Chapter 10

Lon gathered Rick and Toby at his house, in the rec room. After hemming and hawing for a couple of minutes, he came out with it, "I think we ought to disband the group."

Rick processed this in silence, but Toby asked, "Why?"

"Too many things going wrong. Too many things going on, period. If we count the thing you and Jean have, we all have steady relationships, now. Trying to keep up with the other women is a hassle -- and leaving them to the Carter boys..."

"Pisses you off," Toby finished. He turned to Rick. "What about you? What do you think?"

"I dunno." Rick glanced at Lon, too, looking uncomfortable.

"I, personally, think that you're being pretty selfish," Toby announced, eyeing Lon. "You're totally forgetting your ma and my ma -- and Louise, too, for that matter. They get benefits out of this situation, too -- benefits they won't get if it goes away. AND you're blaming Terence and Damian for something that isn't their fault!"

"And what's that?" Lon grated.

"You're blaming them for fucking your mother. Well, with Rick out of the picture, that's all that's left, basically, if I don't do her. I'm still trying to spread myself around, but there is only so much of me -- and that leaves Damian and Terence. Sure, they're black, but that's not their fault -- and really, not even relevant!"

"Dammit! Terence had Sally -- twice! Not to mention his old man! I..." Lon clenched his fists and looked away.

"The blow job lesson?" Toby guessed. "As I remember, you told her to."

"Yeah, I did -- but it bothers me."

"And the anal thing? That bothers you, too?"

"Yeah," Lon admitted. "A lot."

Toby shook his head. "You need to pull your head together, Man. Sally did that for you, as an act of love. You -- we -- fucked up and went too far with Fred Carter, and somebody had to pay."

"How did YOU pay?" Lon grated.

"That's between me and Terence," Toby replied. "You can think anything you want. Hell, that's probably part of my punishment -- you get to guess, and I can't talk about it, so you'll guess all kinds of stuff."

"Those two -- and their mama -- are more trouble..." Lon rumbled.

Toby shook his head. "If you two hadn't wandered out to catch young stuff, we'd all be in better shape. The whole group is out of whack because you two made commitments to Sally and Teela and blew off the commitments you made to the women in the group. Now you're blaming Terence and Damian for being black and for being the only guys available to take up your slack! AND you're blaming Sally for doing things you agreed to have her do! Pull your head out, Man!"

"Those guys... Doesn't it bother you when they fuck Beth?" Lon asked.

"Nope. Ma likes dick; she likes yours, in particular, but you're busy. She also likes to be bossed around, and Damian does that pretty well," Toby replied. "Why should I get upset? I CAN'T fuck her, and you guys WON'T..."

"Well, that's not true," Rick piped up. "It's just... awkward..."

"Teela fucked a dog to be in the group," Toby pointed out. "THAT'S awkward. I don't really think she fears that Ma will take you away from her." He shook his head. "Both of your girls went out of their way to accept the group -- but you're pretending they told you to stop doing anything! And, Lon, you're treating Sally like shit..."

"The ass thing... bothers me," Lon sighed.

"You know, it's funny -- I don't get the same vibe from you over Damian fucking your ma -- or the other things he does to her, either. It's like that's all different -- like, I don't know, like Candace deserves it!" This was Toby's considered opinion -- but he hadn't confronted Lon with it.

Lon pursed his lips. "You're right. I've been thinking about that. I DO have a kind of general principles thing about Damian fucking Mama -- but the rough stuff kind of tickles me. It's embarrassing, but..."

"Look," Toby announced, "Damian and Terence know that you have issues with them. They know there is a lot of resentment. Damian approached me about it, and we came up with a partial fix."

"Yeah, right -- like they're gonna show up with some black chicks..." Lon grunted.

"Exactly."

"WHAT?" Rick blurted.

"Damian and I discovered that Dirk has created a whole pool of black women -- most of them our age -- that we can blackmail into being group members. We're up to four already. Damian and Terence are bringing them in to kind of balance things. There will probably be four more, too."

"What are we gonna do with eight black chicks?" Rick whined.

"Well, Lon's gonna work off his resentment of the Carters, for one thing," Toby replied. "The Carters will have other outlets besides our mothers, for another, which should help make things balance. There is a down-side, though -- they had to bring in one more black guy. But with the number of black girls we'll have, that's probably a good thing!"

