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This is a work of fiction any similarities between the 
characters, events, or locations in this story and 
actual locations, events, or people are purely 
coincidental. (c) 2005 Warlord
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Absolute Power - 2 
by WarLord (warlordwrites@yahoo.com)

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The continuation of Absolute Power. (FFM, bi, exh, mc, 
bd, sci-fi)

***

Chapter 3

Jennifer Angel patiently sat back on her heels. I was 
lost in my reverie. Eventually, coming back to the 
present, I found myself looking into Angel's adoring 
eyes, surrounded by her halo of platinum hair. 

I smiled at her as I said gently, "I guess that stuff 
goes with us as well, Angel. See to it, please."

Angel sprang to her feet, pulling a capacious Zero 
Halliburton wheeled metal case from behind the office 
door. She was carefully stacking the laptop, disks, and 
journals in the case, as I warily pulled open drawers 
on Otto's desk. The contents were uniformly 
unremarkable -- pens, pencils, and post-it notes. Well, 
the bottom drawer did include the Bianchi X-15 shoulder 
holster and several boxes of Remington Golden Saber 
jacketed hollow point ammunition. By now, I was pretty 
much inured to Otto's little surprises. 

I stood up, slipping into the holster, with the heavy 
leather strap over my left shoulder. I clipped the 
holster to my belt as I looped the elastic over my 
right shoulder. Picking up the P-38 and inserting a 
clip, I racked the slide, chambering a round, then 
rolling the safety down just before I inserted it in 
the holster.

Standing behind the desk, wearing the holstered gun, I 
was amazed at how heavy and bulky it was. Nobody in any 
of those action movies I saw seemed as encumbered as I 
was. Just another case of Hollywood lying!

Walking to the hangers outside Otto's office I picked 
up a Mega Chem Labs windbreaker. Putting it on and 
zipping it a bit did an admirable job of concealing the 
holster. If I was going to be armed on a regular basis, 
we would definitely have to find a better, um, that is, 
lighter, more compact firearm. This big, heavy gun was 
hardly the ideal solution. 

Otto's sudden need to flee was disquieting. I was 
becoming more and more convinced that my now extended 
family and I were in some peril, dictating my having a 
gun of some sort handy. 

I walked back into the office, dropping the additional 
clips in my windbreaker pockets, then handing the extra 
boxes of ammunition to Jennifer. She swiftly stacked 
them in the wheeled case, then looked up at me, 
gesturing to the case. I nodded, and she closed it up, 
wheeling it out of the office. I stood, contemplating 
the poetry in motion that was Angel traversing the 
laboratory, on her way to load the metal case in the 
Mercedes. 

After refilling my coffee cup, I wandered through the 
lab, my steps surer now, coming out of my Otto-induced 
befuddlement. Back in front of the lab's office, I was 
greeted by more world-class kisses from Angel; time was 
suspended, lost in her arms and lips.

*****

The staccato rapping of Diana's high heels announced 
her return. She quickly joined Angel in my arms, 
kissing me. Two beautiful women were sharing my lips, 
kissing me in turn. Lips brushing my cheeks, neck, and 
ears, while they politely waited their turn at my lips. 
Their tongues licking my lips and teeth, as they 
allowed mine full rein.

My pulse was throbbing, with my hard cock pressing at 
my khaki slacks, my arousal leaving an unmistakable wet 
spot. Diana started to lower my zipper. I reached down, 
staying her wrist. My action surprised all three of us. 
The hard pulse of my stimulation was flushing more of 
the soporific out of my brain. With this newfound 
clarity feeding my disquiet, I decided we needed to 
move along. 

Smiling, I slowly shook my head, saying in a soothing 
tone, "Not now ladies, we can play at Diana's."

They both nodded happily. With kisses for me, Jennifer 
and Diana were adjusting each other's clothing, while I 
tried to make my rampant cock a bit less obvious. 

*****

As we were getting ready to leave, I turned to Jennifer 
with a question. "Angel, Otto knocked me out with 
something that smelled like almonds and I was down for 
the count. Did he leave any of that stuff and the 
dispenser?"

