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Absolute Power - 4
by WarLord (warlordwrites@yahoo.com)

***

Abraham Lincoln said it best: "Nearly all men can stand 
adversity, but if you want to test a man's character, 
give him power." See how young Billy handles this test 
as he confronts the others who have their own power. 
(FFm-teen, bi, inc, oral, mast, bd, mc, sci-fi)

***

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

Chapter 4

My eyes opened. I was in an altogether delightful 
position, spooned up against Angel's back, with Bailey 
tucked tightly behind me, her hand lightly resting on 
my hip. My hard cock nestled against Angel's athletic 
butt, while my hand cupped her breast, with my face 
buried in her blonde mane. 

Raising my head slightly, I glanced over to see a wide 
awake Diana still in the penalty chair. I sat up in 
bed, waking my two companions. Okay, I admit I'm not 
very good at this whole punishment thing. Pointing at 
Diana, I said quietly, "Please release her, I'd like 
her moved to the bed with the leather cuffs."

Watching Angel and Bailey work to release her, I 
realized that Diana's thighs were wet with her arousal. 
They each took one of Diana's arms, leading her across 
the hall stretching her supine on the bed. Bailey was 
cuffing her wrists while Angel cuffed her ankles. As 
they began to tension the ropes, Diana requested 
drastically tighter, of course, while I countermanded, 
telling them to slacken. 

When they were done, I stood at the foot of the bed, 
staring at Diana, naked, stretched into an 'X', spread-
eagled by the ropes' pull. I had seen pictures like 
this on the Net, but in person it was awesome. I 
realized that I was stroking my hard, drooling cock 
while ogling her exposed, helpless, and to my eyes 
altogether vulnerable body. 

Overwhelmed by my thoughts, I crawled up the bed 
between her legs, stopping with my knees against her 
butt. I kissed Diana with my tongue deep in her mouth, 
then lowered my head, licking and sucking her engorged 
nipples. I was feeling powerful as my hands encircled 
her slim waist, while my cock rubbed up and down her 
wet slit. Diana's hair lashed back and forth as she 
wailed in frustration. She pulled against the ropes, 
but was unable to impale herself on my cock. Bailey 
held my cock at Diana's center as I entered her in one 
deep stroke, still holding her waist in my tight grasp. 

Diana screamed as her first orgasm overtook her; in my 
runaway excitement, I fucked into her helpless body, my 
hips slapping into hers as our pubic bones smacked 
together. Diana continued screaming and wailing with 
each orgasm. My cock grew as I drove deeply into her, 
holding my cock buried, and sprayed my cum into her, 
triggering her own massive orgasm. Diana screamed 
loudly, going rigid, pulling hard on the ropes, flexing 
her body in a bow off the bed as her cunt spasmed 
around my cock, drawing more cum from my balls. 

Diana collapsed in a heap as I lay on top of her, 
exhausted, kissing her tenderly. My softened cock fell 
out of Diana, accompanied by her tiny whine of 
disappointment. I rolled to the side, as Bailey cleaned 
Diana's cunt of our juices, while Jennifer Angel licked 
my cock and balls clean.

I stood next to Diana's bed, kissing her goodnight as I 
covered her with a light blanket and tucked a pillow 
under her head. She looked up at me saying in all 
seriousness, "This is hardly punishment, Billy."

I smiled down at her, saying, "You're restrained by 
those cuffs, Diana."

She smirked as she nodded. I continued gently, "Get 
some sleep. You have to work in the morning."

Diana nodded as she quietly said, "Yes, Sir. Master 
Billy. Thank you, good night, sir."

Taking Bailey and Jennifer by the hand I led them back 
to the big four-poster bed. I was soon spooned behind 
my Angel while Bailey held my cock in her warm hand. I 
smelled the vanilla scent of Angel's hair as I held her 
breast; I was asleep when my head hit the pillow. 

*****

Not seeing the familiar confines of my bedroom. I woke 
up disoriented, holding an unfamiliar breast, feeling 
breasts against my back. I lay quietly in my confusion, 
finally recognizing that my memory hadn't been a dream. 