"Who is he?" Rick asked.

"Dirk's owner, Rain Man Hayes."

"Isn't he a little nuts?" Lon asked.

"I think that's cover -- to keep him from getting into trouble," Toby replied. "He's cool -- and he can fuck, according to Ma -- something we're gonna need if the girls go for dick in a big way."

Lon sighed. "I dunno if this fixes things, or makes them worse..."

"Well, the girls will be under control," Toby pointed out. "We're getting doggy sex videos of them before they even come in, so there are no worries on that score. I'm thinking that we can take our time bringing them in -- and if they aren't anything we want, we can let one or two go."

"I think we need more white guys," Rick opined.

"Me, too -- let's think about that," Toby grunted.

"Sally..." Lon sighed.

"You know, Lon, she's probably just as happy you're being hard on her," Toby pointed out.

"Yeah," Lon agreed. "I probably COULD forgive her, no sweat -- but she seems pretty happy now that she thinks she owes me. Maybe that's why I've gotten carried away -- I felt like I needed to justify being pissed at Sally..."

"I don't think you have to," Toby argued. "You can probably act like you don't hold Terence at fault at all -- but blame Sally..."

"I'll think about it," Lon grunted. "Bringing in those chicks probably IS a step in the right direction."

Rick nodded. "It's probably going to make the group too big, but maybe there is a way around that. We need to talk to Terence and Damian -- and maybe Rain Man. And we need to discuss where they stand over white guys and black chicks."

Toby called Damian, "Hey, can you and Terence come over to Lon's? We need to talk about the group. I've told them what's up and they have questions. We need to plan some stuff. Bring Rain Man, if you can..."

Damian and Terence ran into Louise on their way out. "Goin' to Lon's to talk about the new members..." Damian explained.

"Good. I'll meet you there. The womenfolk want to make a few suggestions, too," Louise replied.

"Uuh, I was thinking that this was a guy thing, Mama," Damian hazarded.

"Well, it's a GROUP thing, and it's serious -- and we girls talked about it this morning," Louise replied. "I suggest that you two get over there and take care of the guy business before the girls all get there!"

"Okay, Mama." Damian shrugged and pointed Terence at the door. "Let's hurry up an' get Rain Man."

Louise gave the boys ten minutes and started making phone calls.

Candace had already discovered that at least some of the boys were at her house. "We need to talk about recent developments," she announced without preamble when she discovered the three of them in the rec room.

"Can it wait a bit?" Lon replied. "Damian and Terence are coming."

"Okay," Candace agreed. "Nobody go anywhere -- the rest of the girls are coming -- except Sally and Teela. Do you two want them here?"

Lon pushed his hair back. "Damn." He glanced at Rick. Rick looked back, grimaced, and nodded. "Problem is, us guys need to sort out some stuff before we get hit from the female direction -- right Rick?" Rick nodded.

"Can one of you pick them up? Lon and Rick can call and set it up..." Toby suggested.

"I'll call Jean," Candace agreed. "I need to prepare for a gathering, it looks like."

Lon called Sally, telling her that if possible she should drop everything and wait for Jean to pick her up. Rick approached it differently, but passed a similar message; luckily, both girls were up and about and, it turned out, at Teela's. Lon passed this information to Candace who nodded. "I'll call Jean, now. You boys stay out of trouble for a while..."

Ten minutes later, Damian and Terence thundered down the stairs, followed by Rain Man Hayes, and the "men's meeting" got underway... Lon kicked it off with, "Hey, guys, Toby told me what you're up to and I appreciate it, but it might actually cause us more problems."

"Yeah, well, I figured it was better than nothing," Damian grunted. "Besides, I kinda have my own reasons for this -- and, well, we're kinda stuck with it, for now..."

Terence stepped forward, "Lon, about Sally..."

Lon waved a hand. "Let's not, okay?"

"Hey, I didn't mean to..."

"Well, you did -- but I earned it. It's closed, as far as you and I are concerned, okay?" Lon replied.

"Yeah, but Sally..."

"I'm handling Sally, Man, and I'm doing it the way I want to. If you understood how Sally is, you'd understand that having her under my thumb is a good thing, not a bad one. Just let it ride -- it's all cool," Lon assured Terence.