Jennifer nodded as she walked back into his office, 
pulling open a file drawer. She smiled happily as she 
retrieved something. She carefully set a heavy, gold-
decorated Waterman ballpoint pen in my open palm, 
saying, "Otto has his own built into a heavy signet 
ring. This was one of his spares."

Jennifer pointed at the pen's decorative design as she 
explained, "That's the safety. You slide it and then 
you push there and the aerosol delivers from this end."

Only by looking very carefully could you see the tiny 
opening in the end of the pen. I uncapped it to 
discover that the ballpoint worked just fine. Jennifer 
held up a gold cigarette case decorated with same 
design as pen. She flipped it open to reveal cigarettes 
and a thin gold lighter. Then she manipulated a hidden 
catch and the cigarettes hinged aside to reveal a row 
of one-milliliter hypodermic syringes, each filled with 
amber fluid, as she continued, "This is the antidote 
for the spray. One subcutaneous injection awakens you. 
The second ends the effect. Without the injection, the 
subject is under for a couple of hours. The effect 
lasts about twenty-four more."

Diana and I both nodded. Diana asked calmly, "Would it 
be better if one of us administered that spray, Master. 
Then if it blows back in our face you're still awake, 
protected."

Jennifer giggled as she said, "Good point, Diana. We do 
need to protect our Master, but not in this case. He is 
quite immune to all these drugs as are we. For that 
matter anyone of his slaves with the permanent 
imprinting is immune to these lesser drugs' various 
effects."

Diana smiled as she said, "You're quite well informed, 
Jennifer. That will be very helpful to our master."

I glanced at her with some concern, but the tone wasn't 
sarcastic and her expression was serene. Jennifer, 
taking no offense at all, smiled as she replied, "Yes 
Diana, Otto told me simply everything about everything. 
The drugs help me remember it all but with an added 
compulsion against me ever revealing anything without 
Otto's permission. Billy cleverly figured out how to 
secure that permission."

I grinned as I pointed at the lighter. "Does this do 
anything besides light cigarettes?"

Jennifer looked serious as she replied, "Not that one 
Master, but somewhere around here is a Zippo that Otto 
designed to shoot tiny darts that immobilized the 
subject allowing Otto to administer a follow up drug or 
simply flee. Would you like me to find it, Billy?"

I just stared at her, shocked speechless at Otto's 
machinations. 

Diana interceded, saying, "I'll help you look, 
Jennifer. We need to make sure our Master Billy is well 
protected."

*****

I was still blown away by Otto's toys; like this Zippo 
lighter, a souvenir from the 1964 World's Fair, with 
that fair's Unisphere globe on its case. 

The cigarette lighter part still worked, now fueled by 
a tiny butane reservoir. Deep in the Zippo's chimney 
was an almost invisible tube, that used carbon dioxide 
to propel a half-inch long needle with feathered bases, 
having an almost miniscule payload of one of Otto's 
wonder drugs. The lighter's magazine held eight darts, 
ready to be fired rapidly one-after-another as soon as 
the hinged cover was flipped open and the safety 
released. 

The Zippo went in my windbreaker pocket, the pen 
clipped in my shirt pocket, and cigarette case in the 
back pocket of my khakis

We stood next to the two cars as Diana provided 
directions to Bear Paw, the gated golf community, to 
Jennifer. Diana stood by the open door to her BMW 760 
Li Sedan, looking at me expectantly. It dawned on me 
that she was awaiting my permission. 

I asked, "Do we need anything else, Diana?"

She shook her head as she replied, "No Master, I mean 
Billy. I'll lead the way if it's all right with you. 
Will you be riding with Jennifer?"

I nodded with one last admonition, "Let's go then, 
please, but no speeding. I don't want any official 
notice."

Diana quickly replied, "Yes sir, no speeding."

She looked a little disappointed.

I climbed in the Mercedes Benz 600S with Jennifer. She 
eased out of the parking place to follow Diana who was 
already at the parking lots exit with her blinker 
flashing impatiently. Jennifer giggled. "Good thing you 
told her not to speed, Billy."

*****

Diana was far ahead of us and quickly out of sight. I 
saw Jennifer's apprehensive look and I commented, 
"Don't worry Angel, I can get us to Bear Paw. Mommy 
Gwen and Auntie Grace regularly play a round of golf 
there with friends from Gold's. I've had to play sober 
cab often enough to know the way."

