Chapter 33

"So, you're going where?" Adele asked her son as she prepared breakfast for her family and guest.

"Over to the clubhouse," Randy replied. "They asked me to help out with that guy."

"I suppose you'll have sex with somebody while you're over there..."

Randy glanced around; Brie and Pietro were in the living room watching cartoons. "Yeah. It's part of the deal."

"What about MY deal?" Adele snarled. "Promises were made! I think I got more from Dirk!"

"Jeez, I didn't know it was a problem!" Randy replied, taken aback. "I'll say something to somebody..."

"Well, I'm used to doing without, but I thought..." Adele blurted. "On the other hand, not that I'm complaining, but you boys, well, you're not men, you know?"

"No? I thought we were better," Randy replied, surprised. "More endurance, stuff like that."

"Yeah, that's probably true -- but you're boys..."

"What's different?"

"I don't know. You still have some manners, maybe. I miss stupid things -- cigar smoke, dirt, rough hands..." Adele gazed off into the distance.

Randy looked dumbfounded. "Okay..."

"Your father was his own man, in some ways. Even his mistakes..."

"So, you like cigars?"

"Not really -- not in the house. But your father didn't give them up just because I wouldn't allow them in the house..."

Randy shook his head. "How are you on grease? Motor oil?"

Adele cocked her head and stared at her son, "What the Hell are you talking about?"

"Never mind."

Meanwhile, Fernando's day of misery marched forward on heavy feet. The three harpies watched him eat, then pronounced that he stank and would have to be cleaned up. Initially, this sounded like a good idea to Fernando -- but the plan as implemented started with him receiving two enemas! Cold water in his half-empty guts chilled him to the bone -- not to mention the horrible cramps! Then they announced that it was time to wash his exterior, but first... "I have to pee," the skinnier of the harpies announced and squatted over his face as he lay on the tile after collapsing there at the end of his second enema expulsion. Fernando tried to move, but the enemas had leached all of his energy; the harpy pressed her womanhood against his mouth and punched him in the stomach -- and urine poured into his mouth while he gasped for breath. "Drink it, you sumbitch, or I'll hit you again!" she screeched -- and Fernando did as he was told, retching. When it was over, he curled up in a ball and cried like a baby -- and that's where they washed him, spraying him with cold water from hand-held showers and pouring dish soap on him. Fernando couldn't work up the energy to care. When it was over, he was a human ice cube; mercifully, they gave him a couple of towels, then chivvied him, crawling, back to his hole behind the curtains. They stuck him in that thing again -- the wooden piece of furniture that held his head and wrists -- leaving him on his knees. Fernando cried himself to sleep while being held captive by the device.

"Well, THAT was a morning's work!" Candace announced when the trio was upstairs, drinking coffee.

"Yes, it was. Exhausting," Marta agreed.

"Let's get you some fresh bandages," Beth told her. "Drink your coffee and we'll get you a hot shower and I'll redo your bandages -- you need to look as fresh as a daisy when you're messing with his head!"

Randy wandered in about then, and Candace glanced at her watch. "You're early! Well, actually, we're late. We just worked Fernando over pretty hard, so there will be a delay, Honey. Can you pop back in an hour or so?"

"Yeah, sure..." Three naked women drinking coffee...

"This is Randy?" The bandaged woman from the other night stood and presented a hand. "I am Marta. Thank you for your help."

"Hey, no problem."

"I plan to thank you more formally -- Toby tells me that you are aware of this."

"Yes, Ma'am."

"I hope you will enjoy it."

"I'm sure I will. Toby said he did," Randy mumbled.

"Oh, good!"

"Um, speaking of women getting to, uh, enjoy themselves," Randy said, "Mom is gettin' antsy, if you know what I mean. It's been a while..."

"Oh, really?" Candace looked surprised.

"Yeah, I didn't really think she was that into it all..." Randy mused, "but she's all crabby and came out with it this morning. She was talking about wanting an old guy..."

"Hasn't she been seeing Frank Pendergast?" Candace wondered aloud.

"They did that a couple of times, but it didn't seem to go anywhere," Toby filled in. "I think Louise went to see him last week -- and Jiang Yi was there last night."

