Chapter 27

When Toby got back to the clubhouse, it was to turn right around and go for Rico. "Now I know how Randy feels," he grumbled good-naturedly as he headed out.

Maddie grabbed Hank and pulled him into the guest room -- and the presence of her mother. "So," Marta murmured, eyeing him, "You are...?"

"Hank," Hank replied, carefully leaving out his last name.

"And you and my daughter are...?"

"Dating?" Hank filled in tentatively.

"You were sleeping together last night," Marta pointed out.

"Yeah -- that's sleeping, not..." Hank retorted.

Marta just looked at him. Hank flashed a look at Maddie -- and got nothing. "What's your point? She needed someone to be with."

"She did not pick you out of a hat," Marta said positively, "did she?"

"No."

"You were the one who brought these people," Marta's wave took in the household, "night before last?"

"I may have been," Hank said cautiously, "and I may not. Why?"

"You may have saved our lives."

"Yes."

"Why?"

"When I saw what he'd done to her before..." Hank's hands balled into fists. "I couldn't let that happen again."

"You have been described to me as my daughter's boyfriend. Is this so?"

"I... Yes."

"For how long?"

"Not long. Since Monday."

"And you risk your life riding to our rescue, and involve all of these people..."

"She's worth it to me. You're worth it. Pietro is worth it," Hank declared.

"But mostly, Madeline is worth it," Marta insisted, watching him closely. "Do I ask you again about sleeping together?"

Hank looked stubborn. "You can ask."

Marta shifted her attention to Maddie. "Daughter, are you sleeping with this young man?"

Maddie eyed her mother for a moment, then glanced at Hank before replying, "Yes." She turned to Hank. "Mama has to know -- for her own protection."

"That stuff isn't going to happen any more," Hank insisted.

Marta cocked her head. "How are you going to stop it?"

"By being there."

"My husband will not tolerate strange boys sleeping under his roof," Marta predicted.

"He'll tolerate what he's told to tolerate," Hank insisted.

"My husband is like a spider," Marta said gravely. "I've watched him scheme and weave his webs, bringing down his enemies unexpectedly."

Hank's mouth was a tight line. "We have our own weapons," he assured her. "We'll be putting them on display for him, so he knows we're not bluffing." He paused. "It would help if you assisted us."

"Against my husband? That is traitorous, don't you think?"

"You haven't owed him anything for a long time, I'll bet," Hank replied. "Go look in the mirror if you don't believe me."

"The church says..."

"The church hasn't helped you!" Hank grated. "They probably know -- and they sweep it under the rug! Look at the price you're paying! Do you think you're a martyr or something? When will it be too much? When he's killed one of you?"

Marta rocked back in her bed. "He won't..." she said uncertainly.

"He almost DID! You know it! And he was getting worse, wasn't he?" Hank accused.

"Yes," Marta admitted. "Perhaps you are right. What would you have me do?"

"Keep an eye on him. Report anything suspicious. It's for your own protection!" Hank insisted.

"To you?"

"I'll be the only one visible," Hank replied. "We will want to keep everyone else's identities secret." His eyes swept to Maddie, providing a nonverbal warning.

"You put yourself in danger."

"Yes." Hank replied. "There are benefits, though." His eyes sought out Maddie's again.

"How long do you expect this to last?" Marta's wave indicated that 'this' was Hank's and Maddie's relationship.

"A while," Hank shrugged, "Until it's over. Frankly, I'd like to be able to say forever -- but that would be expecting too much."

Marta eyed the boy. There was much that was grown up about him. She could see that he was smitten -- but that he was realistic about it. "Am I to give you my approval?"

"That would be nice," Hank replied, "but, if necessary, we will go forward without it. We've gotten this far..." He eyed her. "Of course, if you don't, it will probably doom us eventually."

"Mama..." Maddie said carefully.

"All right, all right!" Marta waved away the confrontation. "It isn't as if you haven't earned it." Marta watched her daughter flow into the boy's arms as if she was made to be there. "How did you do this, anyway? Madeline and boys..."