Jennifer smiled gratefully as she continued her careful 
passage of the dark, deserted streets. Sinking back 
into the soft leather seats, I pulled my Marlboros out 
of my backpack, loading them into my new cigarette 
case. I shook one out, tucking it between my lips, and 
lit it with the cars lighter. I cracked the passenger 
window, although the Benz's luxury ventilation system 
was doing a commendable job of dissipating the smoke.

My smoking was perhaps the one rebellion of my entire 
life. Gwen made it a short-lived one. I started out 
swiping her cigarettes. She swiftly put an end to that, 
not by admonishing me, but simply by buying a carton of 
my newly preferred brand when she bought hers. 

As our ride glided through the murk I quietly finished 
my cigarette, trying not to think too much. 

*****

We rolled up to the security gate at Bear Paw to see 
Diana standing next to her 'Bimmer' with her index 
finger jabbing firmly into the chest of the guard. We 
could hear her raised voice over the engine noise of 
both vehicles as Diana cleared up any confusion he 
might have over our need for unfettered access. 

It was only moments and he was handing Jennifer a 
laminated vehicle pass to hang from the mirror, a gate 
opening transponder, and an envelope containing key 
cards and number codes for the gates keypad station. He 
stood next to the open gate, at quivering attention as 
Diana climbed back in her car and led us into Bear Paw. 

We drove along the wide boulevards, among the outsized 
estates of this exclusive community, passing the Club 
House that gave access to their very own Jack Nicklaus-
designed golf course. 

We turned a corner following Diana into a cul-de-sac. 
With a blip of her throttle she pulled into the 
driveway of an immense Tudor mansion. Diana was out of 
her car, gesturing us along the side of the house and 
behind, into a garage stall. Then Diana pulled up 
behind us. I climbed out to find a concerned Diana 
wringing her hands saying:

"Master Billy, I'm so sorry. I like to drive too fast, 
and quite forgot that I was not supposed to speed. I'm 
very sorry, Sir."

Diana was contrite as she stood there with her head 
down, so different then her stance at the guard shack. 
Jennifer tactfully interrupted to ask, "Billy, shall we 
unload the car now?"

I shook my head saying, "Not right away, Angel. Maybe 
bring along my backpack, but otherwise lets go in and 
get settled. Alright Diana?" 

Diana smiled more happily as she led us to the back 
door of her new home. We entered a spacious kitchen 
through the mudroom. The kitchen was filled with the 
best of modern culinary equipment, mostly in pairs. 
Broad marble counters held every imaginable kind of 
appliance, with the crystal stemware and fine china 
displayed in glass-fronted cabinets. 

We walked around the breakfast bar, and past the round 
table with its twelve place-settings. The table fit in 
one corner of the roomy kitchen, overlooked by the 
outsized bow windows. I gestured to Angel to drop my 
pack on one of those chairs.

Diana led us through the French Doors into the formal 
dining room, with its elongated table graced by several 
silver trays holding sterling serving pieces.

Looking past the vast table into the living room, all 
filled with furniture, decorations and art. I turned to 
Diana with a question. "This is all quite 'moved in.' I 
thought you just got here?"

Diana smiled cheerfully as she replied, "MCL's 
relocation office found this house and a decorator for 
me. Almost everything you see here was provided by that 
decorator who I supervised by looking at pictures or 
watching videos then trading e-mails and phone calls as 
each room came together."

I grinned at the state that decorator must have been in 
after any one of those 'supervisory' phone calls from 
Diana as she continued, "We were in a much smaller 
townhouse in my last posting. We left most of the 
furniture right there for the next owners. The few 
furniture pieces we kept, plus our personal items, even 
our cars, came here by moving van, arriving Monday. 
Bailey organized the move in while I tended to final 
items before flying in today to take over this 
division."

Jennifer continued to explore the vast rooms, with 
Diana following. I sat down on one of the leather 
couches in the conversation, grouping facing the 
fireplace in the great room. As I sat, my big pistol 
shifted. I reached under my arm, moving it to a more 
comfortable position. Jennifer and Diana both looked 
over with some concern. 

I asked Diana, "You own a gun, Diana?"