"Oh." Both Candace and Beth looked a little dazed. "I wonder how that went," Candace muttered.

"Yeah, me, too," Toby mused.

"And Martin?" Beth wondered aloud.

"Jean." Toby supplied the answer. "Hank called me this morning. That's something I don't really want to mess with."

"No, of course not," Beth patted her son's hand. "We're fresh out, Randy. I'm sure we can round up a young guy, but older ones..."

Randy turned a pointed gaze on Robert, who shook his head. "I'm busy. Regularly." He eyed Beth.

Randy shrugged. "Well, I've got an idea -- I'll let you know if it doesn't pan out. In the meantime, though, can I lie a little? Can I tell Mom someone is a member who isn't?"

Beth cocked her head, eyeing Randy, but let Candace verbalize it. "Why?"

"She might roll over if she thought this guy was a member -- but probably wouldn't if he just showed up."

"Use your judgment, Honey," Candace said carefully. "She's YOUR mother."

"Cool. I'll be back about noon?"

"Perfect," Candace confirmed. Randy waved and left.

Toby, his interest piqued, decided to call Rick. "Hey, do you know how Teela's dad and Jiang Yi did?"

Rick snorted. "Well, it wasn't obvious to me, but Teela seems to think it went just about perfect! Frank told her to come back tonight, and Teela seems to think he's gonna have her move in or something. I don't know about that -- they're both pretty weird -- but Teela could be right."

"Wow! No shit?"

"No shit. From what I could see, Poppa Frank treated Jiang Yi like shit, but she didn't seem too upset about the whole thing..."

"What was that? Jiang Yi wasn't upset?"

"Nope."

"Teela might be right. Historically, Jiang Yi ALWAYS has SOMETHING to bitch about! If she wasn't raising Hell, then Poppa Frank must have found her off button -- and I think it's inside her pussy, somewhere!" Toby chuckled.

"Well, if you're right, I've got other worries. Teela seems to think we ought to take on Sonya as a third..." Rick related.

"Well, it'll keep her out of trouble," Toby opined.

"I don't think Sonya GETS in trouble," Rick retorted, "but I don't want her to start now!"

"As long as you're working WITH Teela and not AGAINST her, you'll be fine!" Toby laughed. "Stop worrying!"

"That's easy for YOU to say, there, Superdick!" Rick groused.

"Man, Sonya is actually too small for me -- not that you ought to worry. You ought to see the dick on Maddie's dad -- pitiful!" Toby related.

"Hey, whatever..." Rick grunted.

"Keep us posted," Toby hung up.

"Was that what it sounded like?" Beth asked.

Toby nodded. "Poppa Frank and Jiang Yi may have hit it off."

"Probably a good thing," Candace opined, "for both of them."

"Yeah, probably."

When Randy pulled up at the junkyard, the work day there was in full swing; Ed didn't notice him for a while, being hard at trying to locate the left front fender of a 2003 Audi and an assortment of starters and alternators and tie rod ends. Eventually, though, Ed looked up and recognized Randy. "Hey, what're you doin' here? How's Tab?"

"She's fine," Randy replied. "I came to talk with you about something sort of related -- got a minute?"

Nobody had busted through the door in the past ninety seconds. "One, maybe." Ed glanced around, worked the latch on the soda machine and handed Randy a Coke, taking one for himself. "What's up?"

"Been getting any?" Randy asked.

"Nope. Was gonna call Tab -- things are gettin' urgent."

"Been anywhere else?"

"Nope. Tab likes it bareback, and havin' a decent source of the good shit makes it worthwhile to stay safe."

"Ever think about trying something else -- something a little older? Maybe a little better looking?" Randy asked.

"Well, there's Hallie Berry..." Ed grinned around his cigar. "I'm number thirteen thousand, six hundred twelve on the waiting list."

Randy laughed. "What about something a little easier to get?"

"Well, hey..." Ed rumbled. "What's up? Stable too full?"

"Yeah, something like that."

"This won't get me in shit with Tab, will it?" Ed grunted.

"No. We keep her busy. I think she got laid yesterday or the day before -- that puts you behind!" Randy grinned.

"Yeah, guess it does," Ed grinned wryly. "Just because I'm keepin' it in my pants for a sweet young thing don't mean she has to for me..."

