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Chapter 17
Joan's fingers trembled as she buttoned the last button of her blouse.
She was trying her best not to show exactly how nervous she was, and thought she
was doing rather well. Really, it was ridiculous! Here she was, a grown woman,
freaking out about a meet-the-parents thing. Oh well, time to go.
"Joan," said Eric for the hundredth time as they drove to his parent's
house,"you have nothing to worry about!"
"Eric, what makes you think I'm worried?" asked Joan in a voice that had
carried her through countless difficult business deals.
"Oh, please," said Sally. "You can't hide it from us. I'm sure it'll
be just fine."
Joan realized that was true. She couldn't hide it from them. In fact,
no matter how hard she tried, she'd found it impossible to hide anything from
these two. It wasn't like they pried or anything, but they always, always
seemed to know her mood, even if sex wasn't involved. It was pretty scary, when
you got right down to it.
Brunch was lovely. And wasn't that a cliche, thought Joan to herself,
if ever there was one. But the truth was, it looked lovely. Davyn and Helen
were the soul of courtesy, and did everything they could think of to welcome
what was clearly soon to be their new daughter-in-law into their home and their
lives.
The food had been excellent, and the conversation even better. Joan
mentioned how good the food was, and Helen smiled.
"I have to confess, we had it catered. I mean, I can cook -- although
Davyn can barely burn water -- but there's no way I could compete with Sally's
expertise in that department! Hence, brunch, courtesy of Evan's."
Joan was impressed that they'd gone through the trouble, and said so.
"Nonsense," said Davyn. Then, taking the opening that she'd created, he
added, "Nothing's too good for family."
Joan's hand shook a little while reaching for her orange juice, but
otherwise she thought she hid her sudden terror well. Not well enough, though.
"Davyn, you're about as subtle as car a crash." Helen put her hand on
Joan's, and smiled. "Joan, don't let my husband scare you."
"No, no, it's fine, er... I mean I'm fine, really," protested Joan.
"Nonsense," said Davyn again, moving the conversation forward with all
the grace of a rampaging pachyderm. "You're nervous, and I just thought it was
time you stopped being nervous. Helen and I think you're a wonderful woman, and
we're looking forward to getting to know you."
Eric was holding his head in his hands, and Sally had a wry grin on her
face.
"Well, Dad," she said, "I'm so glad that your amazingly subtle
conversational skills kept this from being an uncomfortable talk."
Her grin grew wider at the 'what'd I do?' look on Davyn's face.
Not to be deterred from his path, however, Davyn started to say
something else, but Helen kicked him under the table.
"Ouch!" he said in surprise. "What the hell did you do that for?"
Everyone broke up laughing, except Davyn. He sat there looking
surprised, but inwardly was relieved that his wife had found a way to get his
foot out of his mouth, so to speak. Once everything calmed down, Eric spoke up.
"Look," he said, "all joking aside, this is a decision that we have
made. We think it's right for us, and we hope to have your blessing, or at the
very least hope that you're not going to go nuts or anything."
"We're not going to go nuts," said Helen, "but Davyn and I are a little
unclear where you three are going with this. Or do you even know?"
"We know," said Eric.
At this point, he was unsure how to tell them about the fact that their
faith would allow them all to get married. But that was for later. They hadn't
even broached the subject with Joan yet.
"Davyn, Helen," said Joan, "I know that this is a pretty unusual
situation. I don't think that we ourselves know where it will lead us, but I do
know that we're ... we're very much in love. Not only that, but I've fallen
quite hard for your little grand daughter as well."
Davyn nodded. "Relationships are funny things. If this works for you,
and you handle the situation with Christine, as she gets older, without screwing
the kid up, then I'm all for it."
Helen nodded her agreement. Then asked, "Have you thought of what will
happen if you want more children?"
"That's not an issue, for me, at least," said Joan. "I'm too old to
have children."
Joan was unprepared for the astonished look on Davyn and Helen's faces.
"Too old? You're kidding, right?" asked Helen. "I mean, women are
safely having children into their forties! You should have no trouble at all."
Now it was Joan's turn to be confused. Had Eric lied about her age to
them? Didn't they know how old she was? "Helen, I'm *in* my forties. I'm
forty-two, almost forty-three."
