I wandered upstairs, leaving the two teens in the dungeon. I needed to find Sally or Nicole or both. Watching the two girls had been extremely arousing and I needed relief.
I was attacked in the kitchen. Both women had been experiencing Simone's arousal with her through their links. Both were very aroused and very frustrated. Simone had still not cum and thus these two were in almost as aroused a state as the poor girl in the dungeon.
It was brutal but satisfying for all of us. I took Sally first, nailing her against the kitchen wall. Nicole was pressed up tight behind me, touching both of us, urging both of us to finish together. And quickly. I let Sally almost get to her climax, then I pulled out of her. Her cry of anguish almost made me rethink and let her finish but her co-wife deserved a little of this, too.
I took Nicole bent over the kitchen table. Again, I wasn't gentle and she didn't complain. Sweat was pouring off of both of us by this time, adding to the slippery sliding of our bodies. Nicole would grunt each time I pounded into her. I briefly wondered where Sally was and saw her collapsed in a puddle on the floor. She looked as if she had just slid down the wall when I wasn't supporting her on my prick anymore. Her eyes were open and she watched in amazement as I pounded into Nicole.
Just as Nicole's grunts began to turn into a continuous howl of cumming, I pulled out of her. It was a different kind of howl now and at a very basic and primitive level, it pleased me.
I took them both to our bedroom and tied them side by side on the bed, their hands over their heads, their legs spread. I then proceeded to fuck first one, then the other, always to the point of climax, but not beyond. Somehow I knew that neither of them should finish before Simone did. They knew, too, deep down, but that didn't make it any easier for them.
When Janey finally let Simone climax, I thought the house would come down. I was between fucks, letting one of them cool down to the point where I could fuck into her again when both of them went rigid. I quickly released them and they sandwiched me between them as they came, holding me and each other tightly. I thought it would be over in a while, but it wasn't. Simone kept cumming and cumming in the dungeon, pushing Janey, Nicole and Sally over as well. Janey had discovered the beneficial effect of being on the other end of the strap-on and was fucking the living shit out of Simone, as Simone described it later. In hushed and reverent tones.
As the tsunami subsided and the aftershocks faded away, Sally looked at me and said simply, "We want that, too." I felt Nicole's head nodding her eager assent on my shoulder. I was unsure if Janey would do Sally, but I felt sure I could convince her to do Nicole. If Simone watched, and Janey helped, I figured that I could have Simone do Sally.
Simone and Janey slipped upstairs to their bedroom a little time later, with Janey supporting and almost carrying the drained teenager. However, Simone couldn't have been all that tired as we soon felt Janey thrashing over the link as Simone repeatedly expressed her appreciation for giving her the experience of the Queen's Tears. With all that noise coming over the link, Sally and Nicole decided it would be a good idea just to stay in bed for the rest of the day.
I didn't object.
We had played so hard the day before and most of the night that I was surprised to wake up alone the next morning. My two minxes had been so aggressive sexually that I had to finally restrain them with the ropes before we could get some sleep. They had released themselves sometime before I woke up and were now nowhere to be found.
I found the four of them in the kitchen. After the events of the day before, I didn't expect to see such long faces. Simone was nervous, but was still subservient to Janey. She was kneeling by her chair and would continually look up to see if there was anything she needed or wanted.
Nicole was scared. Whatever it was, she was frightened. Sally was shaken as well, but had a better grip on her emotions. Janey was the only one who was calm and quiet. But something was wrong.
I looked at Janey and suddenly, I knew. "Janey,..." I began.
"We're FAMILY, Dad. You shouldn't make decisions like that without talking to us about it."
Wait a minute! How did this get to be my fault?
"Janey, you shouldn't have told them. I didn't exactly 'tell' you, did I?"
"That doesn't make any difference. What were you going to do? Give us all a kiss good-bye and go off and get yourself killed?"
This was worse than I thought. "I am going to try very hard not to get killed. Shit, Janey, how much did you tell them?"
"Almost everything, Papa," chimed in Simone.