Hank shrugged. "When she had to, she discovered that we aren't so bad after all."

"YOU aren't so bad!" Maddie corrected him. "Some of the others..." She shuddered.

"Randy's bark is worse than his bite," Hank assured her -- but his eyes told her they needed to take the conversation elsewhere. He looked up at Marta. "Right now, your husband is in pretty poor shape -- mentally, at least. He just had a visit from a couple of guys who made him an offer he couldn't refuse, if you know what I mean."

Marta blinked and cocked her head. "I don't."

Hank pursed his lips. "You might not want to."

"I seem to have changed my mind about that," Mart replied gravely. "Could you send in whichever of my nurses is here?"

"Yes, Ma'am." Hank took Maddie by the hand and led her out.

Louise was in the kitchen with Candace -- and Pietro, who was eating a sandwich like he hadn't been fed in days. For some reason, nobody had ever bothered to mask themselves around Pietro. "Mrs. Vasquez wants to see you," Hank related solemnly.

"Why?" Louise asked, puzzled. Obviously, from Hank's demeanor, something was up...

"I think I convinced her that she needs to help keep her husband collared," Hank told her.

"Okay, well..." Louise and Candace exchanged glances. "Time to put the damned masks back on."

Louise took the lead. "I understand you want to see us," she said when they'd returned to Marta's presence.

"Yes," Marta nodded. "I'm beginning to realize that if I bury my head in the sand, it endangers me and my family. But I need to know more about who you are and what you are doing. I'm not sure I can trust you and your results if I don't see them."

"What do you want to know?" Louise said calmly.

"I've seen a number of people. This isn't a small group, and you didn't come together just to stop my husband. Who are you?" Marta asked.

Louise eyed Candace for a long time. Obviously this was a sensitive subject. But Marta STILL didn't know who they were or where she was. "I guess you would say we're a sex club, Baby."

"I've seen a lot of young people..." Marta mused.

Louise nodded. "Yes. There are two groups who tend to suffer from a lack of sex more than others -- young men and older women. The original group charter, if you will, brought those two groups together. Along the way, there have been, um, acquisitions of older males and younger women, usually for very specific reasons -- but young people -- especially young males -- are the backbone of the group."

"Is my daughter an... acquisition?" Marta asked.

"I don't know if we want to really get into that," Louise replied. "You realize that our existence is a secret and must stay that way. Each member has good reason to keep the identity of the group and it's members secret. We really don't have that kind of hold on you." Maddie was present, as was Hank. Louise gave her a pointed glance.

"All right," Marta nodded. "Can I have more detail on what you have been doing?"

Louise pursed her lips. "Since sex is a big part of the group and since we are limited in what we can do in the way of physical injury, most of what we've been doing is either to provide discomfort, deprivation, or sexual abuse."

"And has it been successful?" Marta asked.

"Well, right now, he's certainly tractable," Louise replied. "We think that part of his problem is with some sexual inadequacies he has -- he's been over-compensating. We can't fix the problem, so we're in the process of showing him that the things he's been doing are coming back to haunt him. Abuses he's unloaded on others, for instance -- we've been showing him how it is to BE fucked or abused, rather than being the one delivering the abuse. He knows all of this, anyway -- we figure that taunts and abuse he took as a child caused his little Napoleon act -- so I don't think he's surprised. He knows he really deserves it -- which is a powerful weapon for us."

"Can you be more specific?"

"We can show you if you like. He's had devices fit in his anus and around his penis, for instance, to both provide him discomfort and sexual stimulation. The frustration works on him. He's been directly abused orally and anally," Louise supplied.

"Can you go into detail about these... inadequacies?" Marta asked.

Louise cocked her head and assumed a crooked smile. "Surely, Baby, you're aware that he's not gifted in the cock department..."

Marta blinked. "Excuse me?"

Louise and Candace shared a glance. "He's a good inch short of normal, Honey," Candace said -- her first entry into the conversation. "In fact, given the quality of the local talent around here, he's got the smallest cock I've seen in some time!"