Now Helen was embarrassed. This woman looked, at the oldest, to be in
her mid thirties. She was usually such a good judge of age, but Joan looked,
well, amazing.
"I... I'm sorry Joan. You just look so much younger..."
Joan got the sense that Helen was not flattering her. Helen really had
thought that she was in her thirties. Sally and Eric both realized, as they
looked at their lover, that being with them had changed Joan. She looked
younger, glowed with a health that made her seem younger than she was.
The awkward moment was broken by Davyn. "Well, hell," he said, "If
that's the case, you oughta be with us! You're wasting your time with those
inexperienced youngsters."
Joan blushed, everyone laughed, and Sally and Helen jumped all over
Davyn (verbally, to his disappointment) calling him a perverted old man. Davyn
however, knew exactly what he'd done and winked at Eric who smiled back.
Once things had died down a bit, and they found out that Joan had a very
large, and at the moment, mostly un-lived in house, Helen asked when they'd be
moving out of the mansion.
"We haven't really talked about that yet," said Eric.
They hadn't, but he knew that there was no way they'd leave the mansion.
By this time, he was almost certain that Joan would become a Priestess and if
and when that happened, there's be no need to move.
"This is kind of new to us," said Sally, "so there are a lot of details
to work out. The mansion has more than enough room, and Ken has no problems
with us staying there. That was the original deal. We would stay there, I
would manage the house, and Ken would help Eric get his Masters."
"Not only that, but Bill and I have some really cool things in the works
which, once we market them, will be pulling in enough money so that I don't feel
like I'm taking charity," added Eric.
Joan blushed, but added, "I guess I should also mention that I own my
own business, which does fairly well. Money isn't really an issue, even if they
want to leave the mansion."
She suspected that leaving the mansion was not in the cards for any of
them, but was at a loss to say why. As a result, she didn't say anything about
it out loud. The rest of the brunch went very well. Joan even loosened up
enough to tease Davyn -- just a little bit. When they were at the door, ready
to leave, he took her hands in his and looked her in the eye.
"We want what makes our kids happy. If that's you, never doubt that
we'll always welcome you into our house," he said.
Joan smiled, once again somewhat embarrassed. She thanked him with a
kiss and they left.
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Genie and Bill had finally emerged from their room yesterday, and Ken
had never seen Bill happier. Seeing them together made Ken smile. On this
morning, the new Priestess found Ken once again flying his simulator. He paused
when she entered.
"Am I interrupting?" she asked.
"Nope," he replied as he spun in his chair. "What can I do for you?"
By her demeanor, he could tell that something was on her mind. She sat
down in one of the chairs and leaned forward with her elbows on her knees,
looking away for a moment.
"Bill came to me and mentioned that you needed to find some things out
about Arianwen's past," she said. "Have you told her what you're doing?"
"No," replied Ken. "I have reason to believe that her mother lied to
her about how her father died. I didn't see the harm in trying to find out the
facts. If her mother did lie and I don't think that it'll upset her, then I'll
tell her what ever information we have."
"Don't you think she deserves to know the truth, regardless?"
Ken thought for a moment. "I suppose. It's just that these last months
have been a real upheaval for her and Tina. But Ari, I think, had more
illusions about her mother than Tina did. So when her mom threw her out, it
hurt her more."
"Then why go hunting at all?"
"Because," he replied, "I have every intention of getting my pilot's
license. Currently, any time Ari even sees me at a simulator, she freaks out.
She thinks her dad died showboating in a small plane. As I said, I have reason
to believe different."
After a moment, Genie looked at him. "You asked me what I wanted to do
with my life. If I wanted to go to school or something."
Ken nodded.
"Well, I have no desire to go back to school. But I would like to
continue to learn."
"About what?"
"Oh, c'mon," she snorted, "Bill talked to you. You know I'm a total
math geek."
"Well, yes. But that was about all Bill told me. He said you were
private about your skills and didn't like to talk about them."
"That's true," she said. "Let me tell you a story."
"I've always loved math," she continued. "I never had any problems with
it, ever. By the time I found out that little girls weren't supposed to be good
at math, it was way too late. Wouldn't have mattered to me anyway. Numbers,
theorems, crypto, I love all of it. Naturally, I decided to major in math in
college.
