either one of them particularly happy. But
they were willing to go along with it. Ken hoped he was right, but knew that
when people were concerned, nothing was a certainty.
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It was Wednesday when Tina wandered onto the patio by the pool, and Ken
just knew she was looking to play. She'd spent the last two days wandering
around giving off the sort of glow that comes from having the best sex of your
life. She'd slept with him, Jane and Ari each night, joyously making love with
the three of them. Ken would have thought that she'd use her new-found status
to at least sleep with Eric and Sally, but she'd shown no inclination to do so.
Today, it was obvious, to him at least, that she had a very specific purpose in
mind as she walked onto the patio.
Bill was sitting on one of the chairs, under an umbrella of course, and
typing furiously on a laptop that was sitting on the table. It was connected to
the housenet, and he was completely lost in what he was doing. Genie, who'd
decided to take a vacation day, was lying next to him, but she was in the sun.
Ken looked at her and wondered why she'd been chosen as a Priestess. Annette he
could understand: she was an amazing artist, and Lea had told him to gather the
best artists he could find. She had also told him to find people who excelled
in other areas as well; technology, for instance. Genie, he knew, worked with
data at work. He wasn't sure exactly what she did, but aside from the fact that
she was a very sexual person and fit in very well here, he had no idea if she
had talents that went beyond that. Of course, that might not matter. Her
talent might very well be that she loved sex, was good at it, and that was that.
Tina sat down in the lounge right next to Genie. She had a can of
whipped cream in her hand, which she shook up. She tilted her head back and
sprayed a healthy jet of it into her open mouth. The noise made Genie open her
eyes and look over at her. Tina grinned and offered the can.
Genie smiled and reached for it, but Tina shook her head and leaned over
to position the can over Genie's mouth. She triggered the nozzle and filled up
Genie's mouth, then shook up the can and sprayed more into her own. When Genie
indicated she wanted more, Tina obliged with a smile. Then, as Genie was
swallowing, Tina sprayed a large glob of it right on Genie's right breast. The
cold of the whipped cream caused Genie to give a muffled yell.
After she swallowed, she looked at Tina, who was sitting there with a
look of complete innocence on her face, and said, "Now, you clean that up!"
Genie didn't know Tina very well, or she'd have been watching her more
carefully. Ken *was* watching carefully, and almost laughed out loud as Tina
bent to lick off the whipped cream she'd sprayed on Genie's tanned breast.
Because as she sucked Genie's nipple into her mouth, she positioned the nozzle
over Genie's naked sex, which was vulnerable because her legs were slightly
spread. Tina let loose with the cream, coating Genie's sex as she pulled her
mouth off the rigid nipple. Genie's shriek actually got Bill's attention.
Naturally, a wrestling match ensued between the two women. Tina was
pretty fast, but Genie had started to develop the speed and strength of a
Priestess and soon caught her. The wrestling match certainly kept Bill's
attention, and Genie ended up on top.
She sat just below Tina's breasts, her now-slick pussy smearing cream on
the girl's pale skin. She held Tina's hands on the ground over her head with one
hand, and menaced the teenager with the can in the other. Tina just stuck her
tongue out and got it sprayed for her trouble. Genie quickly reached behind her
and doused the teen's sex with a large spurt. The cold cream made Tina yell and
try to twist Genie off, but the older woman wasn't having any of that.
"You give up?" asked Genie, grinning.
"No way," said Tina.
"Okay," said Genie and shifted just a little.
Tina quickly took advantage of the opening and flipped over, trying to
get up, only to find it had been a ruse. Genie now had her right where she
wanted her and proceeded to coat the other girl's ass crack with whipped cream.
Now, however, they were both slippery with sweat and whipped cream, and Tina
managed to turn over again and slip one hand free. Genie moved the can out of
the way, but that wasn't what Tina was going for. She got a grip on the other
woman's hair and, as their eyes met, slowly pulled her down for a deep kiss.
Genie groaned, and Tina broke it off and whispered something in her ear. They
both stood up.
Bill, who had gone back to the computer, looked up just as Genie put her
sticky hands on his chest.
"Hey," he protested, "Wha... ?"
Tina aimed the nozzle at his mouth and pushed the button. It mostly got
his mouth, but it also got his chest as Genie pulled the chair away from the
table. It wasn't long before all three of them were smeared with whipped cream
and the can had run out. Ken actually considered getting them another can, but
decided against it. Tina had accomplished her purpose.
The girl sank down on Bill's rigid cock as his girlfriend positioned it.
Genie guided it into Tina's pussy, and the girl gave a satisfied groan that
matched his. Genie gently pushed Tina forward as she rode Bill and started
licking her asshole.
"There, oh Goddess, I want it there," said Tina.