"I... see..." Marta murmured, rocked. Fernando had always seemed so proud of his manhood...

"We figure that, knowing that he's sexually inadequate, he's been taking his revenge on others over it," Louise supplied. "You really didn't know?"

"Fernando is the only man I ever..." Marta said slowly.

Louise nodded. "Then you wouldn't, of course." 'Sheltered Hispanic women...' she thought, shaking her head. "Baby, he's subjugated you physically and other women at least symbolically any time he can. One of the big things we've done is show him he's not much of a man -- that's ongoing -- but it helps any time we can get a woman in on it. We've managed a couple of things, and they've gone well -- but if he knew you were watching him or had seen the things he's been doing, the obvious implication would be that you would have lost respect for him. If he were stronger, he might be moved to do something drastic -- but right now, the fight is all drained from him and it just adds to the load. If you were to actually participate in some manner -- again, it would be dangerous if he had any fight in him, but it would be crushing to him right now."

"Is there a chance he might suicide?"

Louise frowned. "It could happen. I'm not sure how you might feel about such a thing. If it were me in your situation I might welcome it."

"It's a sin," Marta mused, blank-faced.

"So is what he's been doing to you."

Toby stuck his head through the door, suitably masked. "What's going on?" The emotions roiling around in the room had attracted him as soon as he arrived. "Your guest is here," he added to Louise.

"Marta wanted to know more about what we're doing," Candace supplied while Louise nodded. "She's come to realize that she's safer if she works with us."

It was a good deal less certain than that -- Toby could tell. Marta had a serious fear of her husband, reinforced by many years worth of interaction. She needed to see Fernando as others saw him - a poser, a bully, and a coward. She needed to see him grovel; once she did, and realized that he really COULD be tamed, she would be able to overcome her fear -- in fact, she would probably start looking toward revenge! There was something else there, too -- frustration -- and the surprising claim that she may have been deprived... "I think she should see the most recent video," he announced. "I'll set it up..." He was off like a shot.

Louise and Candace shared a surprised glance, then turned to Marta. "Is that okay?" Louise asked.

"For me -- not for my children," Marta replied.

"I've seen it," Hank announced. "I'll take Maddie and Pietro out back. We can hang out on the patio or swim or something."

"Thank you," Marta responded, glancing at Maddie. It was a clear dismissal. Hank led Maddie out.

The group adjourned to the living room. Louise asked Toby where Rico was with her eyes and got pointed downstairs. "Have you got this, Baby?" she asked Candace, who nodded. Damian wandered in from the kitchen and asked "What's goin' on?" Louise collected him and told him he needed to mask himself and Alyssa if he wanted to be in the room for the Vince and Eddie Ray replay; Damian nodded and hustled downstairs to get masks -- he didn't want to miss THAT!

Toby deliberately fast-forwarded the video clip past the initial few moments in which Fernando did what little struggling he managed to accomplish and moved it to the point where he had given up and was sucking Vince and Eddie Ray's cocks. Then he started the video and moved away and settled in -- like everyone else -- to watch its effect on Marta.

The initial response was shock! There, on the screen -- a big screen -- was Fernando, kneeling on the floor with a cock in either hand, sucking! Marta rocked under the impact -- was Fernando actually homosexual? Secondary to that was size -- both of the young males were noticeably bigger than Fernando. The women were right -- Fernando wasn't gifted, apparently. Even though at that moment he was visibly shrunken and limp, Marta knew what he had... Fernando was sucking those cocks like a pro, shifting back and forth between them... The boys called him names, acting like he was a woman, teasing and tormenting and humiliating him while he worked diligently at the degrading act...

Marta glanced around; a young black male had entered the room, followed by a somewhat heavyset black girl. He slipped up behind Marta's remaining nurse and slid a hand beneath her top; instead of erupting in outrage, she sighed and leaned back against him while he fondled a breast. The black girl came up behind him and rubbed herself against him and he slipped a hand into her crotch, tracing the line of her labia -- and his eyes were on Marta. Marta looked away, returning her attention to the video in embarrassment -- as if the video wasn't embarrassing enough!

