Chapter 44Content: m+F ir MF D/s blackmail
Toby returned to the carriage house less than ten minutes later. The group was examining Terence's pillory and talking about other dungeon furniture. Ron Parker was amazed. "I kind of always made due with what was at hand," he mused. "I had no idea that there was a market for this stuff."
"There is a whole community out there," Beth told him. "Terence enjoys the woodworking aspect of it and, well, I enjoy using the stuff. There are shows where we could market to the fetish community and we can sell from a website -- but first, we need a few things in-house."
"There is a project coming," Toby noted. Turning to Ron, he explained, "We take on the occasional project -- things that need fixing that most people wouldn't touch. One of our members had an abusive father -- the kind of guy who would flip out and beat his wife and kids until they had to go to the hospital. We had to rescue them from one of his wild rages and we ended up dragging him in and trying to reorient him -- but as it turned out, he was a total psychopath and domestic abuse was only the icing on the cake. He's either in jail or the funny farm right now -- we ended up setting him up to get caught doing a whole laundry list of illegal stuff. We didn't falsify anything -- we just made what was there visible; he'd been embezzling and committing fraud for years."
Addressing the others, Toby went on, "Clint has been asking us to do something about his mother -- who he refers to as 'the Bitch' -- for quite some time. For a history, she's never been a decent mother to Clint and nearly soured him on women in general. She's a thief and a con artist and she uses her looks and sex to lure guys into situations where she can steal from them." He turned to Ron, "You would probably hate this woman on sight -- so I'm thinking you might like to participate -- even manage the project."
Ron eyed him. "Why me, exactly?"
"She's everything you hate about women. She's a liar, a cheat, and a thief. She betrays men on a daily basis for her own entertainment and financial gain. She's a TERRIBLE mother -- she literally took the food right out of Clint's mouth on a regular basis..." Toby replied.
"What else?" Ron asked.
"By the time you're done with her, maybe your anger against every other woman will have cooled some," Toby replied, eyeing him closely.
"So it's a two for one sale," Ron grunted.
"It's using the right tool to do the job," Toby replied. "We can't let Clint run this, because sooner or later, he'll remember that she's his mother, after all. We don't want to saddle him with guilt, so he needs to hang out on the edges -- but the job DOES need doing."
"What are we talking about?" Ron asked.
"What's been discussed might seem a little extreme, but she's been preying on men all of Clint's life -- and probably for some time before that. Clint thinks he wants to see her broken, totally -- turned into a sex slave -- maybe put on staff here, afterwards, as everybody's party girl. Clint seems to think she owes the whole male half of the human race sex, at the very least. Giving her to a pimp to use as a low-end hooker might work, too -- he's been heard to say similar. Basically, he wants her to pay -- not just him, but everybody she ever screwed over -- and that's a long list."
Ron nodded, musing. "You just can't take her out of circulation totally, can you? She's got a job, right?"
"Actually, we can," Toby replied. "She DOESN'T have a job. She supports herself, and to a much lesser extent Clint, on the proceeds of her various scams. She has no visible income and Clint apparently eats off the welfare system while she does as she pleases. If and when she does work, it's probably under an alias." Toby and Amy had collected their information directly from Clint's mind, and it was extensive. "Right now, Clint says she's hiding out after pulling some scam in a nearby city -- and as a result, she's doing her thing in the bars in town -- or maybe the next town over or something."
"What does she do?" Ron asked.
"I can put you with Clint for details, but I guess she has some standard scams -- she meets guys in bars and leads them on but doesn't give up anything, then she calls them with some tale like she's being kicked out of her apartment or whatever and needs money. Or she'll hit on a married guy and blackmail him -- that kind of thing," Toby explained.
"So if we put some kind of lure in the water, we might get her to walk right into the trap," Ron mused, "which would serve her right!"
"Yeah," Toby agreed. "Probably not you, but maybe Robert."
"What do we do with her?" Ron asked.
"We're thinking the root cellar," Toby replied. "Let me show you. Fred, we need you to help us make the place nice and secure and quiet..." He led the others off to examine the 'holding cell.'
After looking around and talking to people for a few minutes, Ron declared, "I'm interested. What's next?"