Genie jumped up and ran inside, quickly returning with some lube. Then
she spent a few minutes licking and sucking, getting Tina all ready for the rod
that would soon take her anal virginity by pushing her tongue, then her fingers
into the girl. Then, as the moment approached, Tina pulled off, and Genie
guided Bill into her other hole. Between her saliva, and the thick juices that
coated Bill's cock, the lube wasn't needed.
It was a tight fit, that was for sure, but they both enjoyed the
feeling. Genie sat beside the two of them as they kissed and made love. She
tweaked Tina's nipples and noted that Tina was like her sister in that she loved
hard nipple play. Tina groaned and tugged on one of Genie's nipples. Bill
came, filling Tina's back hole, and Tina came from feeling him squirt inside
her. She pulled off him with a sucking sound, and Genie was immediately there,
licking and sucking his cock. Soon, Genie was in a sixty-nine position with
Bill while she and Tina sucked him back to hardness. That didn't take very
long, and Genie groaned as she felt his tongue push into her back hole. She
lifted up, and Tina sat down on his cock again, this time taking it into her
slick pussy. She rode him for a long time, cumming several times herself.
Genie had an orgasm too, as Bill licked her asshole and Tina rubbed her clit.
When Bill came again, Tina slid off his cock.
She was still on fire, and so was Genie. Bill sat back and watched as
his girlfriend licked and sucked his cum out of both of the teen's holes. It
was an amazing sight, that was for sure. The redhead lay back, her pale skin
shining in the sun, as the slightly taller, darker-skinned woman licked and
sucked her to several more orgasms. To his surprise, he got hard again. He put
it to good use, sliding it into Genie's rear hole, which was slippery from all
the juice that had seeped out of her pussy. She groaned deep in her throat as
he pushed in, quickly widening her and giving her no time to get used to him.
She loved that, and he knew it.
Finally, Tina switched around into a sixty-nine with Genie, licking and
sucking her soaked pussy, while Bill rammed her asshole. Just the sights and
smells of what was going on were almost enough to put Tina over the edge.
Combine that with what Genie was doing to her pussy, and Tina's orgasm seemed to
last forever. Finally, they collapsed in a heap, everyone very well satisfied.
"That was amazing," said Bill.
Now that the action was over, he was trying very hard to ignore the fact
that he and his girlfriend had just had sex with a fifteen-year-old. He
mentioned that he still had a lot of work to do and got up to head for the
shower, gathering up the laptop as he did so.
Genie and Tina stayed, stroking each other lightly. Tina started
working her way down Genie's body and, when she got there, tentatively licked
her slightly-distended back hole, tasting mainly cum. It wasn't long before she
was driving Genie up toward yet another orgasm, rubbing her clit and sucking
Bill's cum from her body. Genie yelled when she came, then collapsed on the
ground, panting.
"Goddess, you're just like your sister. A little minx," panted Genie.
She flopped over onto her back and looked at a grinning Tina. "How are we going
to survive the two of you?"
Tina leaned in to kiss her, and Genie surrendered to the kiss, tasting
her lover's cum on Tina's mouth. Finally, she broke away and headed upstairs to
find Bill. Tina wandered over to the outside shower and washed off the sweat
and whatever leftover whipped cream there was. She sat down next to Ken when
she finished.
"You planned that, didn't you?" he asked.
"Kinda," she replied, smiling shyly. "I mean, I was pretty sure that
you'd make love with me, if I wanted, but Genie's another Priestess, and I was
hoping to entice her and Bill. I don't think that he would have done it with me
any other way. When he left, I could tell that he was a little uncomfortable
because I'm so young."
"I'm sure he'll get over it," replied Ken. "He's pretty far along the
path himself. I mean, he came, what, three times in an hour? Nice recovery
rate."
"I guess," said Tina.
Ken remembered that Tina had very little practical experience. She'd
really only been with him, and he was hardly typical of most men. He could cum
about as often as he wanted to. Bill was not a Priest, but was getting some of
the benefits of being a follower. However, *Bill's* main sexual experiences
were with someone of the Circle, so he had no idea that his abilities weren't
all that normal either. Certainly it wasn't unheard of for a man to cum that
often, but he knew that Bill and Genie -- or Bill and someone -- made love
daily, and he never had a difficult time cumming or getting it up. That was
unusual. He wondered how long it would be before Bill figured that out.
"It is, trust me," smiled Ken. "You're getting spoiled here, you know.
People outside the Circle don't have sex the same way we do."
"Well," said the girl brightly, "I guess I'll just have to do a larger
sampling."
