Chapter 16
Standing beside Kathryn decked out in her expensive gown made Ben feel ugly. He didn't know why he bothered to even wear the tux; no one was going to notice him. Her gown was cut all the way down to her navel in front and so low in back it was clear she wasn't wearing underwear. How she kept her breasts from simply hanging out was a mystery to him. The green dress was perfect for her red hair and the diamond earrings and necklace brought an observer's eyes to her long, slender, beautiful neck. She was heart-stoppingly beautiful.
Sensing his feelings for her, she squeezed his hand and sent him back her feelings for him. When he handed her down into the limo, she gave him a quick glance at her bare pussy as her dress slipped off her legs in the low vehicle. She grinned at him.
They made small talk and had a glass of wine, mostly for the benefit of the driver. Ben and Kathryn sat close together, as lovers out on a special night would do. Looking down into her eyes, Ben fell in love with her all over again.
As they pulled up to the building the dinner was being held in, Ben decided it was time to check in.
Ben: "Are you guys in position?"
Melissa: "Across the street; the customized van. There is a utility van behind the building as well. Yes, we are in position. Oh WOW!" Melissa thought as Kathryn stood up out of the limo. "Mistress, you are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."
Kathryn: "Thank you, love. But I'm pretty sure that all of us would be as pretty if we spent as much time getting ready as I did today. Once we get through this, I think we should find out."
Ben: "As much as I share your sentiments, we need to get serious here. We can play when we're done."
Melissa: "Yes Master. Be careful; both of you."
Kathryn took Ben's arm and he led her up the steps as a doorman opened the door for them. Once inside the building, a very pretty, smiling woman asked for their invitation. As Ben scanned her, he discovered she was one of the instructors from the 'acadamy'. He wondered what that meant for the dinner planned for the evening.
"We have a set menu for the evenin' folks, so before I seat y'all, do ya'll have any food allergies we should know about?" the woman asked. "One of the dishes the chef's made has shellfish in it, and she simply delights t' use peanut oil in some of her other creations."
The accent in her voice was charming rather than irritating. She was a perfect southern belle in her manner and speech. When neither Ben nor Kathryn admitted to any allergies, the woman smiled brightly. "Well then! Please follow me. Dinnah will be served in a few minutes, but please feel free t' order anything y'all might want t' drink b'fore dinnah."
The woman led them to a table that had another couple and room for one more after they took their seats. Ben held Kathryn's chair for her while she sat. Ben had been right, Kathryn caught and held every eye in the room as they walked to the table.
After Kathryn was seated, Ben turned to the hostess. "Thank you, Miss. Would you please send the wine steward over when they are available?"
"Certainly Sir. I hope you enjoy the meal," she said as she retreated.
As Ben took his seat, he glanced over at the other couple. "Please forgive my rude manners; my name is Benjamin Tanner, and this lovely creature is my wife, Kathryn." He extended his hand to the man.
The man, who seemed only slightly older than Ben, stood and shook the offered hand as he grinned. "Walter Lathrop and my wife Glenda. I noticed you don't seem to have the local accent; may I ask where you're from?" He bent to kiss the back of Kathryn's hand while Ben did the same for Mrs. Lathrop.
"Los Angeles," Kathryn said. "I've always wanted to visit New Orleans, so Ben and I decided to stop on our way to Marseille. It's a bit of a belated honeymoon for us."
"You're newlyweds then? Well, congratulations!" Walter said cheerfully.
Ben had read that Walter and Glenda were not part of whatever was going on here. They were simply a couple that had received an invitation to the dinner just like Ben and Kathryn had. Once Ben made sure they were not an enemy, he stopped reading either of them.
"Thank you. I finally got the nerve to ask her to marry me, and still think I caught her in a fit of temporary insanity because she said yes. I've loved her for years," Ben said truthfully.
"High School sweethearts were you?" Glenda grinned. "That's so sweet. I didn't meet Walter until we were in college, and I almost missed him. There are so many toads out there; it's difficult to see the few princes for who they really are."
Kathryn smiled adoringly at Ben. "I always knew he was a prince. I just never thought he noticed me. I'm awfully glad he did."
