I was busy in the cellar of the new house going through those old photos Gary had taken of the sessions with Sally. I had stored them down there in one of the many empty spaces in the cavernous cellar. This time, though, as I went through them I wasn't looking at Sally. I was looking at the faces of the men and women who had been with her. They hadn't been important to me before but now, if I was right, they were part of a group of professionals who had stuck together, all there at the beginning. I believed that at least the core group of them had known or known of each other in their former lives in espionage and they would tend to stick together now.
These people would have been the 'true believers, ' the fanatics who wouldn't care how they hurt America, as long as they hurt her. Their politicians had long ago realized the error of their system and moved on. The tool they created with those fucking policies, these trained agents, remained to fight blindly on. It was all they knew and all they believed in, now that their own system had collapsed.
I was down in the files because there was this niggling suspicion that I had seen one of the men before. It wasn't a strong feeling but it drove me into the basement to these archives. It still sickened me to look at the way Sally had been used.
I figured, with the time lag and all, that Sally had been one of the early experiments for this group of kidnappers and murderers. That was why Gary took his time with her, seducing her into bondage slowly over a period of months. They were feeling their way, how much they could get away with, how far they could push her. They may not have even had the conscious thought of doing anything organized as yet. That would explain them allowing the photographs of themselves.
My theory was that the photos of themselves had been a careless mistake, which meant they probably hadn't started routinely killing the women and girls yet. This was just a lark, humiliating the rich American women, abusing them and making them beg for it. The killing would come later. You don't take incriminating pictures of yourself having bondage sex with someone who you intended to murder or snuff.
The photos they took were also thorough. I could attach a face to everybody or part of a body in the photos. Even the photographer took a self-portrait in the mirror. I was surprised. It was a woman. I spent a long time looking at that hard-edged face. I suppose you could have called her pretty once but I was repulsed by the hollowness of her eyes. Unless I missed my guess, she was the brains behind this. A heartless bitch. I studied her carefully. I wanted to make sure I would know her if I ever saw her.
It was probably the photos that started it. They discovered how easily they could sell them and make money. From there they just took the path of least resistance, filling the sordid demands for more and more graphic and violent pictures. I hoped it was an accident, the one death that started it all. With this group, though, I didn't think so. It had gotten to that point too quickly.
I was working intently on the files, so I didn't hear Janey and Simone come into the room next door. Sally and Nicole had discovered the access to the dungeon from our bedroom. They had taken the next step and had converted an even larger part of the basement into a 'dungeon' that could hold all of our equipment. They didn't want everyone traipsing through our bedroom to get here, so they provided access to the dungeon from the other parts of the basement as well.
With two to four 'slaves' to deal with at any one time, we needed multiples of most of the specialty devices and, even with the huge space they had created, it felt crowded at times. Most of the bigger pieces were on rollers and were stored in another part of the room. The girls had rolled a couple of pieces into the dungeon and were setting up for a session before I heard them talking.
"Gosh, Simmie, it's great that you agreed to help me. I really need the practice," Janey said. That was the first I heard them speaking.
"Uh, yeah, OK. Just remember you agreed to, uh, you know..."
Janey giggled. "Yeah, I remember. Where did you get that huge thing anyway?"
I moved to stand in the doorway between the two rooms. Janey was facing me and grinned as she saw me. Simone had her back turned to me and wouldn't have seen me anyway. Janey had just finished putting a blindfold over her eyes. Simone was fidgeting, shifting nervously from foot to foot. Not wanting to spy on their session, I reached out to Simone with my link, and asked her if it was alright for me to stay and watch. I saw her relax and could feel her approval, even without her sending back a positive 'Yes' over the link. She also asked me not to let Janey know that she knew I was there. This could be interesting.
Simone answered Janey's question. "It's one of Aunt Marion's toys. She has me use it on her sometimes."
"You sure it will fit? It's awfully big"
"It will fit."
