Chapter 12
Bill and Asia were placed in beds next each other in the infirmary. Calling on his sister's knowledge of telekinesis, Bill moved Asia's bed closer to his own. Though he'd made sure neither of their injuries were serious, the doctor still decided to keep them for the rest of the night. Bill used his abilities to listen to what was left of the battle.
There was little actual fighting left. The patrolling teams easily dealt with the remaining soldiers, while John launched a missile affectionately called a 'weasel-whacker' at the command vehicle, obliterating it.
Bill had just returned sleep when the teams started returning. Both he and Asia were awakened by the soft kisses of well-wishers. Very shortly a heavily camouflaged Crystal arrived and pulled up a chair next to his bed to guard him. He tried to tell her it wasn't necessary, but sleep overtook him once again.
Late the next morning John stopped by to see him. "I've pulled the file on our friend Senator Forsyth. I never could get close enough to read him, but our people did suspect him of quite a few crimes. One of us may have to take a trip to take care of him later on.
"Your new daughter's ex-stepfather will be arriving shortly. I've spoken to the doctors, and they'll let you out of here if you promise to use a cane."
Bill grinned at him. "Are you absolutely sure I just can't shoot him?"
"Well, I suppose you could, but it would be harder to cover up. Besides, he isn't worth the price of the bullet," John replied in mock seriousness.
"You'll get no argument from me on that," Bill said as he sat up. "So where is this cane you promised me? If I would have thought faster instead of panicking when I saw Asia, I could have healed us both completely, and no one would have been the wiser — me and my big mouth!"
"You live and learn," John said, grinning. "I still want to learn that trick from you folks before you leave us; it could come in handy someday."
"I don't get the feeling that we will be leaving you anytime soon. That is, unless you want us to be leaving?" Bill asked.
John snorted. "If you left now, I think half my command would follow you! I swear nothing gets these girls going more than intense combat. Right now most of those not on duty, that didn't get hurt, are fucking their brains out with each other, and imagining it was you in bed with them. The rest are waiting until they get off duty, or are trying to figure out how to make it a reality. You should have seen them when we first formed this company. Of course, there where a lot less of us then, but I still almost ended up with about twenty new lovers. My ladies just grinned and told me to go for it. I wanted to hide! Death by fucking might be a nice way to go, but I'm not ready to leave yet!"
"Tell me about it! I have my hands more than full with the ones I have now! Half the time I think they're trying to kill me." Bill paused to glare at a giggling Crystal. "They think it's funny, but if it were up to them, I'd spend all my time naked and in bed."
"I think eventually you'll end up there, my Master, but you have to save the world first," Crystal said, chuckling in her chair.
"Then we'll come back here for the worlds biggest orgy," Asia added smiling. "I think the whole company here will want some of the two of you."
John produced a cane for Bill. "I don't know about you, but I'm starting to feel a little like a breeding stallion. You'd think they only want us for our bodies!" He chuckled.
Bill got up and kissed Asia before, with Crystal beside him, following John from the infirmary. "So, are we positive I can't beat the living fuck out of this guy?" Bill asked.
John grinned. "Oh, I never said you couldn't beat the shit out of him, I just said it would be difficult to cover it up if you killed him."
"What will your lawyer say to that?" Bill asked.
John's grin turned hard. "Arnie Valentine's sister was raped and brutally murdered by her boyfriend. It was my pleasure to retire his ass when he resisted arrest. Arnie was there when his sister died. He knows what this bastard did to that little girl. I think we might have a hard time keeping Arnie from killing him. I'm pretty sure he would testify in a court of law that nothing happened to this prick while he was here."
"Good," Bill said. "Crystal, would you have a problem inflicting serious pain on the bastard?"
"No, Master. When you showed me what Lizzy remembered, only my duty to and love for you kept me from taking care of this piece of filth already. My only complaint will be that he will leave here still breathing," the girl answered.
"Would you mind a little torture, to help convince him to sign the paperwork?" Bill asked.
The smile she gave him was actually frightening. "I'd be happy to assist in whatever way my Master requires."
John swallowed; "Bill, remind me to never, ever, piss either one of you off, okay?"
"I'm right there with you, John," Bill said softly.