The attractive, and young, wine steward arrived then to take Ben and Kathryn's order. The young woman was young, only seventeen, and she was a student at the 'acadamy'. The outfit she wore was little more than a tuxedo jacket with long tails, French cut panties, and a bowtie around her neck. Her legs were encased in dark nylons, and black, three-inch pumps finished off the ensemble. Ben noticed that both Kathryn and Glenda were all but drooling over the girl. Even Walter stammered a bit making his order.
"If all of our servers are going to look like that tonight, I doubt I'll even taste the food!" Kathryn said.
Glenda grinned at her. "I was thinking the same thing! It looks like we have something else in common."
The two couples chatted and got to know each other some more, until the arrival of the hostess again; this time both men stood as they recognized the couple she was leading. They were introduced as the Senator and Mrs. Forsythe.
Ben smiled and shook the man's hand, all the time wanting nothing more than to tear him apart right here. "John? Can you hear me?"
John: "Loud and clear, Ben. What's up?"
Ben: "I'm about to 'download' the Forsythes and thought I would share the information with you this time. I also need you to help keep me from just killing the fuckers right here."
John: "Don't worry, Ben. They will get what's coming to them. I'm linking with all of our ladies here. I can feel that you have Melissa and Kathryn linked in. We're ready when you are."
Ben reached into the stinking cesspool that was the mind of William Forsythe, United States Senator, and copied all of his thoughts and memories. He switched to Mrs. Forsythe and did the same thing to her. The whole process only took a few moments, during which the conversation hadn't lapsed.
"... just commenting on the beauty and unusual dress of our serving staff this evening," Walter was saying. "They do seem a bit young too."
"They are the senior class of a local girl's academy. They often do this sort of thing to help raise money for charity. The outfits were actually the girls' idea; they felt it would increase the generosity of the patrons," Forsythe said chuckling. "I do have to admit, they are easy on the eyes."
Glenda asked a few more questions about the school and Mrs. Forsythe fielded them. The Senator pulled the conversation around to crime and how dangerous it was becoming simply to walk down the street. The dinner began, and was served by a petite little blonde in the same outfit as the wine steward. She smiled shyly at Kathryn, trying not so successfully to cover her flirting with her duties. Ben then noticed that each couple seemed to have their own private servers. Two of the girls seemed to be responsible solely for one couple. Both of the girls assigned to Ben and Kathryn were petite and blonde.
Out of curiosity, Kathryn scanned them, and discovered that the girls chose the couples they wanted to serve in hopes that the couple would want them — permanently. There had been a fight that had almost come to violence over the right to serve Ben and Kathryn. Michelle and Cori had won the right by default; the hostess had chosen them when the girls would have fought over it. All this information she relayed to Ben and through him to the rest of their wives.
Michelle and Cori believed they were orphans. They had been given their opportunity at the school by a patron that sponsored them in an effort to keep them off the streets. They had been 'rescued' from the foster system after it became clear that neither of them would be adopted. Once at the school, it never occurred to them to wonder at the things they had learned. They felt it was perfectly reasonable to learn sexual practices as well as armed and unarmed combat fighting. They had also learned childcare and other domestic duties. They believed that they were perfect for the couple that they now served. If that couple didn't see that, then the failing was on them.
Ben noted that all that had been programmed into them. They had actually been abducted a number of years ago and brought to the academy. Now they were both sixteen and ready to 'graduate'. Ben fought a strong urge to do exactly what was expected of him, just so he could restore their real lives — if he could.
John: "You might as well go ahead and do it. We're going have to figure out something to do with them once we bring the place down. I suppose if you can't restore them, then we could try to give them at least a somewhat normal life here.
Amanda: "I agree, Ben. Pay the money, and bring them back to us. We will need to figure out how to break their programming anyway so we can eventually help the rest."
Diane: "Just try not to take advantage of them until we make sure it's their choice, and not the programming?"
Kathryn: "What about our cover story? We're supposed to be going to France from here."
John: "Actually, this'll work better. Once you get the girls, simply change your plans and take them 'home'. You'll have to knock them out eventually or they'll know something is wrong."
Ben: "Okay, I'll give you all the flight info as soon as I have it. Maybe I can get us a stop over in Las Vegas; it won't be as crowded as LAX."
John: "Why don't you just take our jet back? We can make a paper trail that says you chartered the flight."
Ben: "Why do I get the feeling I'm going to end up with two more women? Okay, we'll get the girls; let's work the rest of this out later. This is getting complicated, and I don't want to raise suspicions."