"Once I got into a good doctoral program, math was my whole life. I
don't think I dated at all for almost four years -- not that I'd dated in high
school either. Too much of a nerd. But then I started working with one of the
top professors at the university on a project. It was odd, because while he was
considered to be brilliant, I never found him so." She laughed a bit sadly. "I
did find out why people thought he was, though. It's an old story. I was young
and impressionable. He was handsome and very smooth. My lack of experience
with men made me an easy target. He seduced me, and of course, little twit that
I was, I completely fell in love.
"We ended up working for some Washington think tank. They gave the
University a big grant. Based, of course, on my work. Thing was, only Bobbie's
name was on it. He said it was because I was such an unknown, they'd never give
us the grant if my name was listed as the primary researcher. " She chuckled,
"I wonder if they ever found out who was really doing the work? Anyway, the
government people weren't too bright. They never had a clue that his assistant
was the one behind all the great work that Bobbie was doing. I guess things
would have continued as they were, except that he never could keep his dick in
his pants.
"I found him with another woman, surprise, surprise. The funny thing
was, even back then, I knew I was bisexual. If he hadn't been such a complete
asshole, he might have even scored both of us. As it was, I overheard them
talking. He was laughing about how he was fucking me to get equations out of
me. It was quite clear that he really couldn't have cared less about me. But
without my work, the contract went nowhere.
"Of course, I agonized over this for days. Then I confronted him about
it. He tried to weasel out of it, but there was no way that was happening. I
had him cold. In the end, I just got disgusted and left. It was almost a year
later that I found out that the bastard had told them I'd tried to steal his
work and sell it. The feds had investigated, not that I knew that, but never
found anything because there was nothing to find. However, those fuckers never
forget anything and when I tried to apply for a government job, I was denied a
clearance. That was my first computer break in. Since they wouldn't tell me
why, I found out on my own."
Ken shook his head. He was sorrowed by how the bureaucracy was too
stupid to get its act together. Not surprised, but he was sorrowed. He
wondered how long it would take before the government -- hell, the entire
country -- came crashing down under the weight of the ever-growing amounts of
paperwork that covered everything.
"So, yeah, while I'd love to continue learning, there's no way I can get
a job doing what I'd love to do," she said. "But Bill ... has some projects
he's working on. And I've been helping with some of them. We both think that
there's a lot of money to be made, and we've been talking to Joan, Ellen and Kim
about how to set up a small company. I'm kind of jumping the gun here, because
I know that he wanted things more worked out before we told you."
"Why tell me at all?" asked Ken. "I don't have anything to do with the
company."
Genie smiled and shook her head. "You're a funny guy, sometimes. I
think I'll let Bill explain the why's and wherefores about this stuff.
Otherwise, he'll be annoyed with me."
"Okay," said Ken, wondering what they had up their sleeves. Something
sneaky, no doubt. "But where does that leave us with you trying to get the
Ari's info. Are you willing to do it?"
"Oh, yeah. Been on it for a few days. All I've found out so far was
that her mother's full of shit. Ari's dad was in the military -- that much I
know. He never even owed a private plane, even though he had a pilot's license.
But I've been unable to get the real records yet."
"The 'real' records?"
"Yup. He's dead, or at least I'm pretty sure he is, but the files
containing the public information are BS. I've seen them before and they're in
a database that, amusingly enough, is only for files that are a cover for
something," she grimaced. "To tell the truth, I might not be able to find out
the real deal. But I'll try."
"Why wouldn't you be able to get the info?" asked Ken curiously.
"Because anything that's really secure is on computers that aren't on
the Internet. Those computers are physically separated so that no one can hack
in. You'd have to get physical access to one. Plus, not even all computers
that have classified information are on the same network. It's all
compartmentalized. Hell, it's possible that it's not even on a computer at
all," she finished.
That was something to think about. He'd hoped to be able to help Ari
get over the small plane thing with the truth about her dad. But it appeared
that that might not be possible.
"Well, don't get caught please. With all the new anti-terrorist laws,
the last thing we need is to get caught doing something that's actually
illegal," he said.
"As if," she snorted. "Unless they've changed a whole hell of a lot,
the guys running security don't know very much. They depend on their paranoia
to keep them secure. You should have seen some of the bullshit that I had to
put up with when I was on their project. Hell, they inspected my calculator
just because it had a memory!" she laughed.