Louise, still masked, met Rico downstairs. "What's goin' on?" Rico asked.

"Like I told you, Baby, things are wild around here right now," Louise whispered after shushing him. "We've got a guest behind the curtain over there."

"Okay..." Rico shrugged.

"Come here, Baby." Louise dragged Rico toward the playroom couch. "I hope I'm okay..." She took his hand and slid it under her scrub blouse; she'd removed her bra on the way over.

Rico took in a handful of somewhat saggy flesh with a good-sized nub on it. "This is good... What's up?"

"We got into something -- something deep," Louise related. "You might not want to know."

"You said somethin' about me bein' a member," Rico muttered. "Maybe I should hear."

Louise nodded and related the situation in whispers, ending with, "So he's tied up in there, asleep, and his wife is upstairs watching him get used as a fuck toy."

Rico snorted. "Cool!"

"Want to go upstairs and watch the fun?"

"I thought you'd never ask!"

Louise smiled and took Rico by the hand, leading him to their dwindling mask supply. "Best to keep you safe from being recognized, Baby."

"Sure." Rico let Louise fit the mask and lead him to the inside stair -- but on the way, he tugged her hand. Louise nodded and let him lead her over to the curtain and look behind it. There lay Fernando, wasted, snoring quietly. Rico shook his head and let Louise lead him upstairs.

The return of her black nurse was another welcome distraction for Marta - until she started looking around. The woman had brought a muscular Hispanic with her -- and he was delving under her scrub top regularly while she leaned back against him. The black woman came forward, "Can we use a hunk of the couch?" Marta nodded wordlessly and the man seated himself on the couch arm -- and the black woman settled on his lap. Marta heard a quiet moan and turned to look at the trio that included the black boy, the black girl, and her white nurse; both women had their tops off and the black girl was moving her hand over a sizeable bulge in the boy's sweatpants. The boy grinned at Marta and moved the three of them closer. Marta hurriedly turned her head back but they kept coming until Candace's hands were on the back of the couch. Alyssa settled in on Candace's right, which put her very close to Marta -- who moved right, but couldn't go far due to Louise and Rico, who were there on the arm to her right. The only person in the room not in close proximity to Marta was the dark-haired boy with the eyeglasses over his mask; he just stood where he could watch it all, smiling.

There was sex on the screen and sex in the room -- not yet a total orgy, but the clouds hung heavy in the air. Marta tried to concentrate on the video, but THAT didn't help -- Fernando was sucking avidly while one of the boys played with his nipple as though he were a woman. The room was saturated with sex -- more sex by several orders of magnitude than Marta had ever been exposed to -- and Fernando muttering that he liked having his nipples played with on video was icing on the cake of breast displays to Marta's left and right. Marta masturbated regularly -- Fernando almost never brought her to orgasm by any means -- and the urge to slide her fingers under the robe and the waistband of her panties to rub the swollen lips of her sex was unbearable!

There was a gasping moan to her left; Marta tore her eyes away from the screen. The black boy stood between his two women, a pointed cones of the white nurse's breasts on his left side and the fat round globes of the black girl's on his right. Both women were half-turned toward him, leaning on one arm. The sweatpants were gone, revealing an impressive length of hard, black cock; Marta had never seen anything so huge in person, although it appeared that the boys downstairs were as large. The musk from him was intoxicating. The girl was stroking his shaft, masturbating him, while the white woman massaged his heavy balls. The boy's hands were not in sight, but there were soft, wet sounds coming from where both women's privates were located...

To her right, the black nurse panted something in her partner's ear; what it must have been was pretty clear from their actions, since she stood and whipped her top over her head and bent to step out of her scrub bottoms while he hopped up and thrashed his way out of his jeans. A moment later, he settled back down on the couch arm and the woman backed up to him, her legs spread; Marta, paralyzed and fascinated, watched as the woman reached between her legs to open droopy labia and settled onto the man's cock!