Everyone stopped talking in Ben's mind just as Senator Forsythe asked the two couples if they would like to join his wife and him at a small party at the Forsythe home after the dinner. "Perhaps I can even talk the hostess into letting our servers continue for us. I am, after all, a major sponsor of their school."
"That would be lovely, Senator, but I'm afraid I might get into trouble with our pretty little servers if they remain too much longer," Glenda said, blushing deeply.
"From the way they've been flirting with you this evening, I don't think they would object at all," Mrs. Forsythe chuckled. "These girls do like to flirt, and it is a private residence after all."
"Oh, we really shouldn't..." Glenda said, but looked hopefully at her husband.
"I don't think the Senator would let anything bad happen. I don't see why we can't go, dear. After all, we are here to enjoy ourselves," Walter said. "What do you think, Ben?"
"Well, I share Glenda's concern, and I honestly couldn't tell you who would attack whom first. Our two little ladies seem to be almost as worked up as our lovely wives. However, I agree with you; I don't see how the Senator could afford a scandal like that, and I'm sure he wouldn't let it happen."
"You're quite correct. No one needs to know what happens behind closed doors between consenting people. I see no reason to tell them, either," Forsythe said.
More conversation was exchanged and more food was served. The meal was excellent and finally it was time to write the check and depart. William called over the hostess and spoke to her quietly for about a minute and a half. She smiled brightly and nodded. When he returned to the table, he smiled. "Our servers will be allowed to continue at my house. If you would wait but a few minutes, Miss Chandless, our hostess, will have the girls ready to go. I hope you don't mind if they ride with each of you?"
No one objected in the slightest. Shortly four young ladies dressed in cloaks and carrying a small gym bag stood waiting beside Miss Chandless at the door. Senator Forsythe handed cards to Ben and Walter containing the address and directions to his house. "We'll see you there in a little bit. I recommend talking to the girls a bit. They really do like to meet new people."
When Ben's Limo pulled up and the driver opened the door, Ben motioned the two little blonde sweethearts to get in first. He handed Kathryn in and then, after giving the driver the card with Forsythe's address on it, got in himself.
When the door closed and the driver had gotten back in, Ben closed the privacy screen at the front. "So, Senator Forsythe tells us you two girls are seniors?"
"Yes sir. We're about to graduate," Cori said in a cultured voice with no southern accent at all.
Kathryn grinned. "I've been dying to know; how is it that neither of you have the Louisiana accent?"
Both girls smiled, but Michelle answered this time. "One of the classes we had at school taught us to speak with as cultured and non-regional an accent as possible. I really enjoyed the class."
"Well, since we already know your names from dinner, I feel we should introduce ourselves. I am Ben Tanner, and this is my wife, Kathryn. We're passing through New Orleans on our way to Marseille, France."
"That sounds wonderful, sir! I wish we could go with you! I've always wanted see Europe. Cori talks about seeing the castles and stuff, but I've always wanted to visit the Riviera. I've heard it's so beautiful," Michelle said wistfully.
Ben: "What a set-up. I actually want to take them with us to France!"
Kathryn: "We're not going to France, at least not yet. However, did you notice that she wasn't lying? The desire to go to France is real, not something that has been programmed into her. I don't think her entire personality has been destroyed."
"So have either of you planned anything for after graduation? What do you want to do with your lives?" Kathryn asked.
Both girls suddenly blushed and stammered, acting really shy.
"Did I say something wrong?" Kathryn asked, concerned.
"No, miss. It's just that... well, we do have a dream about that, but it's pretty unlikely that it'll happen," Cori explained. Michelle just nodded, but continued to look at the floor.
"May I ask what it is? I promise we won't laugh. We've had some pretty far out dreams too," Kathryn said.
"I doubt it's like ours!" Michelle blurted out, then blushed deeper.
Kathryn smiled at her. "I'm bisexual. I actually mostly prefer women to men, but Ben is definitely the exception to the rule. One of our dreams is to find a pretty, single, bisexual woman to be our lover. Someone we could share our love with." She took Ben's hand and looked him in the eye.
The girls just stared at them open-mouthed. "It's like you read our minds!" Cori said excitedly. "We're together, but we both want to find a young, attractive married couple like you. Hopefully, one that will love both of us."
"That might be a little hard for you; you're both still pretty young," Ben said softly.