"Well, you knew she was doin' other guys," Randy pointed out. "We still run that -- she isn't exclusive. Hell, you were gonna pimp her, remember?"

"Yeah," Ed grunted. "Guess I got stupid and romantic."

"She's a little young," Randy pointed out. He fished a picture of his mother out of his wallet. "What do you think of this?"

"Nice jugs," Ed grunted, scratching his stubble. "Better lookin' than Tab -- and more my age -- but does she fuck?"

"She does all right, I hear," Randy replied. "I can't say personally, but I know guys who can."

"Okay, so?"

"So I need to get her hooked up. She's getting bitchy."

"An' you come to ME?" Ed scratched his head. "You gotta be kiddin'!"

"Nope," Randy insisted. "She said she was looking for a man -- boys -- I dunno -- lack something."

"Yeah, but..." Ed stared at his cigar.

"Her old man used to smoke cigars. She won't let you, in the house -- but she likes the leftovers, she says," Randy offered.

"Well, okay, but..." Ed shook his head. "What am I supposed to do? Show up with flowers?"

"She's in the group, Ed. She's supposed to fuck who we tell her to. I'll just tell her to fuck you. I was thinking I'd tell her you're in the group -- then she'd do whatever you told her to."

"Still..."

"She was whining about it this morning and when she described her dream man, you came to mind..." Randy shrugged.

"Sounds more like a nightmare," Ed grunted. "I wouldn't look twice at me if I was her."

"She won't have a choice," Randy replied. "Once you've been in it a couple of times, she'll WANT to look twice!"

"Yeah, well..." Ed eyed the picture, looking dubious.

"You close at five, right? I'll come by at seven. Just get a shower and throw on a clean coverall or something -- don't get stupid about it," Randy told him.

"Awright, but..."

"Hey, if it doesn't work, I'll get you Tab, okay?"

"Awright."

Randy left Ed looking at his mother's picture.

Jean made breakfast at the Garber home, with plenty of assistance from Maddie and Hank -- and Martin. The situation regarding Maddie's father was discussed -- without detail as to how he was being handled. Martin expressed concern...

"A man like your father has secrets. One of those secrets could be his way of escaping whatever is being done to control him," Martin warned.

"You are right, Sir," Maddie agreed. "Papa keeps a journal -- and he has a safe and I know he has things in his office that don't seem to belong..."

Martin and Jean shared a glance. "Your father might be the type to keep mementos of his success -- trophies from the times he has beaten someone or caused their downfall."

Maddie looked thoughtful. "Yes, I'm sure you are right."

"That journal could be a gold mine full of information about his activities," Martin pointed out.

"Martin, that's an invasion of privacy!" Jean erupted.

"It may also be unearthing evidence of criminal activity, among other things," Martin replied blandly. "This is not a nice person -- have you seen what he did to this young woman's hind end? By all accounts, he is a shifty character -- they will need every bit of insurance they can obtain."

"It's blackmail!" Jean protested.

"Isn't worrying about that a little like the pot calling the kettle black?" Martin retorted.

"I guess." Jean subsided.

"We should go to your house right after breakfast," Hank told Maddie, "and see what we can find!"

"I would expect your father to have investments that your mother knows nothing about, among other things," Martin told Maddie. "You should look for evidence." He turned to Hank. "Isn't Toby the electronics genius?"

"I'll make a call..." Hank agreed.

"Hello? Oh, hi, Hank," Toby answered on the second ring. Hank related their needs and concerns, and Toby assured him that he would provide them. "Try not to get seen going in," he added. "I'll meet you out back of their house." Closing the phone, Toby turned to Marta. "Hank says your husband keeps a journal."

"Yes."

"He seems to think that it might be full of blackmail material. He also thinks that your husband might be hiding money somewhere."

Marta nodded. "This is all possible with Fernando."

"Okay. I'm going to meet Hank and Maddie at the house and see what we can find. Do you think he will have much in his computer?"

"He might, but he distrusts computers," Marta replied. "He will have a ledger somewhere. I know he has one, but I do not know where he hides it."

"So much the better," Toby replied, nodding. "Could you bring me your purse? I need to know your bank account and credit card numbers. Do you bank online?"