"You'll probably want to talk to Clint and make a plan," Toby replied. "Ma is a pretty good training resource. We can bring in guys to help abuse her. We're not looking at breaking bones or ripping out fingernails or anything -- the adjustments should be mostly between her ears."
Ron nodded. "What about stuff that doesn't do any permanent damage, but would get her attention?"
"Such as?" Toby asked.
"Nipple piercings without anaesthetic?"
Terence turned a little gray. "I think I'm gone..."
"Go on, Sweetie," Beth waved him off. "Get us some wood, okay? I want to start on that St. Andrew's cross!" Then she turned to the others. "Titties are called 'fun bags' in the fetish community -- you can do a lot -- and make it VERY painful -- without actually permanently damaging anything. For instance, you can nail them to a board..."
Ron eyed her with new respect. "THAT's an idea!"
"We can brainstorm," she told Ron. "I have a pretty good idea what looks awful but isn't permanent and I'm a nurse -- and Robert, here, is a doctor. We can probably find plenty of incentives for perfect behavior."
"Okay, guys, I need to go," Toby declared. "Talk among yourselves about what you want to see down there, and then please go over to the house and make a plan for the dungeon down there. I'll probably be in my office."
Ron watched him leave. "He's just a kid, right?"
Beth sighed. "Well, he is and he isn't. If you want to point at one person and say 'he started the club' it would be Toby or Lon -- probably Toby, because Lon came up with the concept, but Toby made it work."
"You learn to let him run shit," Fred added. "He gets things done, him and that girl Amy. I ain't never met that Lon guy -- only Toby." Beth looked away and said nothing.
In the 'massage parlor,' the 'happy endings' didn't all occur at the same moment. Noreen and Chuck finished first, not that Noreen had any complaints. Chuck lasted plenty long enough for Noreen to enjoy herself thoroughly, and she was happy to allow him his rest afterward.
Iris' antics actually interfered with Rick's efforts, which lengthened his time in the saddle considerably -- but she was loudly and profusely appreciative, so Rick was well-pleased with his efforts when he finally erupted in her chubby pussy.
Damian's big finish in Arlene was tucked between the other two; Noreen and Chuck were done, but Iris was still noisily enjoying Rick's efforts when Damian leaned down next to Arlene's right ear and announced quietly, "I'm gonna breed you now, Slut. I'm gonna fill you with little black babymakers!" Then he bashed her pussy hard for several strokes before burying himself deep and pouring semen into her quaking cunt.
Given Arlene's state of mind, this was an event that bordered on the mythical -- and Damian's eruption inside her triggered a massive orgasm! Damian watched her eyeballs roll up in her head and her pussy pulsed and clutched, milking him while she clung to him tightly. "Damn, you've got the bug BAD!" Damian muttered. "Well, no problem -- we're gonna hook you up!"
When Arlene recovered her senses, she still wasn't in what you might call her right mind. She looked up at Damian with adoration, totally immersed in the moment and the fantasy. So she didn't argue when Damian backed off her and tugged her hand, saying, "Come on, Party Slut -- we're gonna find you a party!"
She also wasn't prepared for what happened next! Damian led her across the hall to a room the same size as the library and directly above it where Randy, Pete Phifer, Alonzo and Isaiah Morse were lounging, waiting for their arrival. Damian led her inside and she had only a fleeting moment to take in the tableaux before Damian hurled her to her knees at the feet of Isaiah Morse.
Arlene looked up and froze -- the guy was HUGE! She looked back over her shoulder, wide-eyed, just as Damian announced, "This one has a thing for black dick -- so everybody get you some!"
"Heh! Ain't it lucky for you I can sit down right here!" Isaiah announced, settling onto the couch and pulling Arlene to him using a big paw at the back of her head. "Give us a suck, white meat!"
Arlene's mouth was hanging open, so it wasn't hard to hit. Suddenly, Arlene was struggling to handle a cock the size of a hard salami! She started to freak, but Damian came up beside her and squatted and said, "Come on -- you KNOW you want it! Look around -- we've got dick for you by the yard! Get up on your hands and knees and someone will stick a nice, long, black dick in you while you suck that monster. It's just like a fairy tale ain't it? We'll all breed you and when the time comes nobody will know whose little nappy-headed bastard will pop out of that pussy of yours..."
Isaiah let go a guffaw -- where did Damian get that shit, anyway? But Arlene assumed that he was in agreement...