She answered enthusiastically, "Yes, sir, Master. A 
Glock model 35 in .40 caliber loaded with Winchester 
Silvertip hollow points. It's upstairs next to the bed. 
Do you want me to get it for you?"

I shook my head as another question occurred to me. 
"Diana, your companion. Bailey, is it? Where is she?"

Diana now replied in an off-hand manner, "She's 
upstairs in the bedroom. She's holding her greeting 
position until I release her..."

Then Diana's face wore a look of confusion for just a 
moment; it cleared as she continued, "Though from now 
on, Master Billy, it will be up to you to decide how 
you wish to be greeted, and by who."

I was incredulous as I asked, "She's been upstairs 
waiting all day?"

Diana saw my expression and was quick to answer, "Oh, 
no, Sir. Once Bailey completes her few tasks for the 
day she has the run of the house, Master. When she 
hears my car, she is to go to the bedroom and assume 
her greeting posture."

I nodded in understanding as I said, "So that added 
throttle you gave your car as you were pulling in, 
letting the exhaust bark was a warning for her?"

Diana smiled. "Yes, Sir."

Then she smirked as she continued ruminatively, 
"Although, if Bailey feels it been too long since she's 
been disciplined, she will ignore that. Part of the 
game is, if I feel a need for a punishment session, I 
will sometimes park some distance away, catching her 
completely by surprise." 

I was shaking my head as I contemplated their 
relationship. My porno surfing showed me many odd, 
unusual, even kinky sexual liaisons. I just never 
expected to see one like this in real life, and never 
ever thought I'd be a part of one!

*****

I finally roused myself off the couch, saying, "I'm 
beat, ladies. Let's find a bed so I can get some sleep. 
Although with everything that has happened, I'll 
probably have insomnia."

Jennifer giggled as she patted my arm saying, "We'll 
just have to relax you then, my Master."

Yeah, that was relaxing; not! Diana led the way up the 
broad, curving staircase. She threw open the double 
doors leading into the master bedroom suite. I walked 
into a huge room, dominated by the massive bed, 
surrounded by its steel four-poster framework. My eyes 
were captured by the figure kneeling next to that vast 
bed. 

A petite brunette, her hair streaked with pale 
highlights reaching far down her back, in a red 
transparent mesh baby doll, knelt on a thick satin 
cushion. Her butt settled back on her heels, with hands 
resting lightly on her wide spread thighs Diana 
pointed, saying simply, "Bailey Weller."

Bailey nodded silently in greeting. I'll have to admit 
there was something about having a beautiful woman 
kneeling, awaiting my instructions, that was instantly 
arousing! Before I could say or do anything, Jennifer 
stripped, kneeling next to Bailey, with a naked Diana 
joining them only an instant later. Gazing at the three 
of them, kneeling, and only an arm length away, was 
already beyond any possible fantasy I had ever 
imagined.

Diana suddenly spoke up, "Master Billy, I'd like to 
request my punishment now rather then later."

I looked at her in some puzzlement, asking, "Um, 
punishment, Diana?"

She nodded vigorously as she spoke forcefully. "Oh, 
yes, Master. For my failure to release you promptly and 
my speeding. I need to be punished." 

I glanced over, to see Bailey and Jennifer smiling and 
nodding slightly. This was quite outside any of my 
experience; I needed some help that was for sure. I 
pointed at Bailey. She sat up straighter thrusting her 
breasts forward as she said, "Yes, Master?"

I grinned at her little display as I said, "Bailey, 
please show me the sorts of things that Diana used to 
punish you."

Bailey fairly leapt to her feet as she grabbed my hand 
leading me into the next room. I walked in and saw 
something that looked like punishment stocks, an odd X-
shaped cross on the wall, and a huge medieval rack in 
the center or the room, all surrounded by weird wooden 
furniture with unusual padding, cuffs and chains. 
Hanging from the walls was a collection of numerous 
whips, paddles and canes. 

I was nonplussed, shaking my head at this display. I 
turned to an obviously disappointed Bailey, saying, 
"It's too much, too soon for me. I may never be into 
this like you and Diana. What kinds of things did she 
do that weren't quite so um severe?" 

Bailey giggled as she said, "Come with me, Master."