"Well," replied Ken, "couldn't you have, I don't know, put some secret
numbers or something in the memory?"
Now Genie really busted out laughing. "Good Goddess, Ken. It only had
15 digits. I could have just written down any number that was that important,
hell, I could have easily memorized it! Besides," she grinned as she stood up,
"it was a solar calculator. The memory went away when you closed the lid."
Chuckling with mirth, she left the room. Ken shook his head. He hoped
that the nation's security wasn't really in the hands of people that ignorant,
but considering what was going on in Iraq, he was no longer willing to bet on
it. It was clear that there were no "Weapons of Mass Destruction" there, even
to someone who didn't have access to all that secret information.
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"Payback time," said Ari as she approached her bound sister.
"Of course," smiled Tina. "Please, feel free!"
Ken and Gary were there, since Ken was following through on Tina's
request. She'd wanted her belly button pierced, and Ken wanted Gary there to
make sure he did it right. If he didn't, he could always pull it out and heal
the girl, but he'd rather not screw it up. Tina's belly button was perfect for
piercing, with just the right amount of flesh at the top.
At her request, they'd bound her tightly to one of the angled chairs.
Her legs were pulled high and wide, arms stretched over her head. Ari had
decided that she wanted to watch and 'help'. Help which had consisted of
tweaking her sister's nipples, rubbing her prominent clit and finger-fucking her
pussy and ass. Basically, driving Tina crazy, since Ken was not allowing her to
cum.
"I have no money to pay you with," said Tina to Ken and Gary, writhing
sensuously in her bonds. "Is there anything else that you'd take in trade?"
That little comment ended with Tina being plugged in her mouth and pussy
by two hard cocks, which pounded her pretty hard. She groaned, but managed --
barely -- to keep from cumming. She didn't have permission. The men had no
such restriction and happily pumped her full. Once Gary was finished with her
mouth, Ari took her place and, with permission from Ken, rode her sister to
orgasm. Then, she leaned down and whispered in Tina's ear.
"Remember this morning?" asked Ari.
Tina nodded, her eyes glowing.
"You game?"
"Yes," said Tina in a husky voice.
Ari repositioned her hips over Tina's face and slowly emptied her bladder.
Tina, while not as into the activity as Ari, still felt her arousal skyrocket.
Arianwen wasn't dominant enough to twig Tina's submissive instincts, but with
Ken and Gary there, she could pretend that they had ordered her to do this. And
that did get her off, in a big way.
And so, with a belly fully of her sister's warm pee, and while Ari
slowly licked Ken's cum out of her pussy, teasing her mercilessly, Ken applied
the clamp and pierced Tina's belly button.
The pain shot through her, more when he pushed the bar through then when
the needle had pierced her skin. Ken had told her she was allowed one orgasm,
and Tina had it when he slid the bar into the newly-made hole. She might have
held out, but Ari used her teeth, none-too-gently, on Tina's throbbing clit at
just the right moment, and Tina came hard enough to see spots.
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The household had a late dinner outside by the pool that evening. It
was absolutely beautiful out, and no one really wanted to stay inside. The
discussion was lively and the company wonderful. Aside from the current
inhabitants, David, Lenny, Ellen and Kim had joined them for dinner. Well,
Ellen and Kim hadn't actually left in several days. Even Sandy was still there,
although Karen had had to leave earlier in the day -- much to Sandy's
disappointment.
Ken looked over the people as he relaxed on the lounge. Then he frowned
and focused his attention more sharply. Each person had a slight glow around
them. Something like what he would have thought an aura would be. Each of the
Priestesses, and his only Priest, had a very bright glow, with Tina, Arianwen
and Jane's being very bright. Everyone else, those who Ken thought of as
Adherents, had a much dimmer glow, also brighter or dimmer depending on how long
and how closely they'd associated with the Circle. Yet another thing that he'd
have to ask Lea about.
It took a few minutes, but he found that he could shut off his awareness of
the glow and turn it back on. Useful, since seeing glowing people unnerved him
just a bit.
Eventually, everyone who didn't live at the mansion left -- with the
exception of Sandy, who was staying with Tina tonight.