Damian crooked a finger at Alonzo while Arlene more or less numbly got to her hands and knees. "Pop your dick in that. It's good shit -- she's real quiet, but intense. Long-stroke her until she gets all pink and starts to shake." Alonzo knelt up behind her and for the first time ever she had two cocks to service -- two BLACK cocks! The guy behind her slid his cock into her pussy and things got a little fuzzy for Arlene while she dealt with it -- this was just like one of those porn flicks where some white woman gets gang-banged by a bunch of black guys -- only this time, it was HER -- and it was REAL LIFE!! The guy she was sucking brought her back by pulling her head toward him, shoving his cock deep, and rumbling, "Come on, Honey -- SUCK!"
After that, things got a little wild and crazy -- and kaleidoscopic. The guy fucking her from behind knew what he was doing and her original black lover kept playing with her nipples and she kept losing control of what she was doing; once the shock slipped away, it was all about pleasure and sex and she started having regular orgasms. When that guy finished in her, the hulking bear she'd been trying to suck picked her up and sat her on his cock and helped her pump up and down on it for several minutes and several orgasms before HE let go inside her. Then a third black guy spread her on her back on the floor and slid between her legs and fucked and fucked and fucked and somebody turned her head to her right and fucked her face with ANOTHER black cock!
She was exhausted by then, but someone wanted more so he rolled her up on her knees and dribbled lubricant on her ass and used his fingers on her asshole like Daddy used to -- and when he had two going good, he stuck his cock in there like Daddy used to, too! It hurt, but it hurt good, just like the bad old days, and Arlene managed two more orgasms!
And it seemed like there was always a cock in her face to be sucked and somebody climbed under her and stuck his cock in her pussy while somebody else put his in her ass and the big guy stuck his in her mouth again and they laughed about her being airtight...
She became exhausted, and things were a blur until finally there was nothing but another cock in her face -- a white one -- and she looked up blearily and Robert was standing there, looking down at her saying, "Oh, no you don't! Suck! You owe me and I intend to get mine!"
Arlene thought, 'This is gonna be bad!' but she was exhausted, physically, mentally, and emotionally, so it was like she saw the whole thing from behind glass, looking through a window. Robert fucked her face -- he wasn't gentle -- but she didn't have it in her to protest. Then he rolled her on her back and pushed her knees up -- but he stuck his cock in her ass instead of her pussy -- and that was all right, too. She wanted to orgasm for him, but she didn't have it in her. He fucked her ass raw, looking angry, and unloaded his seed on top of all those other loads and then said, "So, did you have fun?" And she looked at him blankly, unable to think of a thing to say...
"She's toast," Toby said, touching Robert's shoulder. "You can't have it out with her right now because there is nobody there. It's going to have to wait for several hours, at least."
"Yeah, okay," Robert replied. "Now what?"
"Clean her up and put her to bed would be my recommendation," Toby replied.
"Yeah, good idea -- maybe pop her in the Jacuzzi," Robert mused.
"We've got plenty of rooms -- you two can stay the night," Toby offered.
"Okay. Give me a hand?"
Arlene was virtually an automaton. She could walk and stand on her own but had no will to go anywhere. They led her to the showers and got her cleaned up and then led her downstairs and popped her into the Jacuzzi.
"So how mad at her are you?" Toby asked.
"It shows?" Robert asked.
"I think just mad enough that I'll be convincing when I rip her a new asshole."
Toby nodded. "That's probably okay, then."
"Will she want to do it again?"
Toby pursed his lips. "Like that? Probably not. But then, you want to get yours, don't you? Are you going to make her stop if you don't?"
Robert grunted. "No. What about white guys?"
"Yeah, she'll do white guys." Toby was confident. "And there will be opportunities. This is a swing club, more or less. You should be able to swing with any color you like. I asked Damian to come by early to help you put her back on the tracks by telling her she's not wanted."
"What made you decide to take her anally?" Toby asked.
"I was pissed."
"It might actually cause a link between you and her father -- which could be good and could be bad."
"What should I do about him?" Robert wondered aloud.
"You might want to have a nice, quiet talk with him. I bet he's had sex with Arlene since you've been married, for instance. You might want to let him know that you know..."
"But I don't."