Ron Emery was starting to wonder just who these folks were. Late last night, or rather early this morning, a group of black clad men broke into his house and kidnapped him. No one would answer his numerous questions and it soon was made clear that if he didn't shut his mouth soon, he would be gagged.
Ron was not a very bright man, but he had seen enough cop and military shows to recognize professional killers in action. Whatever else this team was, it was clear they weren't there to kill him, but he did wonder if this had anything to do with his slut ex-wife and her brat daughter. Well, at least the slut wouldn't be bothering him anymore, and he'd make sure her little cock-sucking bitch daughter was a good little slut and didn't cause problems either.
Who knew that the little bitch would have such a tight little cunt? Just thinking about the screams of pain she made when he forced his big cock into her too small hole was making him hard again. He could almost cum from the anticipation of hearing her screams when he took her tight little asshole after he got her back. It would probably kill her, but that's okay, he could bury her next to her fucking bitch mother.
Samantha Charles was sitting across from their 'guest' in the helo. She could almost tell what he was thinking as the repulsive pig stared hungrily at her crotch. She shifted in her seat and incidentally pointed her loaded weapon at the small bulge in his pants. He immediately shifted his eyes to hers, and she gave him as cold a smile as she could muster. Very casually, he moved his hands to cover his crotch, and she chuckled at him. Like that would stop one of her Teflon coated bullets from making sure he didn't rape anyone ever again.
When they landed, Sam took the fat bastard by the collar and literally threw him towards the rear exit. When he stumbled and fell on his face, the entire female team laughed at him. It was the first time he realized that the entire team was female, and he felt dread start to creep into his mind.
He started to wonder if maybe the little cunt actually got out of town and told someone about him. He wasn't worried about the local cops; hell, they would only be pissed at him because he hadn't let them have a turn at her. No, the local cops in his home area were not a problem, but who would send a special operations team just to arrest one unarmed man? No, this had to be about something else.
When he finally made it off the helicopter, he was greeted by three men and a very attractive young woman. One of the men had a cane he was leaning on, and the young woman was helping to support him. The look of open adoration for the wounded man on her face totally confused Ron for a moment. 'I wonder what he used on her to get such obedience from her?' he thought to himself. 'Even still, he had to have started very early with her for her to be this well trained.'
Bill watched the fat worm get pushed off the helo by the extraction team. They treated him like he was no more then a piece of gear... an expendable piece of gear. He let the older man regain his feet and surroundings before he spoke. "Mr. Emery, you've been brought here to sign over custody of your stepdaughter to us. This is the only reason you have been brought here. You will be returned to your home once you have accomplished this task. I warn you beforehand that the only thing keeping you alive right now is that it would be... inconvenient to get rid of your body. I advise you to make damn sure that it stays that way."
"Just what the hell makes you think I'm going to do something like that? I demand that you return me to my home at once, with my daughter!" Ron demanded.
"Wrong answer." The crippled man turned to the pretty little girl beside him. "I think he needs a slight attitude adjustment. Don't break anything, including his skin."
"Yes Master! Thank you, Master!" The girl said excitedly.
As Ron watched the little hottie slowly stalk toward him, he couldn't get the image of a fat lazy rat being stalked by a very deadly cat half his size.
"What? You think this little cunt can actually hurt me? Jesus man, you've got to be kidding me!" Ron said, mustering all the false bravado he could. Something about that girl scared him, but he couldn't figure out what. Maybe if he just grabbed her and threatened to break her neck if they didn't bring Elizabeth to him, and send them home...
He never finished his thought as the air was suddenly sucked out of his lungs and he hit the hard surface of the landing area. He hadn't even seen the girl move. How had she knocked him on his ass so fast? He struggled to get air back into his lungs, and his feet under him once again. Once he reached his feet the girl stood calmly only a few feet away. He made a grab for her and suddenly he was on his back again, this time feeling dizzy.
"Before you do something else stupid, I'll ask you again to sign these papers. I assure you, it is the only way you are going to get out of here with enough of your body parts intact to identify your body. Will you sign them now?" the younger man with the cane asked.
Ron sucked air back into his lungs, but wasn't in any hurry to get back to his feet this time. "A hundred thousand dollars," he gasped out between a lungful of air and another. "I'll give her up for a hundred grand."