"So, you like Karen, eh?" asked Tina with a smile as she slowly spread
oil over Sandy's back.
"Yeah, she's pretty hot," replied the woman.
If someone had told Sandy a year ago that she'd be playing Mistress to a
sixteen-year-old, then anticipating sex with a fifteen-year-old a day later,
she'd have told them to take a hike. However, that was exactly what had
happened.
Jane, for some reason, had brought out something in Sandy that she
hadn't known existed: the desire to hurt someone for their own pleasure. Sandy
liked her sex rough, always had. A vigorous fucking, with a nice firm grip on
her tits and nipples, was great. So was being held down and thoroughly pounded
by a nice, thick cock. But the things she'd done to Jane? No way. She was
actually ashamed at how she'd gotten off on hurting the other woman, despite the
fact that Jane had loved every second of it.
Come to think of it, considering the sort of play that Jane got off on,
it was amazing that there wasn't a single mark on her anywhere. Of course,
considering how fast she healed, perhaps it wasn't too surprising. Sandy
squirmed as Tina's strong fingers dug into her muscles, and she felt her pussy
getting wet from remembering what she'd done to Jane.
Then there was Karen. Sandy hadn't been anywhere near as hard on Karen
as she was on Jane, since Karen was only sixteen. But what an amazing ability
to cum she had! Karen had experienced clamps, wide butt plugs, flogging, a
crop, a cane, even intense suction on her nipples and came from all of it. Even
Ken, who had supervised a lot of their play, had been surprised.
Thing was, when Karen was eating Sandy's pussy, Sandy had cum so hard
that she'd almost passed out. Just the image of the teen -- whose elbows had
been strapped together and legs tied wide apart, below her -- made Sandy squirm
with renewed arousal. Karen had cum too, with Sandy lightly but relentlessly
tapping the crop on her defenseless clit while pulling on the chain attached to
Karen's nipple clamps and riding the girl's face.
That eager tongue had repeatedly speared Sandy's sloppy cunt, pushed
pass her anal ring, and lips and teeth had teased her clit to amazing orgasms.
Sandy realized that she'd had a lot of amazing orgasms since meeting
these people. They were all exceptional lovers. And that kiss she shared with
the woman who'd led the ritual? Absolutely shattering. Sandy wondered where
she lived. Even though she had the impression the beautiful redhead lived in
the mansion, she didn't see her very often. She'd have to make a point of
asking Ken about....
"Uh, ohhh, damn, that feels good," said Sandy, her train of thought
completely derailed by Tina's double assault on her ass and cunt.
"You're soaked," giggled Tina. "Thinking of something special?"
"Mmmm, not thinking of much of anything, at the moment," groaned Sandy.
How, at fifteen, had this girl learned so much about giving pleasure?
Everything about Tina was a turn-on. Her firm, tanned body. Her loving touch.
And especially how she smelled and tasted. Sandy, her eyes glowing with
pleasure, pulled away from the teen and flipped her over, kissing her hard.
Tina's response fired her lust even more. It was eager, yet somehow very
submissive.
"Would Mistress care to use a slave for the evening? I mean, since your
other one is away for the night," smiled Tina.
"Oh, so you're a slave girl, eh?" asked Sandy, taking both of Tina's
nipples and twisting them hard.
"I am right now," groaned Tina as her own arousal grew.
She submissively put her arms over her head, wrists crossed, and opened
her legs wide. Sandy felt herself literally start to drip. The small, dark
patch of hair under each arm was so very erotic. And since it was warm in the
room, Tina's skin was damp with sweat. Sandy loved the taste of sweat, and
began licking the girl's body, the scent and taste driving her mad with desire.
After Sandy had, rather thoroughly, used her tongue to bathe the teen,
Tina was wriggling like a puppy.
"Squirmy, aren't we?" asked Sandy, grinning.
"You could do something about that," replied Tina. "There are a few
things in that drawer there that might help."
There were indeed, and Tina was soon firmly affixed to her bed, spread
wide and available for Sandy's use. Tina's wrists were attached to the heavy
headboard as was each ankle, although her ankles were spread very wide. Then,
Sandy took some of the oh-so-handy rope and used it to tightly constrict Tina's
belly, then ran a strand of it down to the other end of the bed, thus keeping
the teen in place.