"Are you sure? How can you know? I'd think it would tear you in two!"
"It's the same size as JT's, if you must know."
"God! Really? Oh! So, that means you two are, are, doing it?"
Simone actually blushed. "Yeah. For a while now. But he's been at that advanced placement summer school at the university for a couple of weeks and, well, I miss him and his, umm, thing. I almost suspect that Papa arranged for him to 'win' that scholarship."
Damn, that kid was smart. I had used two dummy corporations to set up that scholarship for JT. And she still figured it out.
"You think Dad's trying to keep you two apart?"
"Oh, no! I know Papa likes him. Very much so. Remember, I was supposed to go to that course, too, before JT even knew about the award. Then I couldn't go because of the stuff with Gertie. It's a great opportunity for JT even if I have to go without being fucked by him for a while."
"My, my, JT seems to have progressed a lot in that department." As Janey and Simone talked, Janey had been preparing Simone. After slipping off her robe, leaving her nude and blindfolded, she had tied her wrists and ankles to a large upright stand. Simone was secured in an 'X' shape with all of her considerable charms exposed. Janey had made sure I had a total view of all of Simone's lovely features. Like I said, they were considerable.
"Yes, he has done quite well for a virgin. I will have to ask Papa for another case of condoms soon."
"Another case? Geez, you're only supposed to use one at a time, Simmie. Besides, you're on the pill aren't you?"
"I know to use just one. Don't be silly. JT is so concerned about me not getting pregnant that he insists on using one. He is so cute that way, taking the responsibility for protection that I haven't had the heart to tell him I am on the pill. Besides, he is so anxious to please me, he does it five or six times."
"A day?"
"In a row! It is wonderful, Janey. I had no idea. But surely, you and Papa have done it that often, no? He is so virile and strong."
Simone knew Janey and I had never had sex, so I wondered what was going on. Uncharacteristically, Janey didn't pick up on her teasing.
Janey got very still for a minute, then, looking directly up at me, answered Simone in a very serious tone. "Dad and I have never done it, Simmie." She hurried to explain. "I know, I know. We tease each other a lot, and he could if he wanted to. At least, I think he could. I'm not so sure now.
"I know Mom told you and Nicki about our agreement that he could, well, have sex with me. But he never has. For a while I thought he didn't like me, or that he was afraid that Mom would get mad or something. But I realized later that the purpose of the whole agreement was for me to get over what that boy did to me and for me to want to have sex and to like it.
"Dad is really smart. He teased me into liking myself again. God, he was awful. He made me play with myself in front of him and Mom once. It was so embarrassing but I could tell he was turned on watching me and that made me feel, well, special, kind of. In a weird sort of way. He treated me just the same as Mom, most of the times when we did family things or bondage stuff, only he didn't make love to me. He has licked me and touched me all over and he drove me up the wall with those crazy toys from the Rosen Clinic.
"If his objective was to make me want to have sex, he succeeded." Janey smiled over at me when she said this. "In fact, more than he knows. But, well, to answer your question, so far I can only imagine what it will be like to be with a man. Some day and with the right man. But I'm happy for you and JT."
She stopped her seriousness, in part because Simone was grinning. "So, how did you get JT to finally do it? He was so shy and all." I guess she was going to try and turn the tables on her.
Now it was Simone's turn to be silent for a moment. "I think Papa had a lot to do with that, too. As much as I tried, I couldn't get JT to look at me hardly. I knew he liked me, he kept coming over and was always hanging around me. But he would get all embarrassed and flustered then run away somewhere. Then he came up to the house and talked to Papa one afternoon while I was gone. You remember they told us about the basketball game with Mama and Sally?"
"Yeah, that was funny. I think your Mom kind of liked teaching him."
"I was kind of upset with Mama for that. JT said he thought she was going to rape him or something, then realized she was just playing. But she did get him started, so I guess I forgive her. The first time he grabbed my boobies in a basketball game I think I had an orgasm. I couldn't do anything but stand there and quiver. He was so worried he had hurt me or done something wrong. He had tried to be so smooth.