Three sets of eyes wheeled on the girl. "What! There's more?" cried Nicole.
"She didn't tell them why you're going to do this," Simone said quietly, her head down.
I saw a tear escape from the corner of her eye and slip sadly down her cheek. My heart ached for her, accepting the blame for my actions. But she was wrong. Yes, I was doing it for her. And Miki. And Sally and Janey and Nicole. And the 33 other lost souls that were buried in Gary's basement along with Miki. And the countless others who had not yet been discovered. And so on. And so on.
We were all crying when I was done. Janey hadn't realized my doing this was not up for debate or discussion. I think she was sufficiently chastised by the time we were done. I had not tried to hide this from them. I was trying to protect them and they all understood a little of the weight I had been shouldering for the past several weeks.
I think what made Janey realize her mistake was when Sally quietly asked her if she felt better knowing or if she had felt better yesterday, before she had known. Sally's question implied that, whether or not she knew what was going on, I was going to do it. It was a lesson in growing up she needed to learn. Sometimes it isn't good to know everything. Just trust the one you love to do the right thing.
Then Sally got down to business and took charge. I was charged with getting Nicole and Simone proficient in handguns, as I had done with the two of them after the gun accident earlier. I thought Nicole was going to protest but she went along with the training. She was a pretty good shot and preferred the heavier pieces. When I commented she might be more comfortable with a lighter gun, she retorted that if she had to use it, she didn't want to be comfortable. She wanted the bastard to be dead.
Simone shied away from the guns. Sure, she went through the training and was a decent shot, but her heart wasn't in it. Then she saw a rifle I had down in the basement firing range. It was an old 30.06 with a hell of kick. Simone fell in love with the idea of not letting the bastards get close. I set her up with a smaller .228 caliber rifle that used military rounds with a long barrel and scoped it with one of the specialty scopes from the agency. It used an infra-red laser that was invisible to the naked eye but that could be seen though the scope. It worked in any light, and, in case the batteries went dead, it was also a decent scope by itself.
Simone was a dead shot with her rifle. There wasn't a spot on the grounds she couldn't hit from at least one window in the house. Gertie got her a silencer from somewhere when she found out from Simone what was going on. I thought it a strange gift for a young girl and told her so. I was politely told to mind my own business.
Sally had a discrete early warning system installed on the grounds. I didn't even want to know where she got the high tech and classified stuff that was being installed at an alarming rate in and around the house. I do know it made me feel better that they felt better about doing something.
Somewhere in all of this chaos, Janey, Simone and Nicole disappeared into the dungeon for Janey to practice the Queen's Tears one more time. I had anticipated that Janey would use a strap-on as she had with Simone, so I was a bit unprepared when the two teens carried a nearly catatonic Nicole up to my office and deposited her on the desk. Then they turned and left, to take care of their own selfish needs, no doubt.
I could see from the swirling of the lights that Nicole was about to explode. Janey had learned well. In fact, I had never seen Nicole in this state before. In truth, I had never seen any woman in this state. The lights just swirled and swirled around. There was a little ebb and flow but I knew that they wouldn't diminish. If nothing was done, Nicole would slowly, but surely, go crazy. Her mind was totally focused on her satisfaction and would remain there. If satisfaction was withheld, she would go fucking nuts, to use a highly technical term.
I stood looking at the quivering woman silently. Sally slipped in quietly dressed in her coat and carrying her purse.
"I'm taking the girls away for the weekend, Larry," was all she said. I nodded agreement, not realizing until later that it was only Tuesday.
Believe me, we needed the time. Nicole needed a lot of satisfaction.
Something happened in our relationship after that. Nicole had been submissive before and was, as far as I could tell, in love with me. Just as I was in love with her. But now, after that experience, she became wholly devoted to me. It is a subtle difference, I know but she was now absolutely unquestioning when I asked her for something or to do something. There was an anxious willingness to her attitude that hadn't been there before.