Bill shook his head at the fat little man on the ground. "I'm afraid you are still misunderstanding the situation here, Mr. Emery. I did not ask how much, nor did I offer any type of payment. You will sign these papers, then you will go home. The condition you go home in is what you are having a hard time grasping here. Are you right or left handed, Mr. Emery?"
"Huh? I'm right handed, but whAAAh!!" he screamed as Crystal's booted right foot crushed his left hand, breaking several bones in it.
The girl looked sheepishly at Bill, "I'm sorry, Master, I think I broke several bones in his left hand this time."
"Crystal! I'm disappointed in you. I asked that you not break anything this soon." Bill sighed heavily, dramatically. "Well, there's nothing for it. Will you sign now, Mr. Emery, or do I let Crystal here try to bruise your arm this time?"
The man was whimpering and rolling around on the ground clutching his broken hand to his chest. "Fuck you! That cunt is mine! This shit is illegal, and I will sue the hell out of all of you!"
Bill knelt by the man. "Ronnie, I still don't think you really understand the situation you're in here. No one knows where you are, nor who took you. We have ways of making sure nothing is left of your body for anyone to find. We are trying to do this in a way that is far more humane than you deserve for what you've done to that little girl and her mother. That's to say nothing about all the others you've buried out in that field. Yes, Mr. Emery, we know all about your private little 'field of dreams'. Unless you want to be joining them in the afterlife, you will get off your fucking ass and sign those documents or I will personally make sure it takes you weeks to die. Do you fucking understand me now asshole?"
The man was looking up at Bill like he was the devil, come to claim his soul, and nodded frantically in agreement. Another of the men knelt, handed Ron a pen and pointed out where to sign on the clipboard full of forms. Ron wasn't even reading what he was signing; he was simply writing as quickly as he could. One of the documents he signed was a letter to the Denver FBI office admitting his guilt in the trafficking of illegal drugs in the United States.
After reading his mind, Bill thought it would be a good idea to have the man also write another letter to the same office admitting to the rape and molestation of thirteen women between the ages of thirty nine and six. He would give detailed instruction on how and where the bodies could be found, and also give detailed accounts of the involvement of his friends in the network of child pornography and slavery. As an afterthought, Bill told him to mail copies of the letter to all the major newspapers he could think of as well.
The entire time he was dealing with Ron, he felt the presence of little Lizzy in his mind, watching. "Do you want to come out and face him little one?" Bill asked.
Lizzy: "No Daddy. I saw what Crystal did to him, and what you are going to make him do. I think that'll be enough. I'm worried I might want to do more to him. None of that will bring my Momma back to me. I just wish she could have met you guys before she met him."
Katrina: "Well, what I'm really curious about sweetheart is how he could have done those things to her to begin with. You said she could talk to your mind as well?"
Lizzy: "Well, I don't really know about Momma, but I don't think she could read everyone like you guys can. I don't know why, but I can't read him at all. If I could, maybe I could have warned Momma about him, but I get more from Master Tohie than I do Ron Emery. I can read almost everyone else, but I guess there are some people I can't read, like Ron, though he is the only one I've found so far that I can't."
Bill: "Well, either way, he's signed the papers now, so we can get rid of him before I change my mind and just shut him off."
Amanda: "That would be sparing him the ultimate punishment, lover. I've heard that the rest of the inmates don't look too kindly on child-molesters."
Bill grinned as he watched two troopers drag Ron Emery back into the helo for the return trip to his home. "I suppose you're correct. But it seems far more satisfying to be able to do it with my own hands."
Crystal: "I don't know if you noticed it or not, but the only people to actually touch him were female. I think that's fitting; I hope he gets a female judge as well."
Amanda: "Female judge or no, I doubt he'll last six months in jail. Any sentence he gets will be a life sentence."
John turned to the lawyer as the helo started its engines. "Thanks for your help on this, Arnie."
Arnie shook John's hand. "No problem, John. I'll get these filed by the end of the day. I think the judge will sign it immediately. Especially since we have a four-thirty tee time at the meadowlands."
John just chuckled and shook his head as they all began the long walk, or hobble in Bill's case, back to the mansion.
When they got back to the mansion, Amanda was waiting for them. "John, Renee asked me to tell you that Susan is awake and would like to see you before she goes back to sleep."