Gentle kisses on my neck and shoulders, accompanied by 
Bailey's mild voice, welcomed me to wakefulness. I 
rolled on my back, with Bailey and Angel tucked under 
my arms, cuddling. My contemporaries never discuss 
cuddling, but it has much to recommend it, especially 
with two such beauties 

Bailey was kissing my cheek as she whispered, "We 
released Diana before we woke you, Master."

I nodded, "Good. She should go to work today if 
possible."

Bailey continued as she lifted her head to speak in her 
deferential tone. "Do you wish to speak to her before 
she leaves for the office?"

I grinned. "Yes, please, but after my shower if she 
doesn't have an early morning appointment."

Bailey nodded. "Of course, Master. As you wish."

I smiled broadly as I realized that in this house it 
was literally true. 

*****

I was standing under a cascade of water in Diana's 
sumptuous bathroom. Huge, ostentatious, and filled with 
every conceivable luxury this bathroom had it all! 

Best of that all was my Jennifer Angel washing my hair 
with a deep scalp massage, while Bailey thoroughly 
washed my body, starting with the soles of my feet. 
Just as enjoyable, I returned the favor, washing both 
of them. I found washing their long hair to be another 
unexpected erotic adventure. 

The gym class braggarts never mention showering or 
cuddling in their graphic sexual conquests. In a flash 
of insight I realized; they were as virginal and 
inexperienced as I had been before today. Either 
complete liars, or exaggerating some hurried, 
unsatisfying coupling for their audience of gullible 
boys. 

While I was musing, Bailey and Jennifer stepped out of 
the shower, then turned on the horizontal side sprays. 
The pounding water utterly relaxed me. Finally, Angel 
gently pulled me out of the shower, then thoroughly 
dried me, with substantial cotton towels heated with 
the towel warmer.

Bailey returned with a long, hooded robe of thick 
organic cotton. They had postponed their own morning 
rituals to see to my comfort. I knew from observing my 
mother, aunt and cousins that Angel and Bailey had much 
to do this morning to feel comfortable about going out. 
Smiling, I said in a relaxed manner, "Thank you for a 
marvelous wake-up. I'll find my own way to the kitchen. 
Both of you please take the time you need to get ready 
for our day together."

After the thoroughly addicting kisses from them, I 
padded down the stairs and into the kitchen, to find 
Diana, dressed for success, standing at the counter 
with her laptop on the countertop. She was chewing a 
corner of toast while reviewing e-mails. When she 
realized I was in the kitchen, her posture changed 
abruptly as, dropping to her knees, Diana began again 
tearfully asking for my forgiveness for her 
transgressions. 

I shook my head. Mommy Gwen never dragged out my 
punishments; why should I be any different?

I gently pulled her to her feet, kissing her into 
silence as I said evenly, "That's over and done with, 
Diana."

Diana smiled, wiping her eyes as she thanked me. She 
began bustling around the kitchen, offering me coffee 
and juice, apologizing for making me wait and generally 
reminding me that I was master here. 

I sat on one of the high swivel stools at the curved 
breakfast bar, sipping my orange juice, while Diana 
served my toast and coffee, then hovered until I told 
her to go back to her laptop. She kissed me, licking 
the toast crumbs off my lips before returning to her 
task. 

I had just poured myself another cup of coffee when 
Diana erupted, "God damn it to hell. Fucking weasels. 
What the fuck did they do?"

I spun the stool around to face her. She was cursing 
loudly and pounding on the marble counter top as I 
asked her coolly, "What's the problem, Diana?"

She turned to face me, holding the counter top, her 
anger subsiding as she breathed deeply, visibly trying 
to calm herself as she asked evenly, "Master, do you 
know what 'The Fair' is?"

I nodded as I answered slowly and calmly, "Yes, Diana. 
It's the State Fair. You don't have a state fair where 
you're from? 

Diana shook her head as I continued, "I LOVE the fair! 
Our state fair is a nine-day exposition on two-mile 
square grounds next to Ag College on the edge of Lake 
City. Started as the statewide agricultural show over a 
hundred years ago, the culmination of eighty county 
fairs. Retains that rural farm flavor, adding urban 
cultural aspects. For those nine days, state fair 
grounds become state's fifth largest city."