"I let him help me over to the side of the court. Oh, Janey, I was shameless. I leaned into him, then held on to him, rubbing my chest all over his. He could have had me then and there, I was so horny. I could feel his hardness against my tummy and it made me all tingly. I moved my leg between his and pressed it up against his cock. Then I moved it back and forth.
"He groaned and then pulled away, ashamed because he had spurt his stuff in his pants. I wouldn't let him go. I was so amazed when he didn't get soft."
"So what happened? How did you get him to screw you?"
"It took much planning on my part. It was fun, too. I didn't let Mama near him again, because I wanted to teach him. I wanted to learn, too. Don't misunderstand, Mama didn't mean to interfere, I just wanted to do it myself."
"And... ?" Janey said, impatiently.
"Well, we played a lot of basketball. He got better at touching me. He got very good, in fact. He seemed to like my butt. I don't know why. Anyway, I spent a lot of time backing into him with it, feeling his hard cock pressing up between us. Then there was the kissing and he could hold both my ass cheeks in his big hands. I thought he would rub them raw some days.
"Then one day I let my hand touch his cock. It was so cute. He froze stiff, with his tongue in my mouth and his hands on my butt. He gave a little groan and then tried to suck my tonsils out. God, it was exciting. I wanted to taste it, him, so I slipped my finger into his shorts and found the gooey wet stuff. When I put my finger in my mouth, he ran away. I was afraid I had done something to offend him. He said later that he had been so upset because he wanted to put his cock where my finger was. I asked him if he still wanted to. He cried when I licked him. I like how he tasted. He even kissed me after. I was surprised, but very pleased.
"Next, I let him take off my shirt. He liked it when I wore a bra, so he could take that off, too. Tittie fucking was the next step. He got so excited when he would come in my mouth that way that he would squeeze my boobies really hard. They would be sore for days. It was wonderful. I could just roll over in bed and remember his big hands on them.
"Once, when he saw the marks he had made with his fingers, he was so sorry. He kissed them to make them feel better. Boy, did that work! With only a little encouragement from me, he was soon finding his way down to my slit. That took a lot of practice, to get him to do it right. I even shaved off the hairs to tease him. It drove him wild when he saw me bare like a little girl. Papa is right, it is better that way, with the woman shaved.
"Anyway, from there we went to the sixty-nine position. JT could eat me for hours and stay hard the whole time. It was amazing but I still wanted him to fuck me. He wouldn't until he had protection. He couldn't ask his Mom, so I asked Papa. We've been doing it ever since, almost every day and it is wonderful. He is a good lover. But I don't want to marry him."
I think she said that last part for my benefit. She had just described the total debauchery of a young innocent lad, then basically said it was a science project. I wondered how JT felt about her. Janie must have been thinking along the same lines.
"How does JT feel about you?"
"We have discussed this. He likes the sex but he knows that this is not love. We are very good friends, sex is something we both like. But he is not the man for me. And I am not the woman for him. I am too strong and he is strong, too, like Papa. He needs someone like Mama. I will talk to Papa. Maybe he will let JT come to stay with us for a while, to learn from him. And his Mom, too. She's hot! Do you think Papa would like JT's Mom?"
"God, Simmie, don't you think he's got enough with our two Moms? And, yeah, she is hot. I saw her when she came to pick JT up once and she was just wearing shorts and a t-shirt. I hadn't realized how built she was. Good luck talking Mom and Nicole into sharing him with another woman. But I think you're right. JT could learn from Dad. Maybe it would get Dad out of his mood. Have you noticed how serious he has been lately?"