John grinned and ran into the house. Arnie smiled at the man's retreating back. "You know, I know what society says about homosexuals and Polyamory, but I just can't find it in my heart to agree with them. I've known John and his wives for years, and I can honestly say that I don't know any conventional relationships that are as happy or as loving as theirs. I suspect that Susan will be joining them as a wife soon."
Bill chuckled; "Well, you haven't met my family yet."
"Oh?" Arnie asked, raising an eyebrow at him.
"You can meet them now if you want to; they are all waiting in Bill's office for a family discussion," Amanda said.
"I think I'd like that," Arnie said. "I trust John unconditionally, but it's always nice to see what kind of family I just helped to adopt a little girl. May I assume then, from our conversation, that you are a group marriage as well?"
Amanda nodded as she led the men and Crystal inside. "Yes you can. Though there are more of us than there are in John's. We all love each other very much. However, not all of us can share the same last name; it would raise too many official eyebrows."
"I see. Well, if you're anything like John and his mates, I still can't see a problem with it. I do have to admit though, Crystal calling Bill 'master' shocked me," Arnie said. "But from the love and respect they each show the other, I'm willing to bet she is a wife as well?"
Crystal answered for herself this time. "Yes Sir, I chose to be Master's body slave. If I wanted to stop being such, and just be a normal wife to him right now, he would still honor the vows he gave to me when we all joined, just as the rest of our wives would."
"So that's how it's done! You are all lovers and married to each other as well. I was wondering how you got around such things as jealousy; you're all bisexual," Arnie said.
"Technically, yes we are, though Crystal and Asia are lesbian with the exception of Bill. All of us are married to each other," Amanda replied.
"So where will little Elizabeth fit into this?" Arnie asked.
"Just as your paperwork says, she is my and Bill's daughter. She'll just have the love of more than one mother while she finishes growing up. If we stick around here for as long as I think we're going to, then I imagine she'll end up calling John Daddy as well. He treats her like he does his own daughter," Amanda replied.
"By the way, Love, when did I get my own office?" Bill asked.
"This morning. Since you did such a good job last night, John asked to have a space set aside for us to use as an office." She chuckled; "I think he's very proud of you, and his people are impressed as well."
"Well, I can think of worse fates!" Bill chuckled, as Amanda led them to an office beside John's. When she opened the door, he saw his entire family, and the staff from Carol's house, waiting for him. "Wow, I didn't realize we had grown so much! Everyone, this is Arnie; he's the lawyer John asked to handle Lizzy's adoption paperwork. Arnie, this is my family; you've already met our wives, Amanda Wilson, and Christina Louden. He nodded toward Amanda and Crystal and gave him their new names, then proceeded to do the same with the rest of the family. Katrina he introduced as Kathryn Wilson, Asia as Melissa Tohie (supposedly Master Tohie's niece — at his suggestion) and Diane as Diane Louden. "I think you may already know the rest: Elizabeth Wilson, Carol Whitworth, our chef Florence and our maid Ginny. I think you should probably remember me as Ben instead of Bill, since that is what all my identification says."
Arnie nodded a greeting to each woman as her name was called. "Well, it was nice to meet all of you. I just wish I had more time to get to know you all better, because this whole thing just fascinates me. As I was telling Bill... er, Ben before, John and his wives are the most loving family I know. Now I will have to add you folks to the list. However, let me advise you about a few things; here in Colorado, if you refer to someone in public as your wife or husband, they legally become such. It's a throwback to the common law, but it's still on the books. Which means that just by admitting you're married in public will be a formal and legal declaration and you all can be prosecuted for polygamy, which is of course illegal in any state.
"Also, there is a very politically strong religious group here called 'Focus on the Family' that would have you all burned at the stake for being heathens if it could. Because they are a Christian ministry, they are not considered a hate group, though in my opinion, that is exactly what they are. Please be careful."
"Thank you. We'll certainly keep that in mind when we are out in public," Diane said.
"I still hold out hope that we will eventually be able to get the laws changed, but sometimes I don't think it'll ever happen. Now, I need to go and get these papers filed before noon; it was nice to meet all of you, and I look forward to seeing you all again."
Ben (Bill) shook Arnie's hand. "Thanks for all the work you've done on this. You've made us all very happy."
Arnie nodded toward the girl sitting on Kathryn's (Katrina's) lap. "Just take good care of the little one, and we'll call it even. Take care everyone!" he said as he left the room with a wave.