Terence glanced at Toby, who was nodding agreement soberly. He flicked a glance at Damian, who was obviously thinking hard -- and in a second, he got a tight nod from him, too. "Okay."

"Cool. So what in the Hell are we gonna do with all these girls?" Lon changed the subject.

"Shit, I dunno!" Terence replied. "But, hey, you guys know Rain Man?"

"I've seen him around," Lon admitted. "Never met him." He stepped forward and offered his hand.

Everybody present was pleased; this meant a lot. Lon was burying the hatchet -- even Rain Man knew it. He took Lon's hand and shook it, "Hey."

Lon couldn't resist a dig, "Dirk surprise you?"

Rain Man took it with grace, "Big time!"

"Well, we're going to get a chance to take advantage of it, I guess..." Lon grinned, stepping back.

Rick stepped up to shake. "I hear your sister is pimping him out pretty heavily..."

"Yeah, that's fucked up..." Rain Man shook his head. "Even my little sister Brie says that."

"Well, Alyssa's gutsy," Damian grunted.

Randy stood there a moment, quiet, then said, "She's a bitch, Man. She's my sister, and I love her, but she's a real cunt." He grinned wryly. "I ain't gonna get in your way, Man -- I hope you bring her DOWN!"

Everybody in the room was taken aback. "Really?" Damian replied, amazed.

"Yah. Brie is right -- she's fuckin' up them other chicks. Takin' her down is for her own good!" Randy insisted.

"That kind of brings us to a question," Rick pointed out. "This group started as, well, mothers and sons. And up to now, every mother has had sex with everybody else but her own sons. On the other hand, Lon and I have girlfriends -- and we're not sharing them like that."

"Well, mine's been around a little," Lon pointed out. "But Rick's right. What do you figure we need to do with this new bunch? And what about Alyssa? The girls we have, we're in relationships with -- but there are a lot of girls in this bunch and the plan doesn't seem to match what has been going on up to now... Okay, there are three of you -- four, if you count Toby, even though I think he thinks he's committed. But that's two chicks to a guy..."

"What about my mama?" Randy asked.

"Another good question," Toby muttered.

At that point, Candace hit the foot of the stairs. "I think it's about time we horned in, don't you?"

The guys glanced around and nodded, and the women flowed down the stairs. When they were all present, Lon kicked off the introductions, "This is Candace -- my mama." He waved at Randy, "Rain Man Hayes."

"Randy," Rain Man nodded and provided his given name and took Candace's offered hand. Candace smiled and nodded.

"This is Sally," Lon pointed. "She's my girl." Sally blushed and nodded at Randy, and Lon handed off the introductions to Rick.

"This is Jean, my mom," Rick took up the task. He beckoned Teela to him, "And this is Teela, my girlfriend."

"Hey, Rain Man," Teela greeted Randy. Jean smiled a welcome.

Damian took things from there. "You know Mama, and you know Beth," he noted. "So, who DOESN'T know what's goin' on?"

"I don't!" Teela announced.

Sally glanced at Lon for clearance, then echoed, "Me either!"

"Okay, I'm gonna run through this quick," Damian announced. "If I miss something, somebody jump in at the end. Rain Man, here..." Damian ran through a quick and bald but thorough recitation of the circumstances of the 'membership drive', detailing who Rain Man was and what they were doing and what the likely results were. "So we're looking at having Rain Man's mama, his sister Alyssa, and a half-dozen other black chicks. This might be overdoin' it, but Big Bro and I needed to play catch-up ball, sort of..."

"How much does Rain Man know about the group?" Jean asked.

"Well, he's seen the full roster, and he knows some of the relationships, but I don't figure he understands the whole group dynamic," Toby replied.

"I honestly don't know what we're going to do with that many more women," Louise declared. "Some of us aren't getting enough as it is..."

Damian shrugged. "Well, for one thing, we're tryin' to fix something -- and Rain Man's sister is kind of holding our feet to the fire about it."

"C'mon, that's an excuse!" Candace scoffed.

"Mebbe, but we've had this opportunity dropped in our laps. I wanna see all of the chicks involved, in case I want one of 'em to keep!" Damian argued. He eyed Candace, cocking his head and beckoning her to him. Candace frowned and shook her head no. Damian's expression firmed; he snapped his fingers and pointed to the floor at his feet. Candace put on an angry expression and shook her head no again. "You do NOT want me to come over there and get you!" Damian warned.