"Yeah, we know. There's not much we can do about the laws in this country, but we will be emancipated soon. The only thing we really need is employment," Michelle said. "But who's going to hire two sixteen-year-olds except part time at McDonalds."
"What other skills do you have?" Kathryn asked.
"We're both trained to be excellent housekeepers, and child-care providers. In addition to being able to protect the children in any situation..." Cori said but Kathryn interrupted her.
"What do you mean by protect?"
"We both have black belts in several martial arts, as well as firearms training. Hell, we could even work as bodyguards! I doubt the courts would count 'trained assassin' as a viable profession," Michelle chuckled, then blushed like she had said too much.
"Are you really that well trained?" Kathryn asked. "These girls are good, that slip was intentional, but she made it look like a blunder so naturally, I had to read her to make sure."
"Well, there were times we kinda wondered what they really were training us for, but we were told that if we knew how to do those things, we could work to counter them. It made sense to me," Michelle said, and shrugged.
"Could I ask you both a favor?" Cori said biting her lip.
"Sure sweetheart. How could we deny such a beautiful girl?" Ben said, smiling encouragingly at her.
"Could you... well, just for tonight, would you show us what it would be like to be your lovers?" she asked. "We don't have to have sex," she rushed to add. "But just... just all the other stuff, you know, like kisses and being held. We would really like to know what it would be like."
"In fact, unless you do pick us, we would like to remain virgins until we find the right couple," Michelle added softly, but hopefully.
"I think we can do that, as long as there is no sex. What do you think, Katie?" Ben asked his wife.
She smiled softly at the girls and reached out to take Michelle's hand. "Come here, sweetheart."
Michelle flowed across the small cabin area and onto Kathryn's lap. Both women were diminutive, but Michelle was slightly smaller. Kathryn took the girl in her arms and kissed her softly on the lips. Michelle cuddled into her like she was coming home.
Ben looked over at Cori as she looked at him. He winked at her and patted his lap. Instead of cuddling in, like Michelle had done, Cori parted her cloak and straddled his legs so she could face him. It was then that he found out that she wasn't wearing anything under the cloak but a thong panty that barely covered her small slit.
Her arms went around his neck and she pressed her lips to his. He put his arms around her bare body and pulled her close. The two couples made out like that until the driver announced their arrival at the Senator's house.
"I swear to you! We were no sooner in the car than little Heather was under Glenda's skirt sucking her pussy like a pro. I was all content to just watch until I felt someone opening my pants. Man, I tell you, if they hadn't asked us not to, we would have had the driver circle the city while we fucked those two little girls senseless!" Walter bragged.
"You liked them did you?" William asked. "Did you know that they have been specially trained to be the perfect bodyguards?"
"Really? I would hardly have considered those two sweet innocent young ladies capable of hurting a fly," Walter said.
"They've been trained as a team to respond completely to their patrons. I won't lie to you, there is some mental conditioning involved, but once they are yours, they will never let anything happen to you," William said.
"They've been brainwashed?" Ben asked, trying to play stupid.
William smiled like a teacher about to praise his prize student. "Not exactly. Like I said, it's more of a conditioning. It's totally voluntary on their part. The girls have been instructed to serve in any capacity, but above all to protect their patrons. They will follow any order, or do any task given them."
"It sounds like they've been turned into mindless slaves," Walter said.
"Not mindless, but they have been conditioned to serve and obey. I suppose you could call it slavery, but it isn't, since they volunteered for it. This is the life that these girls chose. Not all of them chose this path; others are computer programmers, or business professionals, or just about anything else they wanted to do. Of course there was one girl that wanted to be a shuttle pilot for NASA, so we tried to make her ready for the Air Force academy," William explained.
"We... so you do have more to do with this school then being a patron?" Ben asked.
"Yes, I serve on their board as well," William replied. "Would either of you be interested in retaining their services?"
Walter nodded as Ben spoke. "How much would it cost? Katie was attacked shortly before we left on this trip. It seems like she is afraid of her own shadow anymore. A companion like one of these girls might be just what the doctor ordered."
"A one time fee of one million dollars for the pair. That includes a yearly check up by our physicians and psychologists to make sure they stay healthy and sane," William said grinning. "It's the best million I've ever spent."
"What happens if the girls change their minds? I mean, they are pretty young to make a decision like this," Walter asked.