Ken laughed and she leaned over to kiss him. Surprisingly, or perhaps
not, it wasn't long before she was sliding down his wide rod, slowly engulfing
him in her tight pussy. She rode him hard, the pain just adding to her
pleasure. When he started roughly pulling her nipples, she came hard, then came
again when he slammed into her cervix, dumping his cum in her tight tunnel. She
loved every second of it, and Ken knew she was wondering if she'd be able to get
him inside her other hole. He thought she needed more time to adjust, but one
never knew. Tina was a very determined young woman.
The next morning, he saw how determined as she joined her sister, Jane
and Eric in the practice room.
Ken looked at her. She just shrugged and smiled. "Hey, since you
didn't protect me from Genie yesterday, I figured I'd better learn how to defend
myself."
"I see. Well, c'mon and join in, for now. We'll talk later," he said.
It was probably time, he realized, that he break down and start getting
everyone to take self-defense seriously.
Tina proved very adept at learning what he was teaching. Like the
others, he only had to show her once and, while she didn't get the motions down
perfectly, he could see she was on the way. He didn't have to remind her what
the moves were, just how to do them. It was the same with everyone. It was
clear that the women were far more vicious than the men were when it came to
sparring. Not that anyone went nuts, but they were very serious about it, and
Tina picked up on that.
Afterwards, Tina, Jane and Ken jumped in the shower for a much-needed
wash. When they asked Ari if she would join them, she declined.
"I'm meeting Sandy in a few," she said.
"I thought you didn't like mountain biking?" remarked Jane.
"I don't," said the Minx, giving them an evil grin. She kissed
everyone, then was gone.
Ken spent some time before his class wondering if he should require
everyone to learn some level of self-defense. He didn't really want to. People
who weren't interested wouldn't learn it very well. Just at that moment, he
heard the faint crack of a gunshot.
He focused in on it quickly and discovered that Jane had apparently
gotten hold of a rifle. He knew she had wanted to and was glad that Lenny had
been able to help her. Which brought him to another thought: Should everyone
learn to shoot?
Maybe, maybe not. But they really should learn some basic firearms
safety, and Goddess knew *he* couldn't teach them. Not only that, but he didn't
know anyone who knew anyone that could teach them. In fact, he wondered where
the hell Jane had even learned how to load whatever gun she now possessed. She
probably asked for instruction at the place where she'd bought it. She wasn't
stupid by any means. He decided to ask her later.
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The week passed rather quickly. Nikki flirted with him a bit every
class, also eying Jane when she came to see him at the studio. She actually
joined the conversation that Sensei started with Jane and Ken, managing to brush
up against his wife. Accidentally, of course. Jane, of course, noticed, and
Ken felt her 'push' against Nikki just a bit. The blonde's eyes slitted as a
slow trickle of sexual energy slid along her nerves. Ken was sure that Sensei
noticed the interplay. Not that he gave any indication that he was aware it.
However, Ken was certain that Sensei noticed everything that went on around him,
despite the lack of indication that he did. How Ken knew this, he wasn't sure,
but he sure as hell wasn't interested in seeing what would happen if he tried to
take Sensei unawares. It might be interesting to see someone else try that,
though.
Eric and Sally had grown more unhappy as the days passed with no
call from Joan. Ken knew that it was very difficult for them to wait for a call
that might never come, but he was sure that if they called her, she'd find a way
to deny what she wanted and leave them all for good.
While they were in the main study Friday night, the phone rang, and Eric
shot out of his chair like a bullet to get it. When it was plain that it was
Joan, Ken signaled for Sally to stay with her husband and everyone left the
room. The conversation went on for quite a while, because it was almost an hour
later when Eric opened the doors and Ken, Arianwen and Jane went back in.
"Well?" asked Ken when they sat down.
"She's willing to talk to us. If we go to her house, " he replied.
Sally was sagging with relief and sat back on the couch, releasing the
tension in her body; she had been hunched over, hugging herself during the
conversation.
"When?" asked Ken.
"Tomorrow."
"And who is 'us'?"
Eric looked uncomfortable for a second. "Sally and I."
Ken stood and walked over, then put a hand on the larger man's shoulder.
Jane and Arianwen flowed around Sally, laying their heads on her and holding
her.
"My friend," said Ken, "You know you have our best wishes with this.
We'll do whatever we can to help you, if you need it. And if you need space,
you've got that, too."
Eric smiled.
"Thanks, man," he said. "I mean, I know that you were the one who..."
"Eric," smiled Ken, "you gotta be kidding me. Why would I have a
hang-up over that? It's clear to anyone with eyes that you three belong
together. As I said, if there's anything we can do to help, you've got it."
Eric and Sally got little sleep that night. For reasons that they just
couldn't understand, the upcoming talk with Joan had them totally freaked. It
was almost like they were going in for some exotic surgery, which, if it failed,
would have a devastating effect on their lives. Finally, when it was almost
dawn, they slept.
End Chapter 2-8