"You don't own me!" Candace huffed. "You may own Beth now, but..."

"NOW!" Damian barked. "Or else!"

"Mama," Lon said mildly, "Quit trying to bullshit people."

"Lon!"

"You're in trouble already," Lon reproved.

"You weren't supposed to sell me into slavery!" Candace flared.

"I didn't. You opened the door and walked in," Lon replied. "Everybody seems to know that but you! And unless I miss my guess, you've fixed it so that Damian rubs your nose in it!"

"Damian has a slave! He's got Beth!" Candace grated.

"Is that what this is about?" Damian laughed. "Beth is, ummm, shared property. I'm handling her because we ain't got anyone better at it who can, and she needs to get her attention. YOU, on the other hand -- you're a challenge -- fighting and whining and pissing and moaning -- but we both know the truth..." His eyes bored into hers. "You're jealous! You think your position has been taken, don't you? If it's so bad, why are you fighting so hard for it?"

"I--I..." 'Oh, shit! He's right!' Candace realized.

"Git over here!" Damian barked, "NOW!"

Candace was moving before she thought about it. When she came before him, Damian collected a handful of her hair. "You fucked up. Take off all your clothes." He turned his attention to Randy, "Rain Man, I hope this don't embarrass the shit out of you, but..."

Toby interjected here, "This is a part of the group dynamic, Rain Man. You know Ma likes being treated like a slave. Candace does, too, but part of the deal is that she has to buck it. She wants to be forced. She kids herself that she hates it, but the reality is that she gets a lot out of it -- and everybody knows it, which is why nobody lifted a finger just now."

"We need to talk," Jean pointed out.

"We'll talk," Damian grunted. "And she can voice her opinions -- but she's fucking up, so she can be embarrassed some." Jean nodded.

Meanwhile, Candace had bent to strip out of her panties, shorts, and sandals. Now she stood, loosened her bra and announced dully, "I can't get out of my top."

"Get it up around your neck," Damian directed. Candace did so, and he collected her right breast, giving it a warning squeeze, then let go of her hair. Candace whipped the top over her head and shrugged out of her already loosened bra. "Now kneel here and put your two cents' worth in wherever," Damian grunted, again taking her by the hair and pulling downward until she dropped to her knees.

"How much of this goes on?" Randy asked.

"Well, it's a case-by-case thing," Lon replied. "Beth is deep into it. Mama wants to fight -- and lose. She has fucked half of the guys between twenty and thirty in town, one time or another, but she couldn't find what she was looking for..." He grinned; Candace was sputtering. "Jean isn't into that, and I don't think Teela is -- but Sally is somewhere between Mama and Beth, aren't you, Hon?"

"Yes, Lon." Sally nodded, her eyes on Randy.

"So if my Mama..." Randy muttered.

"It's situation-dependent, Rain Man," Toby explained. "At this point, maybe we need to make a plan. I'm thinking that she might need a little initial persuasion, but then she would just want to continue on her own terms, you know?"

"So you're thinking, what?" Randy asked. "Call me Randy, everybody."

"I'm thinking that one or two of us approach her and, um, induct her into the group," Toby replied. "Then we see where she's headed. If she's just doing Dirk because she can't find a guy, then she may want to pick a couple of guys to replace Dirk, periodically. If she's really into dogs, that might present an issue, but we'll have a handle on her. If she has other needs, maybe we can find a way to deal with them."

Jean piped up, "What Toby is proposing might be a good idea. We've been worried that the group is going to get to be too big to keep a secret. We would like to see the new members not be exposed to the whole group."

"Why not?" Randy grunted. "They not good enough?"

"Oh, no!" Jean replied. "It's purely a matter of security. The fewer faces they know, the fewer they can reveal to others. I'm not even suggesting that, say, Toby or Rick not get to, um, have sex with one of the new girls -- but I think that their identities should be secret. I was thinking of it as something like a spy network -- you have cells, and not everybody can finger everyone else."

Toby nodded, thinking. "That isn't such a bad idea, Randy. Take your little sister -- she knows me, and she knows Damian and Terence -- but she doesn't know about anyone else. That protects them if she decides she has to reveal what she knows."

"How have you been handling this thus far?" Randy asked.