Arlene couldn't move. The bubbles felt wonderful, but she didn't seem to have any control over her arms and legs -- they were too tired to move. She was sore in all kinds of places, it seemed like. The evening had been wonderful and terrifying and intense and amazing and scary. It had been both more and less than she had ever dreamed it would be -- and she still wasn't sure how it happened...
And Robert was mad. And she had no defense -- none! And she was too exhausted to even try...
Robert came and got her out of the tub and helped her dry off and led her to a bedroom and put her to bed -- in silence, leaving her to wonder whether he expected her to stay here and not return to their home after what she'd done. She wanted to worry about it, but sleep claimed her...
Robert went back and showered and cleaned himself up. Tabitha and a girl named Janice and her mother came in, gabbling about dresses and such, and Tabitha looked an invitation at him, but no, not tonight... Candace set him up in the library and he sat and watched TV and cooled down and relaxed. Toby came in and they had a long talk about the events in Arlene's past that triggered her behavior. Amy was along, but wasn't seen -- she was masked, as they'd masked Toby once from Abigail. Amy allowed Toby to impart what they'd learned of Arlene's situation directly, authoritatively, and with Candace present; in the end, both Candace and Robert believed that Candace had made the presentation. Candace was conditioned to believe that she'd hypnotized Arlene -- but she was also conditioned to brush the whole thing off without thought if presented with it -- and Robert was conditioned neither to reveal his source nor come back to Candace for further guidance, but rather take his direction from Amy and Toby.
Toby left Robert and headed in to check on their OTHER project -- Noreen. Candace had kept an eye on the women while the other things went down -- while Toby kept an eye on Arlene, in particular. Now that the uproar was over, most of the boys involved in Arlene's little party and the massage incident were gone -- but Bobby Beckwith was around, so Toby gathered him up and headed for the lounge where Candace had parked Noreen and Iris with cold drinks and television. "Hey, how about a dip in the Jacuzzi?" Toby announced himself.
Both women flinched -- they were still nude. But he and Bobby were, too.
"Oh, I don't -- WOW!" Noreen's eyes popped as she took in his erection.
"Yeah, that, too," Toby grinned.
"Since you put it THAT way..." Iris simpered. "Come on, Noreen -- we're here, we might as well enjoy ourselves!" She smiled at Bobby, who smiled back.
The boys didn't even pretend to reluctance; both Iris and Noreen ended up sitting in the hot tub between the thighs of a young male who spent his time mauling breasts. "So the purpose of the club is really sex?" Noreen asked.
Toby, who had her in front of him, replied, "Yes. The original purpose of the club was for guys my age to have sex with women your age. In fact, I'm an original member; the club started when three of us made a pact that each of us would either look the other way or actively assist while the other two took a run at his mother. Mine and Lon's were divorced, and Rick's was a young widow and we ALL were suffering, so..."
"It worked," Noreen guessed.
"Like gangbusters, actually," Toby agreed, "but then things got complicated. The idea was to avoid incest, and thus far, we've managed that, I think. Once we were all getting regular sex, we got confident, and girls our age noticed and we ended up with girlfriends. In the process, we had some issues with security and ended up having to invite new members. The security breach led us to start collecting blackmail material to ensure the silence of members. I, um, should probably tell you at this point, Noreen, that we took video of you having sex with a young guy on the massage table. That was your initiation -- you're now a full member."
"Ugh," Noreen grunted. "There is a video of me and that boy?"
"There is," Toby confirmed. "But it is ONLY for use in maintaining security -- we hide these things VERY well and encrypt them -- it won't surface. You can view it if you like, but I don't think it would be smart for you to have a copy."
Noreen thought about getting upset, but it didn't seem worth it -- partially because Toby nudged her a bit and let her outrage bleed off. "So now what?"
"Now you have access to a surprising number of guys -- from my age upwards -- to be handled as anonymously as you want," Toby supplied. "Girls, too, if you're interested -- and maybe other things," he added, knowing it wasn't anything she would even have thought of -- not because she was homophobic, but just because she liked men and it would never have occurred to her. "We have a small fetish community, too."
"Uh huh," Noreen mused. "For now, I think I'll stick to guys."
"There should be plenty," Toby noted, "if you don't have anyone in particular in mind." That little nudge, predictably, popped up a picture of Harmon Thornton.