"Fernando handles the finances," Marta replied. "I have a checking account -- and it never has much money in it. And, no, I don't bank by computer."

"You will, starting later today," Toby told her. "And it will probably be with a different bank than the one your husband works for. He can't be allowed to run the household finances any more, obviously..."

"Yes, I see that."

Toby asked Marta for a raft of personal information at that point, promising to assist her with getting organized once everything was set up. "With luck, we'll find all of his hidden accounts and transfer them to you -- and we'll chase down as many of his secrets as we can, since any one of them could potentially damage you -- but any one you know about will help you to control him," Toby pointed out.

Beth nodded. "The more blackmail material you have, and the more you know about what he's been up to, the better off you are."

Candace agreed. "Your husband probably has a lot of secrets -- but he was arrogant, wasn't he? I bet he thought no one would ever catch him at anything. That will make our job easier -- but we'll probably never find everything. Still, if we find enough, you should be safe..."

"Do you want me to go with you?" Marta asked.

"No, you have a full day ahead of you," Toby grinned. "We'll call if we need anything -- but if you have some ideas..." They discussed possible hiding places in Fernando's office, his personal information, and several other matters, and Toby got in his car and left.

Frank's phone rang. "Pendergast."

"You like Korean food, don't you?" the female voice on the other end asked without preamble.

"Yah."

"All that stuff does is burn off your taste buds with pepper sauce, but..." Jiang Yi muttered. "I bet you don't like Thai."

"Too sweet, usually."

"I have an idea."

"I trust ya." Frank hung up. Jiang Yi frowned at the phone, but didn't erupt. The dishwasher and the busboy shared a glance; both of them still had all of their skin and it was nearly noon...

Randy arrived, and the women prepared for the next act; Robert had left somewhat earlier, since Beth seemed to be fully engaged. The women briefed Randy upstairs before taking him down and fitting him with a voice distorter and a mask. "You can remain silent and let Marta run things," Candace told him, "but it would help if you taunted him some about his cock and the fact that you were enjoying her. Fernando has prejudices that we're playing to, here -- I hope you don't mind..."

Randy nodded. "I get it."

"You don't have to go to orgasm, but if you make him suck you -- before and after -- it will humiliate him further," Beth added.

Randy merely nodded, glad HE wasn't the target here...

"You don't have to go overboard," Candace cautioned, "You're just the first -- well, the second -- of a long parade of men Marta plans to humiliate Fernando with. Don't feel like you have to hit everything." Patting him on the shoulder, Candace walked him to the curtain, where Marta was waiting. Marta took Randy's hand and led him into the room, holding it until after they were in Fernando's field of vision -- but Fernando was asleep, so they had to get his attention, something that Marta did by soft slaps to his cheek. "Wake up, Fernando, I want you to meet someone!" she snapped.

Fernando raised his head, blinking. Marta was standing there, holding the hand of a heavyset young black male. "What?" he croaked.

"This young man was in on our rescue the other night," Marta told Fernando. "You should thank him -- oh, wait a minute -- he was rescuing us from YOU, wasn't he?"

Fernando groaned. This wasn't going to be pleasant...

"I'm going to reward him for his efforts, Fernando -- and you're going to help!" Marta announced brightly. "Since up to now you've controlled the household finances, I really can't give him any monetary reward, but we've worked something out..." She reached down and fondled Randy's hardon.

Fernando got it on the first pass; Marta was going to have sex with this black boy! Right in front of him! Somehow, he couldn't dredge up surprise after the previous night. "No," he groaned, "Please..."

"Oh, come on -- I haven't even told you how you're going to help yet!" Marta rolled her eyes theatrically. Addressing Randy, she added, "That massage table looks nice -- do you think it is easier to move it or to turn this thing?" She pointed at the pillory.

"Dunno..." Randy didn't want to give Fernando much to go on for voice recognition, even with the distorter -- but the sound it made raised his confidence level. "The table is easier, I think."