She was surprised by my ready answer as she asked 
quickly, "Master do you also know what a 'Machinery 
Hall' is?"

I shook my head, saying softly, "Sure its not hill 
Diana? H-I-L-L! Machinery HILL?"

She swiveled back to her screen, exclaiming, "You're 
right, Billy. I thought it was a typo."

Now she swung back, looking deeply confused as I 
replied, "Part of that rural farmland agriculture 
heritage, Diana. Open air lots, with displays of 
tractors, trucks, lawn mowers, and construction 
equipment - in short anything requiring room out-of-
doors to demonstrate."

Diana nodded curtly as her jaws tightened. She began 
pushing the words out with grave difficulty. "The 
weasels in the office set me up. Mega Chem's 
Agricultural Division has a display to be installed on 
this Machinery goddamn Hill. Whatever or wherever the 
fuck it is. A 'very elaborate, expensive coming 
straight from headquarters report to the CEO' exhibit. 
My division, being closest, is responsible for 
implementing this important showing. I'm answerable for 
what is rapidly becoming a train wreck because my 
weasel cock sucking managers dumped all the details on 
my desk with every solitary fucking one now claiming 
ignorance." 

She took a deep shuddering breath as she grabbed my 
shoulders and concluded loudly, "I don't know about any 
of this bullshit and I just received an e-mail with the 
CEO's cell phone number asking for a complete fucking 
report."

Diana suddenly realized that she was shouting and 
gripping my shoulders. Startled she released me looking 
positively aghast then stepping back hurriedly until 
her butt hit the cabinets behind her, babbling her 
apologies. 

Shit, this being in charge can be hard work. Fucking 
Otto! I had to calm her. I covered Diana's mouth gently 
with my fingertips, while looking deep into her green 
eyes, saying slowly and clearly, "Calm down, Diana." 

It was an astonishing transformation -- her expression 
and body language changed instantly. With her suddenly 
relaxed posture, Diana now had a tentative smile as she 
lapsed into silence. I looked at her in wonder at the 
sheer suddenness of the change. 

We needed to get our shit together. Still making eye 
contact I asked her quietly, "How bad is this really, 
Diana?"

Diana stood for a moment with a calculating look, then 
responded coolly, "They picked a good one, Master. This 
is very bad. If this exhibit goes in the shitter I 
could very well be gone."

I stood listening as she continued, "I absolutely must 
be in the office today. While I'm busy with my 
transition 'take over' duties plus sorting out which 
asshole is responsible for this fair fiasco and getting 
them moving, the trucks and workman converge at this 
'fairground hill machine' place today at noon -- long 
before I'll ever be ready for them. When it all falls 
off the table this afternoon, my boss and his boss are 
going to hear every fucking gory detail. Then I'm going 
to hear from them."

She looked aggrieved, saying in an almost inaudible 
voice, "And I haven't even been here long enough to 
FIND this fairgrounds place."

*****

Jennifer Angel was driving the 600 dressed in her 
workout togs, tiny short shorts and a belly shirt. We 
were on our way to her house for a change of clothes, 
then to mine. Not that I objected to Angel's outfit; 
quite the contrary, the view was awesome. 

Today was casual day for us, with Bailey wearing a 
tight pair of stone-washed black jeans with a light 
green boy beater shirt and cross trainers. We would be 
going the fairgrounds today, to hopefully sort out 
Diana's exhibit crisis. 

Still wearing my clothes from yesterday, I was sitting 
in the plush leather passenger seat next to Angel, with 
Bailey behind me playing with the hair just above my 
collar. My backpack was between my feet, with that big 
German pistol zipped into a side pocket. The files and 
other items from Otto's lab had been unloaded at 
Diana's. 