Marta couldn't move -- she couldn't breathe! Everything had gotten out of hand! She shifted her attention back to the screen with a tremendous effort -- only to watch her husband swallow semen from one of the boys to taunts about it being his dinner and admonishments to do a good job! She started to shake...

Hands descended upon her shoulders -- hands that brought calm without reducing her arousal. The dark-haired boy leaned over the back of the couch next to her and breathed, "Relax and enjoy it. Do what you need to do -- no one will say anything." The hands rubbed her shoulders for a moment, then slid slowly down her chest -- and Marta let it happen -- she needed it too badly not to! When they settled on her aching breasts, all she could do was whimper. "Watch the video," the voice directed, and Marta turned to it avidly, no longer distracted by the sex around her -- and unaware that she was being manipulated. Lips brushed her neck and breathed hotly in her ear in a way that Fernando never had -- even when they were courting -- and she melted. One of the roaming hands left her left breast and slid down her front, into the now gaping opening of her robe, and under her high-waisted panties -- and Marta held her breath waiting for the fingers to slide over her furry mons and find the pleasure-giving bump at the top of her womanhood while she watched one of the muscle-bound boys move his fingers in and out of her husband's rectum. When the fingers got there, they were better than she ever imagined -- knowing, certain, sure in their movements and unerring in their efforts to bring her pleasure. Two dove into the depths of her womanhood while the thumb rubbed her pleasure bump. Her broken ribs and nose hurt from panting, but she couldn't stop -- and somehow the pain just added itself to the pleasure. In mere moments, she lost control, wailing and throwing her head back, arching against the couch while the pleasure inundated her again and again until she thought she MUST pass out -- but the fingers backed off and allowed her to retain her consciousness, if not her sanity.

She never totally came down; the waves carried her back out on the sea of pleasure without ever approaching the shore -- and the next tsunami engulfed her as the boy working on Fernando's ass slid his cock into her husband. It was like he was fucking her -- and doing SO much better than Fernando ever had! She watched, entranced, as her husband began responding to the cock inside him in ways that indicated that he was obtaining pleasure from it. Then the other boy slid his lips over Fernando's manhood and he screamed out an orgasm, causing the other boy to cum in his ass! Marta rode with them to her third peak and fell back, exhausted -- but still rapt in the video.

Toby hadn't really intended to seduce Marta and start an orgy -- but if anyone ever needed seduction, it was Marta! She was overdue for some joy -- years overdue -- and Toby just couldn't resist. Manipulating Rico or Damian wasn't necessary -- all he had to do was put a lid on the women's inhibitions, and the party was on! Marta's repression made her ravenously needy and hungry -- Toby was afraid she would injure herself during orgasm they were so strong! Now that she was exhausted, he undressed and circled the couch to sit beside her.

Easing up on her compulsion, he allowed her to notice his erection -- and got a gasp of astonishment from her when she detected it. Marta eyed the thing in wonder -- it was nearly TWICE the size of Fernando's! Guilty thoughts about how wonderful it would feel inside her invaded her brain, making it difficult to think -- and she HAD to touch it! "May I?" she asked, eyeing it in wonder.

"Sure."

It was hot and hard and pulsing a bit -- alive! She slid her hands up and down the shaft, feeling it -- enjoying the never before imagined size of it.

Toby didn't want her to miss anything, so he prompted her to shift her attention back to the video while jacking him.

Marta watched the boy who had sucked her husband off move his mouth to Fernando's -- and she knew instinctively what he did with the contents. It was hot -- hotter than anything she'd ever done with Fernando! She couldn't imagine feeding him his own seed -- yet there he was, swallowing it! Then the boys swapped places and the boy who had sucked Fernando got his reward for it, taking his pleasure from her husband's ass while Fernando masturbated and sucked the other boy's cock. Marta would never have believed that Fernando would do any of these things -- but there he was... She watched Fernando go to his hands and knees while the first boy to fuck him again went at his ass, this time from behind, while the other boy slid under him and played with Fernando's manhood and Fernando delivered another blowjob.