She was still looking at me while she worked on Simone. I hadn't meant to let this secret agent stuff affect them at home, but it obviously had. I know it affected me. Killing people, even bad people who deserve it, is nasty business. I don't know about other people but I died a little with each one. And looking at the pictures, I was looking at a task that would mean a lot more killing. I was astounded at the number of different partners who had had Sally during her time with Gary. Some of them may have been clients. But most of the men and women had had that hard-edged look I knew so well. Jaded, aloof, as if they were dead inside emotionally. There were close to 50 different faces and those were only the ones in the pictures. How many others were there who hadn't been with Sally during the startup?
Simone got really quiet. She was uneasy about the question and Janey knew she knew something.
"Come on, Simmie. What do you know?"
"I- I- can't say. Just that Papa is working again." She paused, "I don't think he likes what he is going to do."
"Huh? What do you mean? He has always worked. For that financial thingy. Building shopping centers like The Guild and stuff. And if he doesn't like it, why does he do it?"
"It's called a Real Estate Venture Capital Investment Corporation, not a 'thingy.' Geez, Janey. Anyway, he's not doing that anymore right now. He's working for the government again, with Gertie. And I, well, I can't say anymore."
"Come on, Sim. Give. Pleeeeese," Janey begged. But no matter how much she wheedled - and she was good - Simone wouldn't say anymore.
"Tell me what you and Bala have been doing, Janey. You have been over there a lot, lately." Simone was trying to change the subject. I thought that was a good idea.
"I don't know that I should, since you're keeping secrets from me," she giggled. "But what the heck. I guess I can be the bigger person."
"You are the bigger person - OUCH!" Simone yelped as Janey smacked her on the bare bottom with her hand for her smart remark. "OK, OK, I'm sorry!"
They laughed together, their differences put aside. While they had been talking, Janey had been working on Simone, wrapping what looked to be fishing line all over her body, from her head to toes. The line wasn't too tight so as to cut off circulation, but it still looked like Simone was wearing a quilted skin made of small patches of triangles and squares.
Janey told Simone what she had been learning from Bala. "I like to help Bala prepare for her special times with Amud. They are so in love. I was brushing her hair one night and watched as she carefully took each hair from her brush and put it in a special drawer. There wasn't very much in there. I asked her what it was for, keeping her hair like that. I thought it was religious or something.
"Bala told me that the hair was every woman's dream. She seemed quite surprised I didn't know about it, then realized again that I hadn't grown up in her culture. She seemed shy about telling me, but finally did.
"The hair is saved for a special occasion. So special that most women never get to have one. While this is not reserved for the royalty, it is an event called the 'Queen's Tears.' When the drawer is full of the woman's hair, a servant comes in and weaves the hair into long thin strands. Then, on that special night, the strands of hair are wrapped around the woman kind of like I have done to you with Dad's fishing line."
Janey glanced over at me and shrugged in a belated apology. I wondered where she had gotten the fishing line. I didn't think she even knew what a sporting goods store was.
"Then," as she finished an intricate weave on Simone's breasts that kept me staring and aroused, "another woman, one with a special title, uses a light whip and teases the bound woman to unimaginable heights of ecstasy, according to Bala." Janey sounded disbelieving and wistful at the same time.
Janey picked up a light crop and swished it a couple of times. "I need the practice. I have used the whip on Bala a couple of times and, although she says she enjoyed it, I could tell I didn't please her. It wasn't quite right. I just can't seem to sense what or where the next step is." She stepped up to the spread-eagled girl. "I hope you can help me, Simone. I want to give Bala a special gift for her birthday next week."
"As long as I get fucked," Simone replied. Her crude language told me that she was already being affected by the entire process. Her level of arousal was high and climbing.
I stopped short suddenly as I recognized a familiar pattern. Only he had used chicken wire and it was so tight I was afraid the patches of raised skin on my arms would burst. It was in one of those middle African countries, one of those 'Dictator of the Month' countries. The government had switched in the middle of an operation and so had the guy I was working with. All of a sudden this bastard pulls out a cannon and points it at my head, apologizing to be while explaining that he had switched sides. We had been having lunch and discussing the next phase of the operation. Apparently, the coupe had taken place at 12:30. So, one minute we were having chicken salad, the next I was in the chicken coop, with my arms fastened to the arms of a chair with chicken wire.