We were quickly at The Pines, pulling into the driveway 
of the outsized, two-stall garage for Jennifer's luxury 
townhouse as she began explaining while we climbed out 
of the Benz. "This is a side by side, double house with 
a two stall garage on the one side butted up to the two 
stall from the next double house with one common wall 
on the other. The garage buffer on one side means we 
have privacy and quiet with only one close neighbor. 
The garages are tall, with attic storage. The solid 
line of buildings circles the property, forming a 
hollow square; this interior courtyard is quite 
impossible to see from the street."

We nodded as Angel went on, "The quadrangle with its 
pool, spa, exercise room, picnic shelter, running 
track, etc is only accessible through one of these 
owner townhouses. This very secluded privacy has 
resulted in the whole interior court becoming 'clothing 
optional.' What that means is the folks using the pool 
and spa or tanning are nude with a scattering of partly 
clothed people in the picnic shelter or barbeque and a 
bit more clothing on the groups in the exercise area 
and on the running track."

Bailey began to giggle, as I probably looked as shocked 
as I felt. Angel grinned as she unlocked her door, 
inviting us into her home. Bailey, still giggling, 
asked, "How can this whole complex be made into a 
nudist camp, Angel?"

Still grinning broadly, Angel stood in her entryway as 
she explained, "The association bylaws have been 
amended to make it 'official'. Plus the association 
bylaws require a unanimous acceptance vote by current 
members before any purchase agreement can proceed."

I smirked. I can imagine that it didn't take long for a 
yes vote, after they got a good look at Angel and her 
rather impressive 'attributes.' Angel continued, "The 
residents of The Pines are typically young with all but 
a tiny minority unmarried. They're adrenaline junkies, 
many of them working at Lake County Regional Medical 
Center in the emergency room, trauma center, intensive 
care, or operating rooms."

Angel continued as we nodded, "The residents are into a 
good time, for instance, end of the week at The Pines 
is always a bash. Friday and Saturday nights in the 
summer are pool party and we all blow off steam. Otto 
loved this place, and I'm sure you will, too, Billy."

I nodded as we walked in. Angel took us on a quick tour 
of her luxury four bedroom townhouse. She cleared up a 
question for me as she showed us Otto's room, saying, 
"Otto stayed with me often even though he owns a very 
nice home on acreage north of here. When you're ready, 
Billy, I can drive you to what Otto called 'The Farm.'"

She pointed to the desk, concluding, "The keys are in 
his desk drawer."

I pulled open the center drawer for a quick look. There 
were several key rings but I left them. I swung open 
the closet door to find more than a dozen long guns in 
soft leather cases leaning against the closet wall. 
More Otto surprises we would have to save for later. 
And what about this farm? Later, definitely later. 

Sending Jennifer Angel to dress, I sauntered down to 
her kitchen. Bailey served me coffee that I sipped, 
while staring out the sliding glass door. We didn't 
have to wait long before Jennifer joined us, with a 
bulky duffle bag over her shoulder, as well as pulling 
a wheeled suitcase. She was dressed in her 'painted on' 
denim low rise hipsters, paired with a short, pink 
satin, spaghetti strap camisole top. Angel was exposing 
a lovely expanse of her flat belly above and below the 
navel. Did I mention not wanting a distraction? Thought 
so.

Bailey was cleaning up our negligible mess in the 
kitchen. I grabbed the duffle bag and pointed at the 
suitcase, saying, "Bailey, please bring her suitcase 
out to the Benz while she locks up."

Angel slipped into her running shoes as I led the way 
out the door. I was becoming anxious about what I would 
find at my house. What had Otto wrought?

*****

We drove along my tranquil suburban street as I became 
increasingly agitated. It dawned on me that I hadn't 
been worried about Gwen until this morning. Otto's 
programming had likely prevented any such thoughts 
until they broke through today.

Angel pulled in our driveway, rolling up to our 
attached garage. The house, garage and yard all looked 
so normal. I shook my head. Get a grip, Billy! Otto 
used mind control not a phaser cannon.

Loitering in the car, I was trying to avoid entering 
the house as long as possible, totally at odds with my 
unfocused anxiety. Finally, I opened the car door, 
stepping out on the driveway. Bailey leaned over the 
seat to grab my backpack, while Angel shooed me toward 
the front door. 