Across the hall was another bedroom. This one had a 
queen-sized bed exactly in the center of the room, with 
four heavy leather cuffs connected by thick soft ropes 
to each corner. Bailey pointed next to the bed, to a 
weird-looking heavy wooden chair as she explained, 
"This is my restraint chair. It has sheepskin lined 
leather cuffs to hold wrists and ankles as well as 
forearms and thighs to the chair. The chair back is 
completely cut away as is the seat. This allows access 
to torment the person being punished while they are 
completely unable to move."

Bailey sat in the chair demonstrating the wide spread 
and helpless posture. My arousal was building as I 
asked her, "What kinds of tormenting things?"

Bailey smiled as she remembered, "One of her favorites 
was to have me restrained in this chair next to our 
bed. Diana would go out and pick up another woman. I'd 
have to watch their lovemaking all night being totally 
frustrated. Then in the morning..."

I snickered at that story. This sort of punishing I 
could do. Seemed altogether appropriate to punish Diana 
just like she punished Bailey. I picked up the chair as 
Bailey led me back into the master bedroom. Bailey 
quickly knelt back in line as I set the chair just 
inside the open double doors. 

Diana's eye's got big when she saw the chair come in 
the room. I silently pointed at Diana then at the 
chair. She slowly moved to it and sat down. I said:

"Bailey, Jennifer... please buckle her in."

They moved with alacrity to make up the myriad of 
cuffs. Well they were tying her up, I slipped out of my 
windbreaker, hanging it over a nearby chair, then slid 
the shoulder holster off. I opened a deep drawer in the 
bedside desk, where I placed the pistol, still in its 
holster. Diana was quite trussed up by the time they 
were done. I rapidly lost interest in Diana, as my 
Jennifer Angel and Bailey pulled me toward the big bed. 

Bailey was kneeling while Angel stood, both of them 
undressing me, kissing and licking any of my newly 
exposed skin. Bailey kissed the head of my cock, then 
took it in her mouth, teasing with gentle suction and 
soft licks. I was harder then I can ever remember 
being. My fingers tangled in her long brunette hair 
when, suddenly, without any warning, my balls turned 
inside out as I came, my throbbing cock spraying in her 
mouth. 

I trembled all over from the intensity of my orgasm as 
I gasped, "Sorry Bailey, I didn't..."

Bailey cut me off as she licked her lips with obvious 
relish. "No problem, Master Billy, quite alright. I 
love how you taste."

Angel was kneeling on the bed, pulling me into her 
kiss, as I realized that I was still hard. Climbing up 
on the big bed, I pulled Jennifer Angel into my arms, 
kissing her as my fingertips caressed her naked body. 
Bailey helped me settle Angel on her back, with me 
kneeling between her widespread thighs. 

I couldn't wait even one more second! 

Leaning forward, I kissed Angel deeply as Bailey 
positioned my cock at her center. Bailey pushed on my 
hips, as Angel raised hers to meet me. I slid in 
slowly, totally engulfed by Angel. My cock swallowed by 
her body until our pubic bones touched. I lay on top of 
Angel, unmoving, kissing her lips, chin, cheeks, and 
neck as I caressed her face and hair. 

Angel's body caressed my cock in an astonishing 
fashion, until I began to move in tiny strokes, then 
longer and deeper, my hands at her thighs now, holding 
her as my hips slapped hers with my cock's every deeper 
penetration. 

Bailey continued to kiss and caress us, as Angel's 
ankles locked behind me with her hands urging me on. 
Angel screamed as her cunt spasmed around my cock, my 
orgasm following hers an instant later, my spending 
deep inside her causing yet another, even more intense 
orgasm for my Angel. 

I collapsed bonelessly, my full weight on Angel, as she 
hugged me close with arms and legs wrapped tightly 
around me. Angel was cooing tenderly in my ear, as her 
lips softly caressed my face. 

Bailey rolled us on our sides as she gently separated 
us. I lay on my back, holding Angel's hand as Bailey 
licked me, cleaning my cock and balls with her lips and 
tongue. Eyes closed, I relaxed with my fingers 
unhurriedly stroking Bailey's lustrous hair as she 
settled her cheek on my thigh. As my breathing and 
pulse slowed, my frantic thoughts stilled.

Continued in Chapter Four...

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