Nicole and Simone took Sally down shortly after they returned, the same night Janey went over to Amud and Bala's. Again, they left me to deal with a highly charged woman. The two of them went back to their apartment for the week, cleaning it out for sale. Nicole didn't need or want to keep it anymore.
Sally turned out to be needier than Nicole had been. And more demanding. I sort of liked the sexual aggression she began to exhibit. Not that she was dominating, just very demanding. We spent most of our long weekend in the dungeon using some of the equipment I had shied away from. Nothing was too severe for her now, it seemed. The tighter the bondage, the stiffer the whip, the tighter the clamps the more she begged for more. And more.
Sally was a mass of bruises and welts by the time the other three returned. I had used the most judicious use of force I could but Sally had craved no limits. Nothing was broken but I was seriously shaken by her tolerance of what I had done to her. I was dreading the reunion as my brutality would be evident to them.
Nicole embraced Sally tightly in the doorway, causing I can only imagine how much pain to the injured Sally. They clung to each other silently, then Nicole came over to me and knelt at my feet. Sally quietly joined her, the two of them holding each other's hands as they knelt there. No words were spoken, but they were telling me by their actions that there were no recriminations. They were mine, totally. Absolutely. No questions.
It was scary.
What was even scarier was Amud and Bala's next visit. It was obvious they were shaken by the experience Janey had given Bala, but I had not realized how much I had given Janey when I 'helped' her out.
Bala stayed on her knees, her head to the floor the entire visit. While she had a very nice ass that I had always enjoyed looking at, I did miss her face. OK, just a little. But it was unusual for her to be so quiet. She never left Amud's side, leaving him to do all the explaining.
"Janey has been given a very special gift," he began. "She told us how you 'opened her eyes' to the lights but even then, she would have had to have the ability within her to begin with. We do not wish to diminish your part of this great gift but my loving Bala is insistent on bestowing the title of 'Yama' on the young girl."
He looked questioningly down at his bowing wife. "Never before has one so young received this title. These women, most treasured and so few, have always been older, much older by decades. So it has been since the beginnings of our people. But there can be no question. Yama Janey has the gift of the Queen's Tears."
He looked at me seriously. "You must realize what this means to my people. There has not been a Yama in many generations. Women have collected their hair for centuries, lately in the faint hope a Yama would appear. There will be great rejoicing in my country and in the neighboring kingdoms."
"Do you expect Janey to go over there?" I asked him.
"It is beyond hope that such a thing would happen. My beloved and myself cannot ourselves return to our own country, so how will Janey go? But it will bring hope to women who have never given up hoping. A Yama exists. That is all they need to know. Most of them could never afford the ceremony anyway. But now, it is possible."
"The ceremony is expensive?" I asked stupidly.
Amud looked at me like a slow child, then down at Bala. "Yama Janey has given me a gift more precious than my life. What price could I refuse her? Whatever I have is hers." Thinking on my own experience with Sally and Nicole, I had to admit, he had a point.
Janey and Simone entered the family room at that point. It was the only time Bala moved from her devoted position beside Amud all night. Bala embraced the surprised Janey fiercely, putting more emotion into that one hug than Janey was prepared for. Then, as Amud explained again the honor being bestowed on her, Bala presented her with an amulet that was to be worn in typical Middle Eastern fashion with the stone at the center of her forehead.
Janey was about to refuse the gift until Amud explained that the amulet was not a gift. It was the symbol of a Yama. There were only three known to exist. This particular one had belonged to Bala's family, a great-great-great-grandaunt or something. The stones were expected to be passed along regardless of family lineage whenever a woman with the gift was discovered. Nothing, not war, not politics, not boundaries, was to stop the presenting of the amulet.
With a maturity far beyond her years, Janey graciously accepted the adornment. Solemnly she fit it over her head. The stone nestled softly between her eyes on her forehead. I know it sounds weird, but standing there wearing that stone like a crown, she looked like a queen. I had the sudden vision of my Janey standing in some far away land, not coming home every night and it felt like a vise had my heart in its grasp. I had to blink several times as my eyes kept watering for some reason.
Allergies, I guess.