After Arnie left, Ben (Bill) turned to the room at large. "Okay folks, I know you didn't all spontaneously gather here so I could introduce Arnie to you, is there a problem?"
Carol stood, "There isn't a problem, Master. We are all here so I can hand out our new IDs and to discuss the potential merging of our household with John's."
Ben sat behind his desk. "We've only been here a little over twenty-four hours. Is that something we really need to consider? Has the offer been made?"
"Only informally, Master. Cindy and Renee have discussed it with us, and have said that as soon as Susan is back on her feet they are going to ask her to join them as a wife. They will also discuss officially merging the households. For now, though, they are giving us the guest wing of the house. We all realize that, for a while anyway, we will need to be close to this base so we stand some chance of surviving long enough to accomplish our mission. The best way to do that would be for us to move in, at least temporarily," Carol answered.
Ben looked at Florence and Ginny. "What are your thoughts on this, since it will affect you two more than anyone else?"
"We have no problems with it, Sir. In fact, it'll mean less work for us instead of more. John's household chef is my sister, so working with her won't be as much of a problem as it would normally be with two chefs in the same kitchen. Ginny will only have one wing to take care of as opposed to an entire mansion." She grinned; "I think the only thing that will increase for her is the amount of sheets she has to wash daily!"
The whole room cracked up, and Ginny blushed brightly, but nodded her head in agreement.
Ben laughed as well, but refocused on the women. "What I really meant was are you okay with the fact that we will be getting shot at, and the risk that one of you might actually get hurt?"
Florence smiled sadly at him. "Sir, I can tell you've never been around a household staff before. There is nothing, and I do mean nothing that can go on in our houses that we don't know about. Both of us know you all are... special. But we both feel that you are also the type of people that will do your best to make sure that we don't get hurt, and if we do, we won't stay that way long." She held up her hand to forestall the question he was about to ask. "No, we don't know the specifics, and we aren't sure we want to know, but we trust you. Even in the short time we've known you, we can tell that you are good people and your secrets are safe with us. I would like to ask you something though."
"Ask away," Ben said as he saw Carol grin out of the corner of her eye.
"Well, I know that part of this meeting is for Ms. Carol to pass out new IDs for all of you. I was wondering if we could get either my last name changed to Ginny's or change her last name to mine. I love her, and would take her for my wife," Florence said.
Ginny gasped and took Florence's hand in her own. "I love you too, Renny," she said softly.
"I think that was public enough!" Ben said as Carol handed him a small stack of cards. When he looked down at them he chuckled; that woman was scary smart. He stacked them into two piles, with a drivers licence, Social security card, heath card, and credit cards in each pile. He grinned up at the loving pair and waved them to his desk. "It looks like Carol knows a few of your secrets as well." He smiled as he handed them their new IDs.
"I should! I'm the one that had to listen to them screaming in pleasure night after night!" Carol said grinning. "Just shred your old ones, ladies." She pointed to a shredder next to the desk. "The cards you are holding are the real legal documents now."
Ginny kissed her new wife, and then kissed Carol. "Thank you, Miss. I'll run and get our purses so we can do that," she said as she dashed out of the room. Florence chuckled. "This whole thing has taken her by surprise; we never discussed getting married, because we knew we couldn't."
"I'm not a priestess, but if you both want to meet me in the gardens just before sunrise tomorrow, I can instruct you in the ceremony we used." Diane indicated the rest of her wives and Ben. "It does require that you be naked, though."
"We'll be there, Miss. Thank you, thank all of you." She kissed Carol on the cheek as well.
"Okay, then it looks like this household thing is do-able, at least in the short term. Carol, can you handle the arrangements?" Ben asked.
"Of course, Master. I'd be happy too," she replied. "Now, let's get to handing out those new IDs..."
Later that day, after the rest of the family had left for their own duties, Ben decided to do a little research on the computer in his office.
Senator Andrew Forsyth (R) Louisiana was vice chairman of the senate special operations oversight committee. He was one of the 'movers and shakers' that provided financing for some of the operations John and his company performed for the government. Since he had attained his position on the committee, he had been instrumental in shooting down every single new project that had been slated for the company. Though it hadn't started to affect them yet, the loss of income would eventually seriously hurt the company.
Ben thought it was very curious that the place that had programmed Susan just happened to be outside the city of New Orleans, in the Senator's home state.