"Would you move it over here, then?" Marta asked. "Thank you so much! Maybe you should turn it a few degrees..." They settled on placing the table before Fernando at a fifty to sixty degree angle -- with Marta looking at things from here and there, fussing with it, deliberately goading Fernando. The final setup would let her lie on her back and look a bit to her right to watch Fernando while providing Fernando with that absolutely necessary view of a black cock cycling in and out of her womanhood. When they were set, Marta crossed to Randy and took his cock in her hand, exclaiming, "Oh, he's gone down a bit! All that work moving things... That won't do! Fernando, suck the man!" And she led the black boy over and waved his semi-erect cock in Fernando's face.

Fernando grimaced and tried to move his head, but he had limited motion. Marta slapped his face and said, "Behave yourself, or I'll find something nasty to tighten around your useless little balls! Now suck!" Then she purred to Randy, "Hold his ears or something, Sweetie -- make sure he gives you proper service!"

So Fernando opened his mouth, and the cock went in; after all, it wasn't even close to the first time. The black boy took no prisoners, shoving his meat in deep and making Fernando choke and demanding a serious effort, "Come on, you know how to do this. You've got one of these, I hear, even if it isn't very big..." He held Fernando's head in what was apparently the most comfortable position for him and used Fernando's mouth, sliding his glans between his lips for a bit, then snapping his hips to go deep and choke him before backing off again...

"Don't cum in him, he doesn't deserve it! Are you hard again, Sweetie?" Marta called from the table. The black boy muttered a yes and backed out of Fernando's field of vision, revealing Marta lying on the table, masturbating while she looked at him. "Come here then, and let me pleasure you," she told the black -- but her eyes never left Fernando's.

It went on for maybe ten minutes, from the moment the boy climbed onto the table, knelt up, and made a production of inserting his manhood into Marta's vagina until his ass stopped pumping his cock into her and the white goo of his seed foamed from around the juncture of Marta's womanhood and the black's cock. Fernando tried to look away a couple of times, but Marta would call him on it, sharply -- and besides, it was strangely compelling, watching the boy pound into her like a metronome. The sounds were wonderful and terrible; they would have been wildly exciting if it weren't Fernando's woman and a stranger -- Marta reached her peak twice under the boy's pounding attack. Fernando got an erection and kept it the entire time -- and it was just one more humiliation...

Marta cooed and told the boy what a wonderful lover he was, making unfavorable comparisons with Fernando -- which was to be expected, but added to Fernando's pain, anyway. The boy got down from the table and came across the room -- and Fernando knew what was coming even before Marta ordered imperiously, "Clean him up, Fernando! Suck our juices from his manhood! Thank him for being more of a man than you'll ever be!" The boy shoved his gooey cock in Fernando's face and it became clear that Fernando could suck it clean or have it smeared all over his face. Resignation set in and Fernando did as he was bid.

Marta got down of the table, holding a hand between her legs, and circled behind to squat beside Fernando. "Oh, look! You're hard! I just KNEW you would enjoy this!" And she masturbated his embarrassing erection while he sucked the boy's slowly subsiding cock. Knowing what she was doing to him didn't keep Fernando from sliding over the edge into a masochistic state where he began to enjoy the mental anguish and helplessness. Fernando's psyche had cracks in it in the first place, left there by the abuses of his childhood; the pressure of the past few days was fracturing the glued-together pieces. Marta masturbated him until she could tell an orgasm was imminent, then stopped and waved Randy back. "Help me get him out of this thing and onto his back," she directed Randy. Randy did most of it himself; Marta wasn't much help because she was holding back the flow from her vagina with one hand.

Fernando, well aware that struggling was useless and sore from being positioned in the pillory, rolled over obediently onto the mat when released, too exhausted to raise his arms to fend off Marta as she squatted over him to drip semen onto his face. "Clean it up! Get it all! You will learn to love this!" She leaned forward enough to resume masturbating him and he licked her womanhood clean of the flow of her juices and the black boy's seed. The only pleasure he ever got came while he was being abused and humiliated, so he focused on the pleasure and accepted everything that came with it. The black boy put restraints on his slack arms and attached them to a chain, raising them -- and Marta leaned back against them, using them as a backrest and producing blazing agony in his shoulders momentarily before getting up -- then she turned and stuck her gooey palm in his face for him to finish the job of cleaning her up. The boy puzzled his way through attaching Fernando's ankles to a spreader bar which was attached at one end to a bolt in the floor, then stood; Marta took the boy's hand and led him from the room, waving back at Fernando as she disappeared through the curtain. Fernando just watched, expressionless; he had nothing left.