The scene ended with Fernando stretched out on a mat on the floor, handcuffed to some wooden thing -- and Marta came slowly out of her daze. She was masturbating a boy -- just a boy -- but a boy with a huge cock! Apparently, the nurses were not kidding when they talked about the needs of young boys... Still, this was a sin, wasn't it? Yes, it was certainly a sin... So why didn't she stop? Maybe the priest would forgive her... Oral sex, though -- THAT would be a sin. Of course, Fernando had just committed that sin how many times? Three? Four? Not to mention the sodomy! After what he'd done...

Marta, of course, had seen no indication of coercion at any point. Now, even if everyone swore that Fernando had been coerced, a part of her was not going to be able to believe it. Everything Fernando did from the moment the video started appeared to be purely voluntary -- and that made him an adulterer -- with MEN!

Everyone in the room seemed to be having sex but Marta and the dark-haired boy -- and she had been gifted with several orgasms from the dark-haired boy's fingers. Surely, she owed him... Looking around, she saw that the black nurse was now bent over the couch arm. You couldn't miss the fact that she was enjoying herself -- she tended to talk about it! The black boy had both the white nurse and the young black girl bent over and he was taking turns fucking them and occasionally giving the one he was fucking a swat on the ass. He looked up at Marta and grinned, then nodded at the dark-haired boy's cock with his head. Marta stopped worrying about the consequences and rolled her lips over the pulsing purplish head.

Sucking Fernando's manhood -- such as it was -- didn't adequately prepare Marta for the monster in her mouth -- but she DID know the basics and took joy in applying them. She shifted to the floor, going to her knees, and for a while her world was defined by his shaft and his puff of pubic hair and his dangling balls in her hand and the sounds of the others in the room having wet, sloppy, urgent sex. The black nurse called her lover 'Baby' and the white one kept saying things like, "Fuck Mama HARD!" and calling the black boy 'Honey'; the young black girl merely grunted urgently -- but you knew it when she had an orgasm -- Marta heard it twice before the mighty rod between her lips stiffened to steely hardness and pulsed out jets of seed.

Habit made Marta swallow -- then she found herself wondering if THAT was a sin; no doubt it was, but she was beyond caring. At some point, the black nurse and her lover had finished and collapsed onto the couch; the black boy, probably because he was moving back and forth, wasn't done when Marta staggered up and sat down on the couch arm. "I have sinned," she muttered without any emotion.

"God will forgive you, Baby," Louise panted. "You're way behind the front-runner." She pointed at the TV.

"Yes," Marta agreed listlessly. If this was sin, she was lost -- she was going to do it again -- and worse.

"Let me take you back to bed," Toby offered. Marta accepted the help gratefully; she'd used a LOT more energy than she had available! Toby got her back to bed and out of her robe and made to leave -- but Marta patted the bed. "Stay with me -- please?" Toby knew why, and knew it had nothing to do with weakness -- Marta wanted a man to snuggle up to, and he had it all over her husband.

"All right." Still nude, he climbed up onto the bed.

That wasn't good enough; Marta wanted him under the covers -- and said so, adding "Please?"

"I've been in trouble with older women already," Toby told her. "I'm not going to let you get ideas about a relationship."

"I know," Marta murmured, "but..."

"Take off your nightgown -- I'm going to want to play with your breasts," he told her. Marta sat up and threw the gown off over her head. She had nice breasts -- a little heavy, brown-tipped, pendulous -- something to hold in your hand and rub and squeeze gently. Toby palmed one, hefting it and Marta looked away embarrassed -- but he knew she was pleased.

"I have to rest," she said quietly.

"Can you lie on your side?" Toby asked.

"Yes." Marta composed herself on her left side. Toby spooned up behind her, putting his cock in the crack of her ass and putting a hand across under her ribs, avoiding the bandages, to collect her left breast; being a little bit short helped him avoid the ribs. "How's this?"

"Fine." It was perfect; she drifted off to sleep in under three minutes. Toby thought about leaving, but her torpor was infectious and he drifted off, himself.