Candace glanced up at Damian for permission to speak; Damian waved. "Well, for us older women, the secret is a blackmail thing. We're having sex with underage boys, which could land us in jail. Sally and Teela basically gave us blackmail material on them to keep the group safe."

"What about the guys?" Randy asked.

"Two things," Toby replied. "We don't want to have to visit our own mothers in jail, and why would we trash a good thing?"

Randy nodded. "Okay, I get it, I guess. So we need, like, a hold on everybody."

"Absolutely," Toby agreed. "And given the way that the group is growing, we're going to need to do more than that to keep everyone from going down if someone talks. They say a secret isn't a secret if more than two people know about it -- look around..." He waved.

"Umm, it occurs to me that there is another benefit of secrecy, here," Beth added. "If you tell a person that there are others that know their secret -- others they don't know and aren't going to get to meet -- then they KNOW they're not going to be able to escape by doing something to get the people they DO know into trouble..."

"Good point, Ma," Toby agreed.

"Okay, so we have several issues -- why don't we look at them individually?" Candace asked. Randy looked at her oddly; Damian was still holding a hank of her hair, and she was kneeling, naked -- but she was trying to run things...

Lon laughed at the look on Randy's face. "Mama is a natural take-charge type. I think that the thing with Damian works so well because she can let it go for a while and see how the other half lives."

"Where do you want to start?" Randy asked.

"I'd like to add an issue, if I may," Candace replied. "More white guys." She glanced up at Damian, then continued. "Part of the problem we have now is resentment along racial lines -- and part of it is the fact that since Lon and Rick have collected girlfriends their own age, we older women are either doing without or having sex almost exclusively with black guys. I'm not complaining, but it brings a certain mindset, especially with outsiders. And there is the issue that there really aren't enough males to go around, anyway --especially if you look at the number of women we're talking about taking in..."

"If we bring in more guys," Toby pointed out, "we need to bring in more girls -- not because we need women for sex, but because we need a grip on the guys. At this point, this is STILL a mothers and sons group; even Rain Man -- I mean Randy -- will have female relatives that are hostage to his good behavior."

Candace nodded. Nobody else saw fit to discuss the requirement. Jean would have preferred that the group go away, as long as she could claim Toby; Beth was willing to take whatever she could get, anyway. White guys weren't an issue one way or the other to Louise -- especially if she was going to be having sex with Rain Man -- and it certainly appeared that she would be.

Toby looked round. "Why don't we take that piece up another time? We'll have to think about candidates..." Everyone nodded. "Okay, on to, say, Alyssa. Randy? What do you think is the way to handle your sister?"

Randy shrugged. "Damian wants a piece of her, anyway. She needs to be taken down a peg and she's using Dirk not only to get her jollies but to lord it over other chicks and get her cunt licked. That shit needs to stop; I don't necessarily care whether she gets her cunt licked, but she's got a bad attitude now -- running a bunch of other chicks' lives don't cut it."

"So, just Damian?" Toby asked. "Or do we do something radical like gang-bang her? I, personally, don't know how far we want to go, here..."

"I'm thinking that there ought to be two guys at any induction -- and maybe a woman," Damian offered. "Kind of a witness thing. Maybe if a woman goes, she can be masked or something..."

Toby looked around. "How about that?"

There were several shrugs and nods. "If someone wants or needs more, we can bring in others, I guess," Lon commented, "but this limits things."

"Okay," Damian agreed. "Me and Toby makes sense with Alyssa, I think. Any women want to go?"

"I'll go," offered Beth.

"Okay," Toby announced, "Next?"

"Adele?" Louise queried. "I'll go along for that. Guys?"

Terence rubbed his jaw. "What are we doin' with Miz Hayes?"

"I'm thinking that we let her know we know, then offer her an alternative to Dirk," Louise replied. "That okay, Randy?"

"What if Mama is reluctant?" Randy asked.

"Well, we might want to insist, once..." Lon replied.

Randy scratched his head, "Yeah, I can see that. I don't think I want things to get too rough, though." Clearly, he didn't want Damian to handle things -- or at least, not in the same manner as they had discussed for Alyssa.

"Terence, then? He's pretty gentle. And Lon, maybe?" Louise recommended.

"That might work," Randy agreed.

"Two down," Toby announced. "Who's next?"