"Well, since we're here," Iris erupted, "I want to take advantage of the situation. Again." She had a hand behind her, clearly jacking Bobby's erection.
"Well, that's fine," Noreen replied. "Maybe you'd like some privacy? I know I would."
"Turn right when you get back upstairs," Toby directed. "Go ahead and take any room on the south side that is open."
Iris got up, still holding Bobby's cock. "Come on, Honey, let's take care of this." Bobby nodded, grinning, and grabbed towels from them both as he rose. Iris let go when she had to, but grabbed Bobby's cock again to lead him up the stairs.
"Iris is something," Noreen mused.
"She needs a boyfriend -- maybe two," Toby agreed. "She's needy."
The unspoken question hung there for a moment before Noreen made shift to answer it. "I'm not THAT needy, but..."
"With them gone, we have this place to ourselves," Toby told her, sliding his hand between her legs. Noreen looked at him in surprise, but did nothing about it, deciding instead to settle back and enjoy his fingering. After a few minutes, when she had a good pant going, Toby suggested, "Why don't you stand up and lean on the edge?"
"Okay." Noreen's voice sounded congested. She got up and draped her elbows on the edge of the hot tub and Toby stood behind her. She felt a little odd about just casually deciding to have sex, but it had been so long and it was out there and Toby's cock was impressive and... did she need more reasons? 'Hey, I'm thirty-seven -- it's time I cut loose a little, maybe. Donna's doing this...' Then Toby's cock slid home in her and she needed no more reasons! "OMIGAWD!"
Noreen was impressed! Young Toby acted much older that his apparent eighteen and he was clearly experienced and VERY well equipped! He didn't go nuts, but wasn't lazy -- his strokes were perfectly timed to be urgent without going overboard. Noreen surrendered herself to the pleasure, working with him, meeting him and adjusting herself in ways that gave them both pleasure without thinking about it.
'She's a natural,' Toby thought. 'It's a shame that she put it all away for so long -- such a waste...' He tuned himself to her as he started staggering his strokes.
'Mmmmm, Harmon does that...' he caught Noreen thinking. 'I love it!' She tightened her inner muscles in time to Toby's withdrawals from the deeper strokes, improving the sensations for them both.
Toby changed up several times, and each time, Noreen adapted, apparently instinctively -- even in mid-orgasm! 'She's a sex machine!' Toby realized. 'If Donna is anywhere close, no wonder Mac is happy!' But Harmon's name kept coming to the forefront of Noreen's thoughts... Toby got it, actually. Harmon was adept and practiced and undoubtedly capable of 'kicking it up a notch' -- making things absolutely perfect. Well, that was fine... Toby relaxed his control and worked to secure his own completion -- something that Noreen's almost instinctive assistance made easy -- and unloaded in her vagina in long spurts while she held herself still for him, resting on the tub edge.
When they were done, Toby gently pulled her back by her wide hips and they settled into the water to relax. Noreen was well-pleased; she'd had sex twice and both times had been better than merely good and she was satiated. Candace was right -- young guys were the bomb! She owed Iris -- without Iris' help, she'd have suffered from withdrawal and probably ultimately put the whole thing away again -- or maybe embarrassed herself chasing Harmon shamelessly, which would drive him away. Noreen still felt that Harmon was her mate -- but he was skittish, so she needed patience. And to be patient, she needed other sources of supply for her sexual needs. There was no emotional contact with Toby or the other boy, for instance, and if and when Harmon came around, they wouldn't complicate the situation by appearing to be competition -- but they were athletic and excellent lovers...
This musing led to shock when young Toby queried, "So, tell me about Harmon Thornton..."
"Wh-what?" Noreen gasped.
"I hear Mac's father paid you a visit -- and it seemed to go very well -- but he won't come back..."
"Who told you that?"
"Mac -- and Donna. I'm interested in your perspective." Toby smiled crookedly.
"Well... Stop me if I bore you..." Noreen began. "Harmon knocked on my door late on Friday night a couple of weeks ago. He was smooth -- like Teflon. He had apparently decided that he was going to have sex with me, sight unseen, based upon a run-in with Donna -- did she tell you about that?"
"Hmmm. They may have glossed over it..." Toby invited her to continue.