Only seconds after the car doors slammed, the front 
door opened wide, with Mommy Gwen appearing on the 
front stoop. I ran into her arms, hugging her. She was 
kissing me in a most unmotherly way, as I discovered 
that Gwen was dressed (sort of) in one of my dress 
shirts, one of my completely unbuttoned dress shirts 
being all she had on. 

My fingers confirmed her undressed state as they 
floated up and down caressing her perfect body under 
the shirt while our lips never lost contact, our only 
oxygen shared back and forth. Jennifer poked me 
lightly, saying in a quiet voice, "Master you may want 
to take this inside."

I looked around, not relinquishing my embrace of Gwen, 
to see my Angel and Bailey trying to block any view of 
our impassioned greeting. I grinned, while Gwen giggled 
as she said, "She has a point, Billy. The front step is 
a little 'public' for this."

Bailey giggled as she chimed in with her agreement. 
"Yes, Sir, especially when Jennifer and I join in."

I laughed now, saying, "Yeah, that would tend to draw a 
crowd..."

Looking around I continued more seriously, "...And a 
crowd of nosy neighbors avid for scandal would be a bad 
thing."

Gwen took my hand, leading me inside, continuing to 
hold my hand as she dragged me to the first floor 
master bedroom. Okay, perhaps 'dragged' inaccurately 
conveys reluctance on my part to accompany her. 

The bedroom was dim, windows covered with room-
darkening drapes. The gas fireplace offered the only 
illumination, its flames giving an erotic glow to 
Gwen's body. I reached for Gwen and again I was lost in 
her lips, my hands traveling over the idyllic body I'd 
lusted over, seemingly forever. 

Suddenly, I feel hands on me as Bailey and my Jennifer 
Angel intervened, undressing me then positioning us on 
Gwen's big bed. Gwen is lying on her back. I kneel 
between her legs staring at her mesmerized. She reaches 
between her legs, runs her finger through her wet slit, 
and then sucks the juice into her mouth with obvious 
relish. I hear a loud groan, and then realize it's me. 
Gwen grabs her thighs, pulling them back to her chest 
and spreading them widely. She smiles at me through her 
long legs, her face half obscured by her blonde mane. 

I grabbed her smoothly muscled thighs and put my cock 
at her center, leaning forward. Making eye contact with 
my mother as my lips touched hers, I drove my hips 
forward. Our joining was immediate, with eyes, mouths, 
and genitals touching all at once. 

Gwen held my hair, kissing me repeatedly as she used 
her every muscle, meeting my thrusts. Soon Gwen's long 
legs were held up along my chest as I plunged into her.

Gwen screams loudly as her orgasm engulfs her, with her 
convulsing body triggering mine. As I howl my spasming 
completion, I collapse bonelessly, my full weight on 
her. 

Gwen's arms and legs went around me holding me a she 
kissed me, crooning into my ear, "So good, baby. So 
good for mommy," over and over as I relaxed in my 
mother's arms, my fingers tangled in her hair.

Gwen grinned at me, as she nodded to the side. I looked 
over, to see a naked Jennifer sprawled on her back, 
with Bailey kneeling between her thighs. Bailey's 
fingers and tongue were busy, with Jennifer floating 
from one peak to another. Finally, with a loud scream, 
she reached her limit, pushing Bailey away as she lay 
twitching with aftershocks. Bailey looked over at us, 
smiling happily, her face glazed with Jennifer's 
juices. 

Gwen and I both laughed, which is a quite marvelous 
feeling, with her sheathe still surrounding my half 
hard cock. I rolled us to the side, holding her, gazing 
into her loving eyes. After my sexual heat cooled I 
felt guilty and apologetic saying softly, "Mother, 
I..."

Gwen covered my mouth interrupting me as she said 
firmly, "No more, Billy, from now on I am Gwen and you 
are Master. I wanted this just as much, maybe even more 
than you, my baby. Now, Master, it is long past time 
that I talk to you about your father. I saw him on 
television today." 


Continued in Chapter Five...

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