I don't know what he was trying to prove, other than to look good for his new bosses and proving to them he was really on their side but to be honest I didn't care and didn't want to stick around to find out what his particular reasons were. All I cared about what that he had forgotten to tie my feet. He died.
But the experience of that never left me. I had just never found a good excuse to use it on anyone else. What I knew was that each of those puffy patches of skin on Simone was now in a highly sensitive state. What I had experienced was extreme pain, the constrictions pulled so tightly that it nearly cut off all blood flow. Tied less tightly, as the fishing line was, the blood was allowed to flow into each patch, but less able to flow out. This accentuated the puffiness of the patches and was particularly notable on the soft tissues of her breasts. Simone's nipples were rock hard and very large.
I knew immediately that Janey faced two problems by practicing on Simone. One was Simone herself. I knew Simone was stronger on the link than Janey. Almost as strong as myself, in many ways. I sensed that Simone was actually guiding Janey with her own link, having her use the crop on her for her own immediate gratification. I didn't think that was the purpose of this particular exercise. But what finally helped me decide to step in was Simone's attitude. It wasn't that she was making fun of Janey or anything, it's that she wasn't being submissive to her. For someone tied up and blindfolded, she was quite demanding.
The other problem that Janey faced was with herself. She just couldn't see the 'lights' that she needed to see so she could do it correctly. I could see them. God, Simone was practically glowing. I could tell Simone was directing her to push enough of the lights together so she could cum. I had recently discovered that by stirring up the lights, keeping them moving and apart was extremely arousing for the woman. Whipping too hard extinguished a light. The object was to keep things stirred up.
Janey was having a hard time of it. I stepped up behind her quietly and focused on her link. That was when I sensed Simone was really playing with her. I stopped that by putting a shield around Janey. Simone knew I had blocked her and suddenly she wasn't so demanding. I think she was a little scared, too. Good.
I 'asked' Janey over the link if I could help her and she indicated I could. I hadn't tried this before or anything like it but I let myself slip into Janey. I wanted to 'see' through her eyes and maybe show her what to look for.
I was totally unprepared for the cacophony of sexuality I encountered in her mind. It was no wonder she couldn't focus with all this arousal. Everything she touched, felt, saw, tasted or smelled was associated in some way with sex. Or with her sexual nature. Sally had understated it when she said that she and Janey were sexual beings. I couldn't imagine being so constantly bombarded. It was amazing she could get anything done other that masturbation.
I felt her recoil in fear. I thought I had gone too far but she assured me she was alright. What I had not realized was that I would not be the only one experiencing this sharing. She was amazed at the silence of my mind, where I was. Everything she looked for was there, it was just deadened or repressed. That was her word for it. I preferred to think of it as keeping things under control.
I opened her eyes to the lights dancing around Simone. At first she didn't understand what they were for, as they were always there. She had seen them before, but then, she had always seen them. Sort of. Like air, I guess. It's always there and you just take it for granted. So even though she saw them, she never really saw them.
Now she did. I showed her how to move them around. I showed her how to keep them all together, but not touching. The lights seemed to grow, to feed on each other. Janey learned quickly and soon I was able to pull back out of her mind. I watched her deftly and surely put Simone in a state of mind that had her babbling incoherent sounds and grunts.
The Queen's Tears required that the woman be one stoke shy of unconsciousness and without orgasm. Then the King would enter the room and enter the Queen. The legend had it that the effect on the Queen would last for years, leaving her a submissive and willing wife for the King. Given that many of the Queens had been surgically altered to prevent their arousal, this long lasting effect was commonly attributed to be a myth.
After watching Simone, I wasn't sure. I left before Janey used the strap-on artificial JT on her.