"Well we got the two girls we got on tape on Saturday, and we got Brie." Randy replied. "We can probably wait the other girls until we get the whole bunch, then kinda handle them one at a time..."

"Brie is a serious problem," Jean insisted, "because of her age. Does anyone have any ideas?"

"It needs to be anonymous," Toby added. "She shouldn't see whoever it is she plays with. It might even be a good idea if we could set it up so the guy wasn't sure it was her..."

"That's gonna be hard if they see each other at all," Beth opined. "You'd almost need a..." She looked around the rec room -- which was sizeable. "Hey, do you think we could wall off a small area along one wall?"

"Maybe," Candace admitted. "Over there by the dart board, or something... How big?"

"I'm thinking six by six," Beth guessed. "Although we might want it a little wider, we probably wouldn't need any more depth than that."

"What for?" Jean asked.

"To put up a booth with a glory hole in it -- maybe two," Beth replied.

"Glory hole?" Jean asked. "What's that?"

"It's a hole in the wall at waist level. Usually, you find them in men's rooms between the stalls or in peep booths at video stores. Fred would know -- that hole he visited that one time had them, for sure," Beth replied. "The deal is, you don't see the person on the other side -- you provide a cock, and the other person sucks it or fucks it..." Unconsciously, she flicked a glance at Terence, who was obviously absorbing the implications. Several others noticed, but no one said anything. Hurrying on, she added, "This might be something we could use with new members, too." Several others nodded.

"How would we do this?" Candace asked.

"Well, one issue is wall thickness," Beth replied. "A normal wall is four inches thick -- and that's a lot of cock length to lose. I'd think that we would want something very thin but hard for a wall surface, and to make sure that where the holes are that any supports would be out of the way..."

"Rick, didn't you take architectural drafting?" Toby asked.

"I did," Randy supplied. "And I worked at a construction site a couple of times. I got an idea what we need..."

"Okay," Rick replied. "Beth seems to know what is needed in the way of structure, and Randy and I can figure out how to put it up."

"I think we ought to do two or three holes -- and maybe put up interior walls -- or, better, something removable. There ought to be room for two people around each hole -- one to do things, and one to supervise, maybe..."

"We'll do some planning and take measurements," Rick agreed. "How much space along that wall can we have?"

Candace shrugged. "Well, quite a bit -- maybe all of it. It's not gonna be deep, right?"

Beth went over and paced off a six foot depth; it was a VERY large room, so the depth didn't impede anything. "Maybe this much?"

"Looks good," Candace nodded.

"Hey, if we're gonna build some stuff," Lon interjected, "Maybe we ought to put in a couple of things for Beth, for instance. Punishment stuff." He eyed Sally.

"Oh?" Beth actually perked up. "I have some ideas..."

"We might want to put up some fancy places for doing interesting stuff, too," Toby suggested. "Swings or something. We could probably do three or four things along the wall beyond the glory holes..."

"Way cool!" Randy's eyes glowed. "I see you guys got mattresses and stuff..."

"We've had a couple of pretty good parties down here," Lon said proudly. "No reason they can't get even better..."

"Are we all done?" Candace asked brightly. "I laid out some drinks and things upstairs. We can all go up and..."

"You can't," Damian grunted. "Beth, you're gonna have to hostess -- Candace and I have business."

"Yes, Master," Beth nodded and headed up the stairs. Randy stood rooted, watching Damian at work. Two adult women...

"Damian, Honey, I really should be up there..." Candace's tone was VERY obsequious.

"You want to go upstairs?" Damian asked, his tone conveying clearly the fact that Candace wasn't going to get away with anything. "WE can go upstairs..."

"And?" Candace held her breath.

"And we can take care of our business upstairs," Damian finished. "I was offering you the opportunity to handle shit sort of private -- but since you insist..." He hauled at her hair, "Let's go." Leading her by the hair, he headed for the stairs.

"Oh, shit..." Toby shook his head. He flicked a glance at Lon.

Lon pursed his lips and shrugged. "Let's go upstairs." He followed the pair up, leading Sally. Everyone else followed.

Upstairs, Damian let go of Candace's hair, spurning her. "Do... whatever it is that is so important." His eyes locked on hers, "And then come back here and kneel."