"Harmon is apparently a Ladies Man from way back -- he certainly has the technique, anyway. Apparently, he happened upon Mac and Donna and another couple having sex at his house and managed not to be detected. Mac left to take the other couple home, leaving Donna there, naked, and Harmon approached her without any warning and very nearly had sex with her!"
"What do you think of that?" Toby asked.
"Well..." Noreen thought about it. "It sounds kind of amoral, but apparently Mac got his sexual education from Harmon's cast-offs, so Harmon thought he was entitled. Mac apparently told him 'Not this time' and MY name came up..."
"Why do you think that was?" Toby asked.
"Mac seems to think it has something to do with something Harmon saw while Mac and Donna were having sex. He says that before that, Harmon wouldn't have been caught dead with a woman with my ass... Donna says he asked her what I looked like, and when she said she looked like me -- or vice-versa -- apparently, that lit the fuse."
"Go on," Toby invited.
"So he showed up just as I was getting ready for bed and I was half-dressed and he schmoozed his way in the door and the next thing I knew he was being sweetly reasonable while using eight tentacles to feel me up just EVERYWHERE! I, well, I hadn't had sex in a LOOONG time and hadn't ever learned how to fight off anybody that persistent, anyway, so he just rolled right over my defenses -- and the next thing I knew we were having sex on the couch!"
"Sound fast," Toby opined.
"It WAS! I bet it took less than five minutes! It's embarrassing to admit it, but he's GOOD! He delivered on the promise, too -- it was INCREDIBLE!" Noreen stopped. "Why am I telling you this?"
"I asked..." Toby released the inhibition that had stopped her, and the flood resumed.
"We were like a couple of teenagers -- and just as thoughtless! I wasn't on birth control -- I didn't seem to need it -- and Harmon, although everyone tells me he knows better, didn't stop for rubbers -- and neither of us seemed to care at all, despite the fact that I now know that we BOTH had good reason to have better sense..." Toby cocked his head, pretending not to understand, and Noreen forged on, "Donna was an accident. I had unprotected sex and was left with a baby. Harmon apparently did the same thing, and the mother was mentally unstable or something and he ended up with custody of Mac. So there we were, both of us having done eighteen years' worth of penance for being stupid about birth control -- and we were being stupid again! It wasn't just the first time, either! I said some stupid thing about the damage having been done and we had sex three more times that night and the next morning -- and we didn't bother those times, either! But it was stupendous and we seemed to fit together, hand in glove, and a rubber seemed to be an imposition..." Noreen stared off into space for a bit, then shook herself. "From what I hear, Harmon has decided I'm God's way of punishing him for sleeping with however many hundred women he's dated over the years, and that I'm out to entrap him by getting pregnant."
"Are you?" Toby asked, smiling.
"Not consciously," Noreen replied. "But I can't account for my stupidity any more than he can for his."
"Are you done having kids?" Toby asked.
"I should be..." Noreen stared off into space.
Toby eyed her. "Maybe he isn't, either. Maybe it's time you did it all the normal way."
"Oh, sure! YOU tell HIM that!"
"Are you worried about his womanizing?" Toby asked.
Noreen looked back at him her gaze confident. "No. Mac says no woman ever stuck to Harmon for over four or five dates, anyway. I don't think I'd mind as long as he came home to me -- and he would."
"What about you? What do you figure YOUR chances are?"
"As scared as Harmon is?" Noreen grinned. "Good. REAL good! I think there is something to the whole thing. I think we're just perfect and I think Harmon knows it instinctively -- and he's scared to death!"
"What do you want to do about it?" Toby asked.
"I want to get on with it, one way or the other," Noreen replied. "If it doesn't work, we can try and fail and get it over with and move on -- and if it DOES work, well, we're not getting any younger. I don't want us to hide from each other for a couple of years while neither of us can move forward, one way or the other."
Toby nodded. "Actually, Mac says his father is having the same problem. Harmon is going out -- and not coming home with anyone, even though he COULD be. As a result, he's living in frustration."
"Why isn't he...?"
"Because he's looking for something in particular..." Toby grinned.
"Oboy..." Noreen covered a giggle.
"Exactly." Toby sat back and watched the bubbles for a bit. "What if we had a way of putting Harmon out of his misery?"
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