"That's part of what the yearly check up is for: to make sure they are still happy with the decision. If they did change their mind, we would offer a partial refund, or replacements at a reduced rate," William said. "However, to date, none of the girls have changed their minds, and we've been doing this for them for about thirty years."
Ben had been watching Cori and Kathryn cuddling on the couch in the Forsythe's sitting room while William made his sales pitch. Michelle brought Kathryn a drink and kissed both women before looking around for Ben. When she found him, she smiled and silently asked if he wanted a drink by indicating the one she brought for Kathryn. He smiled back at her and shook his head.
He sighed deeply. "If I do this, we'll have to take the girls home before we head for France. From the look on her face, I don't think Katie would mind the delay." He turned back to the Senator. "How do you prefer to receive payment?"
"In the form of a donation to the school; simply wire the money to this account..." William handed Ben a card with the account number on it. "... and the girls are yours."
Ben pulled out his PDA and made the necessary transaction. One million dollars was transferred to the Imperial Academy for Girls, with John's people following it every step of the way.
Walter pulled out a similar PDA as well. "It still feels like slavery to me, but I don't think I can pass this up."
"You'll receive appropriate paperwork reflecting the donation for tax purposes within the week. Thank you gentlemen, you won't regret this," Williams said, smiling. "I need to make a phone call, then I'll let the girls know their selection of you had been correct. Once you take their virginities, the conditioning will hold you as their patron."
"They chose us?" Walter asked, seemingly starting to feel better about what he had just done.
"Yes they did, at the dinner tonight. However, not all of the servers were actually seniors at the school. For example, the girls serving myself and Ellen are our own girls that have been with us for years. It has been the girls' choice from the beginning." He slapped the two men on the back. "Now, of course the girls can go home with you tonight. If you will stop by the school tomorrow you can pick up the rest of their belongings, and their diplomas. Congratulations gentlemen." He guided them gently out the door. "Go see them, I'll get my calls made and rejoin you."
Ben thanked him, and moved over to Kathryn and Cori. He waved Michelle over to him and she sat on his lap. "It looks like you two princesses get your dreams answered tonight."
"What do you mean?" Cori asked.
"If you want to, you can come home with us tonight — and every night, from now on," Ben explained.
Both girls got very excited. "Really sir? I think I would just love that!" Michelle said, hugging him hard.
"What about France?" Kathryn asked for the girls' benefit.
"Can it wait a week? It's not like we're on a schedule," Ben said.
"If it means we get two new lovers in our lives, no, it doesn't matter at all," Kathryn said, putting her forehead together with Cori's. "I want our first time with them to be special, like it was between us; can we wait to take their virginity in our own bed, the same place you took mine?"
"I'm okay with that, but don't you think we should ask the girls?" Ben said.
"I'm just so happy we were right about you, anything you say is fine with me!" Michelle said, still hanging onto him.
"That sounds so romantic, how can I say no? I just hope we can get there soon!" Cori said almost panting.
Kathryn: "Having them with us is going to make the mission to the school tonight interesting."
Ben: "Well, we take them back to the hotel, climb in bed with them, put them to sleep, then go do what we need too. We can let them wake up naturally once we get back."
About that time, Senator Forsythe came out of his study and whispered something in the girl's ears. Their eyes clouded while he talked to them, and stayed that way as he pulled back, winked at Ben and Kathryn and headed for Walter and Glenda.
Very shortly, the girls seemed to come back to them, and they were more lovey than ever. All pretense of 'serving' them stopped as the girls all but hung off of Ben and Kathryn.
Ben: "Melissa, it looks like you have two temporary sisters here. As soon as we get them back to base, I'll want to see if we can restore them. I'd bet their families have given them up for dead by now."
Melissa: "They are very pretty. I agree with you that it will be difficult to let them go. But we have to remember; as they are right now, they're dangerous to us. It was people like them that hurt Chris and Diane."
Diane: "We're getting a room set up for them in our wing, love. Once we have their DNA and fingerprints, it should be easy to find their families."
Kathryn: "Thank you sweetheart. I know this isn't them, but I know I'm going to miss them. Maybe we can look them up in a few years, and see how life is treating them.
Ben: "We can work all that out later, lovers. Let's get the girls back to our hotel; it's getting pretty late as it is. I want to get this evening's real business taken care of."
Ben felt more than heard the general agreement to that. The hurried
excuses to their hosts that followed were laughingly accepted, and the
four of them piled into the limo for the trip back to the hotel.