The Senator maintained a residence in the garden district of New Orleans, where he lived with his wife and two, thirteen year old 'nieces'. The computer said that the nieces were actually willing sex toys for the older couple and absolutely no relation to them at all. The girls attended a very exclusive private school north of the city but accompanied the senator and his wife on all trips to Washington D.C. John's intelligence suspected that the girls were actually older than the thirteen they claimed and that they served as bodyguards also.
Ben clicked on the link for the school the girls attended and almost fell out of his chair as a picture of the edifice splashed itself across his screen. It was the same building that Susan remembered being taken too. Once he recovered, Ben snorted in amusement at the audacity of Solms. The name of the place was 'The Imperial Academy, ' and it was billed as a 'finishing school' for young ladies.
A light knock on the door interrupted him. "Come in!" Ben called.
"Sorry to bother you, buddy, but I wanted to see what you were up too, and I needed to tell you that lunch was ready," John said.
Ben chuckled, "No problem; I'm doing a little research on our friend, the honorable Andrew Forsyth. I've come to a few conclusions."
"Such as?" John said taking a seat in front of the desk.
"First thing; the school that his 'nieces' attend is actually the same place Susan was taken to be programmed. I would very much like to get a look at the school roster and the attendees' sponsors. Second, those two little girls are at least as well trained as Crys... er, Christina and Melissa, with the added complication of complete obedience and devotion to the Forsyths. Try to imagine getting to me with those two between you and your target."
John shuddered as he thought of that. "It could be done, but there would be a high body count."
Ben nodded. "Exactly; in the mean time your target gets away, and the next day has two or more of these 'girls' with him again. If we need to take these two little ladies on, Trin... Kathryn or I will have to do it — mentally. I don't think a physical attack will do the job, and I'd like to take them alive so I can see exactly what's been done to them."
"Getting that school's records would be a great asset, that way at least we'd know who had these girls. I'll get my people started on it. Since Congress is not in session, Forsyth is at home for the next two weeks at least. I'll try to get his itinerary as well. Personally, I'd rather shoot the fucker in the head for what he ordered done to my people, but that would only paint the crosshairs firmly on us as far as the government is concerned."
"We definitely don't want that to happen. I think as long the longer we can remain in the shadows, the safer we'll be," Ben said. "There is something else I was curious about, but I have no idea how to go about gathering the information."
"What's that?" John asked.
"Well, by and large, most people I've met are pretty decent, down to earth folks, that don't really give a rat's ass, other than for gossip purposes, about other people's lives. From what I can tell, as long as no one is getting hurt, or doing something against their will, people really don't mind things like other religions or homosexuality — as long as it isn't right in their face. So my question is, how on earth did we elect people in office that have all but removed the separation of church and state, and are on the verge of creating laws that dictate who can love whom, and how they need to worship god? As far as I can tell, almost everyone I know just shrugs and says, 'There's nothing I can do about it.' If everyone really thinks that way, how did this happen?"
"Well, a lot of it is that people have lost faith in the electoral system. Over the last fifty years we have seen a steady decline in the number of people that actually turn out to vote. In any given election, only about twenty percent of the people eligible actually take the time to cast a vote. So what has happened is that this country has been governed by that small twenty percent.
"Now, just suppose that you are aware of this, and you have your own agenda you want to promote. You have virtually unlimited funds and assets and the power to influence a lot of small, local groups. What you can do is basically control the United States government because no one believes that they can do anything about it. So you end up with most of your own people in office, but you still have to be careful and slow in the changes you want to make, because the people will notice radical changes and react.
"That's a sleeping dragon you don't want to awaken. However, with slow and methodical change, over a long period of time, you can do whatever you want. Since I met you, and your ladies, a lot of pieces have begun falling into place and the picture they're making is not a pleasant one. I believe this Solms character has been subtly taking control of the government for the last seventy-five years or so, and we are starting to see some of his long term plans," John explained. "Forsyth and his cronies are only a symptom of the disease. If we don't do something soon, that disease is going to kill this country if it hasn't already." John sighed, "After lunch, I think we should have a conference downstairs in the black room. I think my people should know what's going on."
"Well, let's grab lunch then, and get this show on the road. I don't
think Solms is going to like the fact that the assault here failed,"
Ben said.