"Mmmm, you're getting really good at this," said Tina, her helplessness
making her pussy ooze thick cream. "There's a flogger that you might also like
in the bottom drawer, along with something else that I really like."
"Oh?" asked Sandy, literally trembling with lust.
When she opened that drawer, there was indeed a short flogger, just
perfect for the moment. Sandy took some time to carefully use it, reddening
Tina's skin from her neck down. Nothing was spared. Her breasts, underarms,
the back of her knees, thighs, feet and, especially, the wet junction between
her legs, were well whipped by the time Sandy figured out what the other toy was
that Tina was looking forward to.
"This?" asked Sandy, incredulously. "You've got to be kidding!"
"Please don't tease me like this, Mistress," panted Tina in a husky
voice. Sandy noted the girl was displaying some of the same outward symptoms
that Jane did when someone was playing rough with her. "Use it. I know it'll
hurt. It always does, but Goddess does it make me cum! Please, Mistress?"
Somewhere in the back of her mind, Sandy knew that she should maybe not
do this. However, the little voice that she was able to listen to while playing
with Karen was completely drowned out by the desire created by the Priestess.
Sandy fitted one end of the strap-on into her own pussy. It fit very nicely,
and once adjusted, it was obvious that it was going to rub her clit in a
delicious manner. It was the other end of this club that Sandy had worried
about.
It was huge! Longer than Master Ken and at least as thick, if not
thicker. Sandy couldn't know it, but from Tina's induction as a Priestess,
she'd developed a real fondness for very large cocks. As a Priestess, her body
would accommodate this desire easily, if not entirely comfortably. But Tina
liked an edge to her sex, and was discovering that a bit of pain really added to
the experience. Not that she was in Jane's class, or ever wanted to be, but she
was growing to really love the dual sensations.
Sandy gently nudged the thick rubber against Tina's small, drooling
opening. By the slight movement of her hips (all that she could comfortably
do), the teen signaled her eagerness. Finally, Sandy pushed the head inside,
her own desire soaring as it stretched the small, delicate lips.
"Ohhh," moaned Tina. "Goddess, that's good! Hard, hard! Push it in,
please!"
Sandy complied, sinking the huge dildo in Tina's body. The girl
screamed as she came, then continued to beg for more as Sandy drove them both to
orgasm after orgasm, until she was just too tired to continue. Finally, she
removed the instrument with a wet slurp, and set about removing Tina's bonds.
The girl, once she was free, removed the strap-on from Sandy's tunnel, lovingly
licking the other woman's cum from it, then moving her mouth to gently suck and
soothe the wet, swollen skin. Finally, they slept, damp bodies curled in each
other's arms.
Tina awoke, staring in the darkness. Sandy had rolled away and was
curled up on the other side of the bed. Someone else was in the room.
As she realized this, she also saw that it was Lea, who was smiling and
holding her a finger to her lips. Once again, Tina found herself bound, this
time to a rough wooden plank, the Goddess, naked, standing over her.
"Hello, Tina," She said, Her eyes smoky with lust.
Tina was lost, she could barely think, never mind respond. Lea ran her
nails over the body of the helpless girl. It was a delicious mixture of pain
and pleasure, especially when said nails ran over her naked lower lips.
"Mmm, I like this fashion," the Goddess purred, putting one finger on
the end of Tina's new piercing.
Now fire really did arc through her body. Pain, pleasure, the most
intense she'd ever felt, flooding her senses. She knew she was screaming,
cumming so hard she couldn't understand why she wasn't unconscious. She knew if
she could speak, she'd beg for more. Tina couldn't believe her body could
receive sensations like this. Her Goddess had reached into Tina's deepest
fantasies and was creating the sensations from them.
Finally, She stood over Tina's face and lowered Her own velvety pussy
over the teen's panting mouth. The taste of Her body, the scent, overwhelmed
Tina, and she became a thing of pure sensation.
When she finally came back to herself, all she had was the memory of the
most intense pleasure she'd ever experienced. The reality couldn't be
remembered accurately -- not even by a Priestess. But the memory of being held
in Her strong arms, breathing Her scent, and feeling Her love could. Tina
slipped into a deep sleep.
End chapter 2-17