"Great show, kids!" Candace congratulated the pair when they returned upstairs. "Amazing!"

"Do you think he can go nuts from all this?" Randy asked.

"He already was, Honey," Candace assured him. "Toby called while you were downstairs. Fernando's journal is some kind of manifesto -- it's full of horrible things he's done to people who even looked at him cross-eyed! Don't feel sorry for HIM!"

"Still," Marta sighed. "I'm drained. Soon the fire of my anger will burn out and I won't be able to keep up the pressure..."

"He's pretty fried," Beth told Marta. "I don't think he's going to have any will to resist very soon -- if he hasn't lost it all already. I think he's starting to get off on the abuse and humiliation."

"Do we want that?" Marta asked.

"Yes -- especially if we put you in place as the only person from whom he can get gratification," Beth told her. "But you really need to think about all of this. He's probably better off in jail -- and that book of his may contain enough evidence of illegal activity to get him put away for a long, long time. If it does, you have a choice -- you can run the risk of living with him, even in his broken state with blackmail and abuse hanging over his head, or you can send him to jail and not worry about him."

"What would YOU do?" Marta asked.

"Me? No question -- I'd get him thrown under the jail!" Candace replied.

"I might like the excitement of worrying what he was going to do next for a while," Beth murmured, "but eventually, I'd do the same thing." Marta nodded, and Beth asked, "Do you love him?"

"No, but I'm used to the fear and the obedience..." Marta husked.

"I like it too, Sweetie -- but you can find someone who only does it because he knows it gives you a tingle," Beth told her.

Marta nodded. "I will think on this. Now I need to rest."

"I think we ought to slop him again," Candace opined.

"Yeah, maybe. He went without for quite a while and we haven't fed him a lot. Let's water him and see if he needs to pee and such -- then we can come up with something suitably disgusting and nutritious..." Beth grinned.

"Do as you will," Marta waved it off. "Call me when this Fred arrives." She staggered off toward the bedroom, but looked back. "Randy? If you would like to rest with me..."

Beth stepped up to whisper in his ear, "She needs a cuddle -- can you do that?" Randy nodded and stepped up to take Marta's hand and they left the room.

Louise hadn't bothered to leave Rico's as of noon. She wanted to cement their relationship -- and besides, Rico was an excellent cocksman! Louise hadn't had her fill in some time -- and Rico was more than happy to oblige, to his limits, so she just stayed there in bed with him until they were both sore from overindulgence. Then she cleaned up, avoiding the detritus of bachelorhood while she showered and washed him when he joined her. Finally, they got in Rico's car and Louise directed him to Carpenter's after stopping for breakfast in a diner on the way.

Candace looked on their entry and drawled, "Such timing! Fred will be here in an hour or so."

"Oops! What for?" Louise asked.

"The latest installment in taming Fernando," Candace replied. "More of what you and Rico did last night. Beth is downstairs harassing him but getting some food and water down him so he doesn't collapse. We washed him up and gave him a couple of enemas and breakfast this morning -- after making him eat every pussy in sight -- then Marta and Randy put on a show for him."

"So he's had a full morning!" Louise laughed.

"Oh, yes. We're going to see if Fred can teach him to love dick, then Marta will probably chase down someone else to cuckold him with. After that, I'm not sure what else we can do."

Louise thought about it. "He doesn't know he's on video, does he?"

"No..."

"Why don't you put a little TV in there and let him enjoy the whole show? Give him some slack so he can play with himself, and he'll probably rub himself raw..."

"Oh, you have an EVIL mind!" Candace laughed. "Hadn't you better hide your car?"

"Yeah, I guess. Maybe I should leave for a while. I'll go home and change and stuff while Fred's playing, then come back -- how's that?"

"Works for me," Beth replied. "Then you'll take the night shift?"

"Sure." Louise led Rico out. "Want to come back later, Baby? Say, six or seven? We can double-team Fernando again and laugh while he jerks off..."

"I'll bring beer!" Rico laughed. The pair got into their separate vehicles and left the scene.