Candace didn't trust herself to say anything. She went over to the counter and took the tray of snacks she'd laid out and took them to the table. "Beth," she said over her shoulder, "could you get some ice for the drinks from the freezer?" Her voice was preternaturally calm. She watched the others come up the stairs. She was still nude -- of course -- and despite her pretense that it was perfectly natural, being the only one in that state was deeply humiliating. Clearly, Damian wasn't done, either -- and no one was lifting a finger to help her... For the next few minutes, she worked hard at being the perfect hostess and pretended that she was wearing a bikini or something, rather than totally naked. The one pleasant piece of this whole mess was the boys' eyes -- they were all healthy young males, so it didn't matter that there were other females present, they were going to look, and try to be properly embarrassed about it. She basked in this regard, using it to counterbalance her humiliation and embarrassment.

Teela whispered to Rick, "Should some of us get naked, too? That would be less embarrassing for Candace..."

Rick shook his head. "She's in trouble, and she brought it on herself. If you do something like that to ease things for her, Damian will have to come up with something else. This is sort of like bronco-busting; Candace has a lot of spirit and fire, and Damian has to make her understand that she needs to channel it in the proper ways -- and to do that, he has to lean on her pretty hard."

Toby, also seated at the table, leaned up and said, "That's the best explanation I've heard for this. Nice going, Rick!"

Several of them had occupied kitchen chairs; Lon had led Sally to a closet that contained a couple of folding chairs to help round out things for the group. But Damian was still standing, leaning against the counter, watching Candace. Catching Lon's eye, he left off watching Candace for a few moments in order to speak with him privately. "About what's goin' on..." he began.

"I'm not interfering," Lon said carefully.

"I know, but, look -- I need to jack things up some. She's your mama -- if it's a problem, I'll just lay off -- but you've seen her. She wants it."

"Yeah," Lon nodded.

"If I let her get away with shit, I might as well just walk away -- but there's gonna be a backlash, anyway. She's gonna want to show off..." Damian murmured.

"You mean she'll make an ass of herself thumbing her nose at you," Lon clarified.

"Yeah. That probably won't be it, either. She'll get bossier than usual, to show how much in charge she is -- everybody will catch shit while she tries to get her position back."

Lon eyed him. "What do you want from me?"

"Permission? Approval? Fuck, I dunno. I just don't want to start any new shit, you know?"

Lon eyed him. "Blanket approval? Or this time?"

"Blanket," Damian replied. "If I gotta ask every time, I might as well walk."

"What's the plan for this time?" Lon asked.

"I'm thinking about asking Rain Man to help me double-team her -- in her ass, preferably."

"Here in the kitchen?"

"Yah. Humiliation. I could use Toby or Rick, but two bruthahs..." Damian eyed Lon warily.

Lon nodded soberly. "What do you think of Mama?"

"She's sweet, once you get past the bullshit. Cuddly."

"You're gonna have your hands full, Man. Mama, Beth, Alyssa..." Lon pointed out.

"Beth is easy," Damian replied. "I don't have to fuck her. We can get others to keep her happy that way -- you could juice her up, periodically. I can use Beth as an example for the other two, too."

"I've got Sally," Lon replied.

"An' you need to keep her in her place, right? Then you got to stick your dick in other bitches, Man. If you want Sally broke in like I think you do, you need to get her to lick the pussy juice off your dick after it's been in another pussy." Damian eyed Lon levelly. "Stroke Beth once in a while -- maybe take on one of these silly bitches we're gonna bring in. Depending on what we get, put Sally over her -- or under her -- or swap 'em back and forth based on who's fucking up when, you know? You want Sally off-balance..."

Lon eyed Sally; they were out of earshot, fortunately. She looked back for a moment, then dropped her eyes. "It's a plan," he grunted. "What about your mama?"

Damian shrugged. "She'll take your dick any time she can get it, I think. But she's not into the rough stuff like the others."

"I just don't want you tearing her up and then walking, you know?" Lon muttered.

"Yah. I get it. Shit's gonna get complicated, at some point, if and when I find some young stuff I want to keep -- you know what I'm talking about, 'cause you're dealing with it right now. But I'm not planning on busting her and walking off whistling -- I want to enjoy the results for as long as I can, you know?" Damian's face reflected his utter sincerity.

Lon pursed his lips and pushed back his hair. "Do what you have to, then. And Damian?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks."

Damian nodded and walked away to resume leaning against the counter.